Reflect
March 18, 2010
March 17, 2010
March 16, 2010
March 15, 2010
Regarding Green: 1
Hello this Monday morning!
My eye is searching, looking, hoping to spot it in this still mostly-brown world. I'm looking for green - are you, too? Today begins a series of posts in which I'll share this lovely color with you, in the places I've found it - both inside and out!
Tell me, where have you seen green today?
March 10, 2010
March 08, 2010
These Blue-Sky Days
It's really happening!
You can see it; you can feel it - springtime's comin'!
(Ahhh, there's no confusion here!)
Patches of snow remain only in the shadiest of places.
Rocks have appeared, and shirt-sleeves, too...
Along with open water and mud boots - some of the best of spring's wonders - especially when the water goes over the boot-tops and fills the inside, icy-cold.
Invigorating!
Yes! Lovin' the power of the sun in these blue-sky days!
March 03, 2010
A Smidge Under Four Feet
{Photos taken by the six-year-old boy}
Doesn't matter that the camera settings were a little off. Doesn't matter that he took 101 million shots of everything and nothing.
It doesn't matter.
Because you'll gladly pay the price of those 101 million shots to get a few like these:
From his perspective. At a smidge under four feet.
He chattered away as he clicked away.
Talking about everything, and nothing at all.
He did say, though, just how much he loves sitting on the corner counter there in the kitchen, with his feet dangling.
You knew that by how often he sits there.
And by how many times you've found his little toy men in your corner spice cupboard.
But now you know it even more. Because he said it.
And the other thing you know?
You're in love. Clearly, by the look in your eye when you look at your boy.
March 02, 2010
March 01, 2010
Ann's Story: 3
If you've not yet read Ann's Story, you may begin here. Then, continue reading here , here , and here .
She is home!
Our Ann is home!
After nearly three weeks of hospital care, Ann is now resting by their family fire, looking through her windows at the gray-blue bay and rugged, snow-cloaked mountains, while listening to the voices of their two young girls.
Just three weeks ago, each one of us who know her and love her had to come to the place of letting her go, for nobody knew if we'd see her smile or hear her sweet voice again on this earth. We are all humbled, now, by this miracle that is her life; her life, continuing here, with us. We receive it as a precious gift, as all life indeed is. A gift from God.
Ann's husband wrote:
"It is a blessed thing to watch someone you love, who at one moment in time, you thought you'd lost, finally looking happy and relatively well. Obviously, Ann has many long months of recovery ahead of her, but we have moved from where the surgeon defined long term as potentially one hour to where she is expected to heal and her heart get stronger with the help of medications to where she will enjoy a healthy, active life. She is so thankful to have made it through, to be around to raise her girls and even put up with a guy like me a little while longer. What a precious thing to know that the wedding ring they removed from her finger prior to surgery, I will get to place upon her finger once again!"
Yes!
She lives!
How glorious!
How absolutely glorious!
February 15, 2010
The Littlest of Things
My heart is wrapped up in three little men. I can tell because the purple and red cardstock came out with me in the early morning hours (while everyone still slept). So did some fancy ribbon, tootsie pops (good thing there were still three left after my little men had found the hidden stash the day before!), bran muffins, and of course, pink milk. Three poems scripted, the table set, and then, with the sun rising, so many smiles and shouts of excitement.
It always amazes me how they get tickled with the littlest of things.
My heart is pretty wrapped up in one big man, too. Oh, yes. For him, a card and some fancy chocolates hidden in the bottom of his lunchbox, which my cowboy found after a morning of finding and doctoring sick calves. There he sat, at the top of the hill in his old beat-up ranch truck, getting warmed by coffee, sweetened by chocolates, and loved by a note from his girl.
It always amazes me how he gets tickled with the littlest of things.
I am where love is.
I'm pretty tickled, too.
