Saturday, September 20, 2008
Recently, my daughter who is now 10, left her handprint on the mirrror of my dresser. Every time I enter my bedroom I notice that handprint and it makes me smile. Today, I was cleaning my bedroom, removing stacks of clutter from my dresser, catching dust bunnies running rampant. When it came time to clean the mirror, it was easy for me to NOT remove the handprint she left for me. So I cleaned around it.
My girl is growing up. Sure, she's only ten, but I know the time is coming soon when boys and fashion will overtake her world and shift her attention away from me. I accept that, but I don't have to particularly like it. Gone are the days when all of my kids were beautiful babies, and huggable toddlers. Then they became gradeschoolers and now two of them are close to manhood. I miss those days when they were little, oh so cute.
It got me thinking.
You know the saying, "Life is like a roll of toilet paper. The closer you get toward the end, the faster it seems to go."
My parents are nearing their 70's. My siblings and I are pushing our way to 50. (oh ugh!). My sister had cancer. Luckily they found it quickly and got it all. But things like these got me thinking about how I live my own life.
I'm losing weight so I can live a longer, healthier life.
I'm decluttering my house and decluttering my life.
I wear clothes that make me feel good.
I call my mom or my sister more often.
I do more stuff with my friends.
I stop and notice how the sun hits a leaf.
I pay attention to the details.
I don't waste time on petty things.
I spend more time with my kids.
I spend less time worrying about dust.
So I think I will let the handprint stay on the mirror a little longer. She didn't just leave a handprint on my mirror.
She left a handprint on my heart.
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Ferrero Rocher, the fine hazelnut chocolates, comes in gold foil and a brown paper liner presentation. It is an art work in and of itself.
One evening, while enthralled in deep and meaningful (cough) conversation with my now ex-boyfriend, I created this fine paper and foil TURKEY sculpture. I call it..... Turkey Rocher.
Add sculptor to my long list of credentials.
Yes, this is all done in jest, but I really did create Mr. Turkey. Handsome, isn't he?
Now, for you. If you are so inclined to make a creation of your own out of ONE single Ferrero Rocher, no glue, no pins, tape, etc...., and send a picture of your creation to me, I will be the jury of your Rocher fine art. I would be delighted to send the most ingenious designer a gift. Oh, let's say... candy?
Yes, I tend to get kookier as the evening wears on......
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
My most recent divine dime arrived in (what else!?) the laundry basket two days ago. I decided, when available, I will take a picture of the dimes I find. So, here is a picture of the dime, not very interesting, but to me ~ inspiring!
I would like to share with you a bit of the article I found in the coin-op laundry mat those years ago right after the dimes story came to life for me:
"My Grandfather told me that when an angel misses you, he or she will toss a penny down to tell you so." Two years ago my father passed away, leaving his wallet with six pennies inside. There are six children in our family, and the conclusion we reached was that he left one for each of us. Upon hearing about it, our aunt (Dad's sister) presented us with the following: "I am like a penny. Not a bad one, a very bright one. Remember, I'll always turn up wherever you find a penny anywhere. In the years to come, you'll pick one up and say, "There's Dad!" In time you'll have a thousand reminders of how much you're loved."
More excerpts soon.
My own dear Grandpa Larry on his walks with Grandma would stop to pick up pennies. He kept them in large coffee cans. When he passed away, my Dad took those pennies and filled baby food jars (from when my son Nathan was a baby) and then gave each of us kids (and grandkids) a jar at Christmas.
Labels on the jars said the following, as Grandpa used to say, "Now remember, each penny is a stoop!"
It's funny how little things can really mean a lot.
Thursday, September 4, 2008
I was sitting out on the deck, noticing how pretty the sun's light was, when I got the thought that it would be perfect light for tombstone photographs. Am I odd? So McKenna and I took off across town and took a stroll through our old cemetery (conveniently located next to the hospital ~ ironic) which had tall, luscious grass. I was right. The sun kissed the stones in such a soft way. So here is a sampling of some photos from today. McKenna asked if she could lay down in that lush green grass. It was... uh hum... heavenly! So, this is a twist of what you thought might be another form of.... REST.