Wednesday, May 15, 2013

Moving Day


Okay, so I was just going to get on here and tell you, my dear friends, that I wasn't going to be around today!  Helping move my parents today (right now I'm just waiting out a little one's nap!).  Instead here I am, posting a whole bunch of unedited photos.  I just couldn't resist!  I'm so happy that we can finally get outside again!  And I love how beautiful the world looks in the spring.  I'm looking forward to some more adventures with the kids this summer just like last summer.

Moving my parents is a little bittersweet.  Moving has never been easy for me-- I get attached to places way more than I should.  My parents have been in their current town ever since my oldest kids were small.  I love thinking back to happy times visiting my parents from out of state, playing in a backyard pool, jumping on the trampoline, popsicles, barbeques, chasing kids across the lawn, swings, walks, cookies, crafts, extra hands to help me and love my little ones, and treasured time with my parents (lots of great talks!).  Maybe that is why the memories are especially sweet- so many people I love in one place, without the usual distractions.  And any place I watch my kids grow will always have a special place in my heart.

But, on the flipside, I am happy that my parents can make any place feel like home!  The reason the places they leave are so bittersweet is that I have happy memories in those places.  So I guess the fact that these moves make me a little sentimental is a sign of my blessings-- that I have made happy memories with people I love.

And...I am so excited to have them moving closer to me!  SO excited!  It has gotten harder to travel to them since my older kids have gotten involved with school and sports.  Looking forward to happy memories in their new place.













Friday, May 10, 2013

Motherhood Poem


Fresh Start


The day we brought

You home from the

Hospital--

Tiny,

Pink

New—

The trees were frosted in

Delicate neon

Green,

Cluttered with milk-white popcorn blossoms;

The robin was busy

Building her

Nest

Under the eaves of the

A-frame--

Everything bright, clean, new,

As if the world’s beginning

Were just for me and you.