Wednesday, May 28, 2014

I can't make this stuff up.

Henry (age 6): Mommy, I love God so much that it never stops.

Tuesday, May 27, 2014

I can't make this stuff up.

Stop-my-heart moment of the day, as I overheard Harper say to her friend, Allison:

"Okay, now let's go to my room because that's where I'm getting pregnant."

After I regained consciousness, I learned that Harper intended to get pregnant by taking a baby doll from her room to put under her dress. We have since had several pregnancies and deliveries, resulting in a nursery full of beautifully-quiet plastic-headed glass-eyed newborns.

My heart has still not recovered.

Friday, May 23, 2014

Sweet sweet memories.

Grrrrr . . . I want to catch up to blogging real time so badly. But LIFE. It's so bossy. Geesh.

So June, 2013. Gosh, if I had a time machine, I would only need to go back to June. Two of my year's highlights occurred in June.

1) It was the last time I would ever see my Grandma Hollywood. She left this world for a better one only 3 months later. What I wouldn't give to hold her always soft, mostly wrinkled, beautifully manicured hand just one more time.

2) It was the first time that Matt and I have ever taken a trip together - JUST US TWO. Basically, it was our honeymoon, only 6 years and three kids later. I can describe it in one word: BLISS.

June, 2013: Love ya. Miss ya. Mean it.

Thursday, April 3, 2014

I can't make this stuff up.

Harper (age 4), about an hour after I trimmed her fingernails: "Mom, you cut my fingers and now I can't get the boogers out of my nose."

Tuesday, March 25, 2014

I can't make this stuff up.

I sat down to record some of the conversations that I am blessed to observe with and among my children, and I thought, why not share them on the blog. Surely I'm not the only one who might get a kick out of their innocent and often unintended humor. So whenever I think to record something, I'll file it under: I can't make this stuff up. 

Here's today's I can't make this stuff up. 

Me, to Harper (age 4), when she asked me to help her button her coat so that she could play in the snow (yes, snow, on March 25): You look like a beautiful snow girl.

Harper, to me: No, Mommy, you mean snow woman.

Sunday, March 23, 2014

Spring, come to momma.

As I look back at May, 2013, I can only come to one conclusion. Spring is the time for being damn cute . . .

. . . and letting it all air out.

Happy Spring.

Sunday, February 23, 2014

Loss and life in Spring.

I can't honor April 2013 without honoring my cousin, James. My precious, beautiful cousin, the sweetest most gentle soul there ever was, lost his life the last week of March. We received the news while we were in Mexico, and it changed everything. He would have turned 30 last month.

Here is my last text exchange with him, less than a month before he was gone. I miss him beyond words.

Days after that forever heartbreak, we celebrated sweet Henry's fifth birthday (more amazing cake thanks to my mother-in-law). My boy is five (now almost six). I love him so darn much.

Children are such a beautiful reminder of life's many joys. Even though April left us heavy hearted, there is always hope. And joy.