Tuesday, September 25, 2012

Little bug sleeping on my lap with fuzzy hair and soft snores, I have articles to read and chores to do, but I will keep still here with you resting in the crook of my arm just a minute more because this moment is unique. The little bug who sleeps on my lap tomorrow will be just a bit bigger and the next day will bring the same, until you will be too big to sleep upon my lap. I will love you just the same when you are big. In fact, I love you more every day, but it is worth being fully in this moment with you just as your are right now because this moment will not come again.

Sunday, July 22, 2012

Memorial Day for Wanderers

We have a tradition of visiting the graves of our family on memorial day. My grandmother would grow flowers from seeds in pots and put one pot on each family grave. Mom and I are now transplants to East Tennessee so we needed to find a different way to honor our dead.

We bought a few helium filled balloons and wrote the names of our loved ones on them along with a few rememberances. We had picnic in the balloons's shade and then let them go.