Wednesday, July 31, 2013

Jitter Bug

...loves to watch the birds at the feeders.

Monday, February 4, 2013

Soooo BIG!

Dear Tatum,

Sometimes, when I look at you, I see your daddy. Sometimes, when I look at you, I see your mommy. Sometimes, when I look at you, I see my dad. Sometimes when I look at you, I see your Grandma Deb.

Sometimes it is all within a short little span of ten minutes. IT amazes me to see all these generations represented in your sweet little face.

Mostly, what I see is a miniature person whose personality is unfolding before our very eyes. You are such a happy little boy. I see your face light up when you see your mommy and daddy.

One of the best things in the world for me right now is when you fall asleep in my arms. 

I am so in love with you, Sweet Tatum. I am so happy I get to be your Mimi. 

Thursday, January 3, 2013

Kansas in the Rear View Mirror

I did a little reorganizing of photos on my hard drive today and came across some old photos. I love looking at old photos ... even if there is no journaling to tell the story. I know I should journal, but looking at those photos, I was reminded of a silly woman who was afraid to move, but who was so grateful for the experiencing moving.

I loved visiting this reservoir. It was the closest I could get to beachcombing. I found some of the prettiest drift wood here and I even found a fantastic shell.

I saw these photos that I snapped. I remembered the air that day was cool. I remembered the mud was sticky. I remembered the air was heavy with the smell of pungent wild fire smoke. I remembered staring at those dead trees that had drowned in the deep water of the reservoir and wondering how long they'd been there. I wondered if anyone had enjoyed their shade. I remembered feeling like it seemed almost of prehistoric times. I had such a feeling of curiosity and wonder yet I felt an eeriness, too.

Moving away from all that I knew and stepping outside of my comfort zone was terribly frightening to me. Once I got there, the time passed rather quickly. Before I knew it, it was time to pack everything up and come back home. I look back at the Kansas pages of my memory books with very fond memories. Each and every one of us grew by leaps and bounds from that experience.


It's the start of a brand new year!

"So what will you do with your one wild and precious life?"
Mary Oliver