Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Is it really Christmas, already? I'm not nearly ready for it to be here. Didn't I just put up and then take away all the decorations?
Ten bins of Christmas stuff... This year only 2 were used. Guilt, guilt and more guilt, for not decorating each room they way I have in previous years and only putting up the one main tree.
The girls looked at me like I was crazy when I said I was done decorating after choosing to only decorate the family room. Reality is, I am TIRED! The more I put up, the more I have to take down, in what feels like the next day.
I'll see about next year...
Friday, December 3, 2010
Moments turn to memories, and memories are held tight, to ensure they become captured, embraced by my full soul, not taken for granted or brushed away, not wanting them to be forgotten.
I seem to be a hostage of time and all its value. I am held in moments, while the days, months, and years slip through my grasp as easily as the sand run through an hour glass.
As a child, time seemed to stand still. I see that in my girls. The sense of urgency or rushing does not exist, not until adulthood sets in. I remember when summer seemed as if it lasted an eternity. Vacations felt like an endless adventure. Now, it feels as if minutes turn to hours, days turn to weeks, weeks to months, and months to years. Memories and moments all created and all happening faster than I can wrap my head around.
Comparable to a butterfly, in all its glory, fluttering above through an open field, time can not be captured. My eagerness to take hold of time similar to the opened arms of a child, running, chasing the butterfly through the field, wanting to just grasp and hold tight. The stronger the chase is, the faster the butterfly moves.
Atop a clock the butterfly will settle. A clock, the very mechanism that reminds us of the time passing, moving whether it be slow as in childhood, or quickly in adulthood.
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Among the organized chaos that runs through my house, so does an immense sense of love and togetherness. Among the arguing and yelling, comes adoration and respect.
At the end of the day when all the hugs, "I love you", "good night" and "sweet dreams" come around, the strength and love for each other seems invulnerable.
With all the complexities of sisterhood, simple harmony is found within the disarray of everyday life..
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Thursday, January 28, 2010
I put a not in Lexi's lunch box today, saying I love her and hope she's having a wonderful day. My oldest daughter, Isabella, found the note and went on to ask why she never received a note in her lunch. Equality among children, I SHOULD know better!