I. Love. This.
“Finish every day and be done with it.
You have done what you could.
Some blunders and absurdities, no doubt, crept in.
Forget them as soon as you can,
tomorrow is a new day;
begin it well and serenely,
with too high a spirit to be cumbered
with your old nonsense.”~ Ralph Waldo Emerson
~K
There’s a song we have sang to the kids since they were first born. The song grew from a poem written by a young Russian child and has been referenced to by many, from President Reagan to Raffi. Here’s the chorus of it…
May there always be sunshine,
May there always be blue skies,
May there always be mommy,
May there always be me.
May there always be rivers,
May there always be green trees,
May there always be daddy,
May there always be me.
-Lev Oshanin
The chorus lines are interchangeable and over the years, we’ve included the words, ‘may there always be ...brothers, ….sisters, …grandmas ….rainbows, etc.’ as we sang verse after verse . Many a night, they fell asleep in our arms, as we held them tight and they listened to our repetitious thankfulness through the notes of this beautiful song.
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The kids were playing out front and I was inside making them lunch. I opened the back door to let the dog out and looked out off of our porch and saw this. I stopped. Grabbed my camera and took this picture.
Instantly, ‘our’ song came to mind and in my head, …
May there always be rain boots…
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Time goes so fast. I’m so glad I’ve chosen to take a moment to take a moment each day.
~K
One day….
we will sleep in again on Saturday mornings. With no early commitments, no cars packed with thermoses of hot coffee, fruit snacks, blankets, muddy cleats and singsong voices that are clearly too loud for the hour displayed on the clock.
But then what?
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But then what? I don’t know.
I do know that for now, I will enjoy every moment of our Saturday mornings. Because I do also know that if I blink for a moment too long, it will be then. It will be an empty nest Saturday and there will be no one to jump on my head to wake me at the crack of dawn, no mini shin guards to wrestle onto chubby calves, no bag of books and games to pack for the other… and no one to mind where we are or what we may miss.
Saturday Morning Soccer. In all of it’s madness… I will notice it. I will soak up every millisecond of these too short times and file it all somewhere. I will consciously do this so that on that morning then, I will be able to sit in my home and tuck my hands around my cup of coffee and then close my eyes and remember when….
Is it Saturday yet? I cannot wait.
~K
“On behalf of every man
Looking out for every girl
You are the god and the weight of her world
So fathers, be good to your daughters
Daughters will love like you do” – John Mayer
I’m so grateful my daughter has this Daddy. He is gentle and strong, calm and smart. He treasures their time together and puts it first on his priority list. His influence in her life will shape who she is and help to form who she becomes. He will grow with her- be her rock, her sounding board and the soft place for her to fall. And though she has no idea of this now, one day, it will be crystal clear.
Smiles, love and goodness…. Fathers and Daughters.
~K
Happiness comes when your work and words are of benefit to yourself and others. ~ Buddha
I saw this today and wanted to share.
What I really liked about this is that on one hand, it seemed so logical, - of course your work and words should be a benefit to yourself and others. Having said that, I’d like to think most of us strive towards this.
I think the better part, about this quotation is in that our own personal happiness is also obtained through our conscious decisions to make our work and our words positive and beneficial.
I believe happiness is what most of us are searching for. And again, another point indicating that we ourselves have far more control over this than what we ever dare to consider.
My thoughts for today .
~K
Whew!
It’s been a while.
My tulip blooms fell to the ground in a carpet of petals. I took a picture. Meant to write. Lost track. So if sometime in the future, you see a blog with tulip petals covering the ground, you’ll know it’s out of place… but still beautiful to remember after the fact.
It’s been awhile.
St. Patrick’s day came and went. There were pictures of smiling faces surrounded with green. Beads. Smiles. Shamrocks. I had on my to do list to take note. Capture a daffodil and a tulip next to the kids in green. Sit and write. It didn’t happen.
It’s been awhile.
My parents visited. They came along and met many of my friends. I was so proud. I didn’t feel well. I so appreciated having my mom here when I was under the weather. I should have hauled myself, sick and all off of the bed to jot this down, to deliberately notice my sincere gratitude for her presence. I didn’t.
It’s been awhile.
There’s been plenty to write about and plenty to take notice of and plenty that I did not do.
The kids have both had serious health scares. They were just scares. They are perfect and healthy and it’s time to write.
It’s been awhile. I’m so grateful. Most of all today, for our health. When this is questioned, everything else falls by the wayside. It’s the most important. Something easy to take for granted on good days. Something that can completely disable you when it starts to unravel.
Health.
We’re back on the mend. And I am more grateful than ever.
~K
…. and the little one said, I wove you, I wove you.
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My husband was out of town for the evening and while at ten, I retired to bed alone, peacefully and with the dog at my feet, by midnight, I found myself in the same bed, with my dog still at my feet, but now my youngest child in the middle and my little girl on the other side.
I barely slept. I smiled. Watched them. Noticed the quiet. Loved the way they innately cuddled without waking the other. Appreciated the moments all through the night.
And while now, I am tired, I am so grateful for this happy exhaustion. It was not something for every night but for some reason in this special moment, it all fit and there we all were. Three in the bed and a dog at my feet.
They woke up early and respectfully to the other- with my little guy smiling and saying ‘I wove you!’ and my older daughter laughing and moving closer. We stayed in bed and cuddled and talked and watched cartoons together without a care in the world.
Perfectly perfect moments in time. I may just be the luckiest girl in the world.
~K
