Wednesday, July 17, 2013
Simply put, Home has always been where family is. Whether that's been on the East Coast, in the South, across the ocean, or here in Dallas, Home is where your loved ones are. Because isn't that really where we are from? Home is not so much about the physical place, but about the memories in that place.
My Mom seemed to always be intentional about creating memories with us -- as if she knew that our memories would be the thing that define Home for us. There are definitely some "big" memories, but the ones that seem to stick most are the small ones -- like surprise sleepovers that she would arrange for us, like getting us up for the sunrise service on Easter morning but softening the blow with homemade sweet rolls, opening one gift on Christmas Eve, family dinners around the "fancy" table, very intense Yahtzee games, singing around the piano. There were also memories that weren't as picturesque, as my Mom and I think differently and tended to clash on our approach to things. But there are also those moments and memories of talking it out, explaining our sides, and agreeing to disagree and still have each other's back.
So if you ask me where I'm from, I will tell you that Home is where the heart is... Which means a big part of Home is wherever my Mother is.
Happy Birthday, Mom! And many more... xoxo
Friday, May 18, 2012
Friday, August 5, 2011
So, instead I reminisce.
Normally I would reminisce about our week long trip to the beach in Sanibel, or our two week trip to
We had a blast that week. We brought construction paper and made a Christmas tree with cut-out ornaments on one of our walls. (We ate at the same restaurant several times, and the owners ended up buying us a little Christmas tree for our hotel room and giving it to us one night at dinner!) We introduced ChellBell to all the notable things in DC, went to the National Cathedral for the Christmas Eve service (sigh….), and then went snow tubing in
Ah, to be back in snow right about now… I think I will go crank the air conditioning and live in this memory a little longer.
My favorite picture of the trip? This one of ChellBell in front of the Smithsonian’s massive doors:
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Thursday, August 4, 2011
Today you turn 120 months old, and it doesn't take a math wizard to figure out that your age has just jumped up to 2 digits from having only one for the past 9 years and 364 days. This is a milestone that won't be topped until you hit 100. In other words, today is kind of a big day.
In all of time, or at least since I've been around, it hasn't been good enough to measure things with words. Words like "good" or "great" or "horrid" or "fantastic" just weren't enough. We've always had to measure things with numbers - to score things. We'll say, "how would you rate that?" or "on a scale of one to 10, how was it?" and 10 is always the best. It represents greatness. It represents perfection, and something that couldn't be better. We use the phrase "a perfect 10" to refer to someone who is crazy-beautiful or a balance beam routine that has no flaws. You just can't get better than 10.
It seems less than coincidental that you are turning 10 today, because these really are the best days of your life. Don't get me wrong - growing up is great, and of course getting married and being a Mom can be great also. But at 10, you are discovering how big the world is and who you are choosing to be in that world. Your responsibilities are still relatively light and your days still involve recess and lunch with friends and summer camp. And you have your whole life ahead of you. These are definitely good days. A 10 on a scale of 1 - 10.
You have changed drastically in the past 10 years. So drastically, that it seems like there is no way the time should have passed as quickly as it has. You have gone from being a tiny baby to a silly little girl to a smart and hilarious young lady with so much potential, and you've done it all in what seems to be the blink of an eye. So fast. I might even say Too fast. But with every turn in the road, with every change, with every milestone, you have become more amazing than before.
I love you. I am proud of you. I am proud to be your Mom. I hope you have a wonderful birthday and that you love being 10. Regardless of what this year brings for you, you will always no-matter-what be loved by your family. Our home will always be a safe place to ask questions and talk about life. You will always be important to me, and I will always be grateful to have you as my friend. And I will always feel that having you in my life rates a perfect 10.
Friday, July 15, 2011
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
There were 10 in our group, including Keri, my friend who moved to Singapore about a year ago.
Our zip line adventure took us through a course of 6 different lines, tree to tree, with the last line being 100 feet long and 100 feet high.
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Our second escapade in ChellBell's Not Bummer Summer entailed a trip across the Metroplex via the Trinity Railway Express (TRE) and an afternoon at Ft. Worth's world-class zoo. Here are the highlights: