Sunday, April 17, 2011


My baby turned one yesterday. I hardly know what to say about him. I'll just sum it up by saying he's been the perfect last baby. Everything about him (except for the pregnancy) has been an absolute joy.I always thought it would be sad to end my childbearing years with a colicky, difficult baby. I want to remember these days fondly. I want sweet memories and, truly, that is all he's given me.
He's the sweetest, happiest, gentlest little boy and I absolutely adore him!
Happy Birthday Owen. You'll be my baby forever!

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Sherman Gardens

I took the boys and visited Sherman Gardens with some lovely friends yesterday. The gardens were beautiful and just the right size for the kiddos. Thank you Jillair for the invitation! We had a great time.

Monday, April 11, 2011

The terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day

I had to sit by his bed and look at him while he was sleeping tonight. He is so sweet and peaceful and obedient.. when he's asleep. I'll spare you the details, but lets just say being Tyler's mommy is not a job for sissies.
Tomorrow will be better.

Friday, April 8, 2011

What the... hail?

It actually just hailed! I thought it wasn't supposed to do that here. For a place where a ten degree change in the weather is considered pretty drastic, hail is about the last thing I expected! Who knew we could have crazy weather?

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

On Easter, parks, and Moms

I wanted to write about our Easter egg hunt and how beautiful the park was today. Tyler was especially fun to watch. Three year olds! They are truly a gift from God. So honest, and excited, and alive.
Looking at these pictures of our day, I wanted to call my Mom. Wanted to tell her how pretty the sun was and how green the grass looked. How funny the kids were. They are growing up so fast!
She passed away over ten years ago and it's still hard for me to talk about her. The missing sneaks up on me. Kind of like an ocean wave when your back is turned.
I want to tell her about the day to day. Mostly I just want to feel like she's still a part of my life. I want to share my kids and my thoughts with her.
I'm not sure how long grief is supposed to last. It fades some with time but so do my memories of her. I'm a different woman now. Older.. more responsible. I'm a mother myself, but I still miss her like a little girl.

Monday, April 4, 2011

a poem for my sistah

My sister is cool
she's nobody's fool
I love her
I love her
I love her.