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    Easter

     

    Some things that are so easy to love about Easter.

    vibrant colors. chocolate. pretty dresses. boys in their Sunday best. chocolate. feasts. egg hunts. jelly beans. smiles. knowing I am forgiven.

     

    Can you stand how pretty this arrangement is? Wow!  I want one for each room in my house next year. I think I will make it happen in some of the small rooms with mason jars. My husband’s talented Uncle John put this together.

     

     

    Sugar and spice and everything nice from this trio of girls. They reminded me of Easter in their beautiful dresses and black patent shoes. sigh.

     

     

    I am in love with these vintage school desks too. It transported me to grade school and playing school and office for hours with any girlfriend who would tolerate me. These girls make me want to shoot dress-up time and tea parties. How do you think I could coax them into inviting me? They were reading Fancy Nancy so I might have to check it out at the library and do some brainstorming.

  • life

    where’s my ship

    I have only been to Seattle a hand full of times. On my first trip there, during college, I met the man I would marry. We returned over spring break this year, after 16 years, with a lot more life under our belt and three little boys.

    We hit many of the major tourist attractions and we all enjoyed the outings and each other. Sometimes just a change of scenery is so good for the soul.

    Only took my point and shoot. With three of them and Greg being only two, I am not ready to take a bigger camera. My head and eyes crave a big camera but a bigger camera means sacrificing a hand for keeping boys out of harm’s way. I need both of mine and a gaggle of guardian angels to feel comfortable in a new place. Maybe I need to ease up a little, but I am only willing to give a little space to Keith so far.

    Thought I would have time to write more about our trip but somehow life always seems to have different plans. Spent the afternoon in emergency getting stitches in Greg’s forehead. YIKES! Wanted to get these up before it is time to post Easter’s colorful bounty.

  • family,  life,  Uncategorized

    it held a lot

    i didn’t know it was the end when I woke up yesterday.

    it seemed like any of a string of days we have had between last October and April. cold. wet. gray. sleep. repeat. but today the constants shifted. not in the weather. not in the people exactly but for the first time in over 8 years a room was missing something.

    i looked hard for it when it was time to bring it into our home so long ago. nothing too plain. nothing too modern. nothing to flimsy. it had to have a strength of style and build. clean lines and a warm presence.

    i looked hard for it again today as a blank floor sprung up in front of me. the floor was ready for something new. but i don’t know if i was ready. if i am ready.

    something new lies in its place. something aesthetically less beautiful. the new object is more functional now. i am not sure it is just the beauty of the object which has been replaced.

    there have been times today when I wished I would have known it was the end so I could have taken a photo of the last night. i am so sentimental. painfully at times.

    there have been times today when I have been grateful I didn’t know it was the end so I could just move it out quickly like removing a bandaid.

    it was in the twilight of the day, when the only noises I hear are the drip, drip, drip of a gutter which needs repaired and my typing, when I am fighting back the tears. i am trying to etch the feeling, the smell of the room, the miracles of what this object has held for me.

    it held my babies. when the day had gone and my arms, head and heart needed a rest. it held all three of my precious babies.

    the room won’t ever be the same. the paint will soon change it and the rest of the objects will scatter or disappear. an old resident will move back into the room and the current one down the hall. new memories will be etched in my heart of the room. i look forward to embracing them.

    but today i am scared of loosing the memories which have changed my soul.

     

     

     

     

     

  • newborn

    don’t fence me in

    Thank goodness for the change of seasons. I don’t need a lot of change in my life. I am pretty boring. Set in my ways. If I find something I like to eat at a restaurant, I don’t deviate from it. I like comfortable shoes. I may really like the idea of beautiful heels but can’t break my mold of comfort. But I look forward to the change of the seasons. There is beauty in the fresh start of anything. I am thankful the change of the seasons forces me to shift into a different mindset.

    Yesterday, when a strange bright orb showed up outside, the boys and I headed to the backyard. They dug in the dirt and quickly found a way to make more mud than I thought was possible without a hose. I dug in the dirt and felt the warmth and fresh air calm me.

    I missed the smell of cut grass, clean soil and a spring breeze.

    Spring is when I get to be outside again digging and dreaming of pretty flowers, yummy veggies and more fresh air. Even when John and I were first married and we lived in a dinky apartment one spring day I desperately ran to Fred Meyer to purchase a few pots, soil and flowers for our patio. It was like a primal need reared itself. I grew up in Montana and Wyoming. I think it is fair to say I made more mud pies than my kiddos have ever dreamed of. I guess old habits die hard.

    I am a romantic. Shocked aren’t you. I am in “love” with the notion of many things. I have always romanticized about living long ago on a working ranch. Because of where I grew up,  I have always loved wandering in an open field, sitting on a giant rock warmed by the sun or laying in wildflowers as the breeze danced over my skin.

    I am in love with land.

    I will never be a city girl. I don’t mind visiting. I have fun learning new things and I feed off the chaotic beauty only a big city has but after a few days I feel claustrophobic. Get me some clear sky and an empty horizon stat. Lucky for me Vancouver seems to offer enough of a balance between city and country that I feel at home.

    Springtime brought a new life to Michelle and Jason’s home. A new boy to coo and snuggle. Little Landry is the perfect addition to this adorable family. Big sister and brother are so proud. Mom and Dad so blessed.

    I looked up the meaning of Landry, as I do with almost every baby I photograph. Landry means land ruler. What a perfect fit for the beginning of my spring. The spring is getting me back to the land. Who knows what Landry will grow up to like or dislike. But with land in his name maybe Landry and I will have something in common some day.