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Friday’s Five

Five little things from the past few days that remind me I am a human on this earth:

babies’ laughter…

my daughter’s text from 5,000 miles away…

my son’s hugs…

a sacred medal mailed from a beautiful friend named (appropriately) Care…

a late night phone call from a friend decades younger in real years, but our soul years are sort of the same…

…our connections sustain us. They are the most beautiful and treasured gifts we have on this earth. Cherish your people. 


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A new red wagon, a prior generation tricycle, a hand-it-down/pass-it-on bouncy horse. All these things litter the landscape of my yard these days. Beautiful litter. 

A spider I named Lucy. Spiders are easier to name when they are outside on their own turf. She’s set up house on the edge of last year’s wood pile. I’m interested to see if she stays.

Little hands helping me fill all of the bird feeders. This is serious work, folks. And the reward of watching an almost two year old jump with joy at a filled feeder…well. 

A special acquisition today: an art acquaintance posted a picture of an easel her artist dad built by hand. He’s passed on and  she is downsizing, so the easel was for sale. I’m sure I’ll post a pic of it here one day. I’m very honored to give it a new home here under the outside art space I’ve created. 

Seeing an 8 month old’s eyes follow everywhere her daddy (my son) goes. Watching her little hands flail with joy at his nearness. Hearing her sister call Daddy and hearing in that single  word all of the love and safety and goodness she feels. 

So much good. So much more than good. 


Friday’s Five

I booked a flight to visit my daughter in Amsterdam  and  Maastricht. 

It was a fairly quick decision and a good one. I’ll never forget the joy of that trip and the people and experiences associated with it.

I filled journal pages on the way home with images. Reminders of those days. 

My first grandchild came thirteen days early, but she was considerate enough to wait until I returned back home to the states.

I hold her. That little baby…

Over and over, I write words of thanksgiving in my journal. Thanksgiving that I have these days  to fly or stay home.

To see my daughter in her element, happy and confident. Beautiful.

To see my son hold his newborn daughter. And hand her to me to hold.

To realize we do not have to explain anything to anyone. The emotions of living are so complex, so competing at times. I do well to accept them as they come without expectation. It really is what it is. 

We get this one life, friends. Embrace it. Live it. Reach out to people and listen to their stories.

Smile at them.

Understand you don’t have to answer to anyone here. You really don’t. You are free. Live that freedom.


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Friday’s Five

Five blessings from the week:

Lunch out with my son today. It is a gift to live to see your children at all ages and stages. He adds a lot to this world.

A wonderful day of laughter with one of my closest friends. We went on a road trip and were laughing before we even turned on the main highway.

My husband’s friends. They call. Text. Check on us. You learn the definition of caring.

Bobbles. It’s a new knit stitch I learned in my class of three. Two other women learn with me and we share a lot of laughs every other week. It was supposed to be every week, but we need more time if you get my drift.
It seems you’ve migrated to knitting continental. When did that happen? asks my knitting instructor. Why, I have no idea. I wake up in a new world every day. 🙂

Talking to a young (twenty something) quilter at a flea market. She was hand sewing binding on…the part one usually sews with the machine before hand finishing. Something in that gave me a lot of hope. I keep thinking there’s this wonderful resurgence of vintage needle working taking place. Maybe…

And number six because it’s been a very creative week:
A loom is on its way. It’s my next artistic venture. I know… 🙂
Thankful for the gifts of family, friends, and art. And the Giver.
He’s always with us.

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It rained hard last night. I woke to that filmy haze when the day hasn’t quite made up its mind yet…but the birds are singing and the dogs are content. It’s going to be a good one.

Five of the many blessings from the past week:

Honest mechanics. $54.00 vs $1200.00 is what I’m talking about…and the car is fixed.

Sewing machines that are worth repairing…recognizing that this decades ago gift has led to so many intangible ones…Thanks again, honey.

Autumn texting me a pic of my son receiving a teaching award last night. First year teacher. Those students are fortunate.

Listening to my daughter tell of challenges and successes and thinking
She has self respect.

Moms: old ones, new ones, ones that watch us from heaven. Remembering a line I read this week: “Mother is a verb.” Ahhh. Help me remember…

Peace, dear readers. Press on.


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This week’s gifts reveal themselves in concrete ways. My heart is filled with remembering.
No one would choose the journey we’ve been on the past year, but the truth is many others walk a similar path every day.
God gives us exactly the measure of grace we need for each circumstance. We are never alone.

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There are things in this life that make no sense.
Things we will never understand.
Things we are certain could not have been meant for us or those we love. But here we are anyway. In the midst of such days.
We keep going.
I recall early on in this journey a time when things were really piling up and seemed to be nearing a standstill. Brick wall day. Staring day.
I remember Sam’s words as he passed through our living room that day,
Lift your head up, Woman.
And I have. I lift it up and I look at the gifts God blessed us all with all these years. Gifts big and small. Gifts that get us through.

This week:
We laugh every single day.
We laugh at ourselves and each other.
We laugh with friends as we share old stories.
We still joke and kid and cut up like
we always have. It’s true. It’s precious.
It’s real.

We are grateful for time to say what we want to say and time to cherish each other. Yes, that time is limited. But isn’t yours as well? We know these are our days together, however few. That is a gift.

It started falling late this afternoon. Our sweet snow we were hoping to see. We look out every window to see a new view. Cardinals flocking on snowy branches. Ducks lifting over the pond. Flakes falling fast. The possibility of snow ice cream tonight.

Tangible and intangible ones, discussed with extended family and one another. A surprise arranged by a special nephew. Another long trip home from a sweet niece.
The gifts of a marriage: understanding, trust, care, gratitude, love. Moments of sharing.

It’s a gift that we enjoy at varying hours of the day lately. No matter. We are here together with no big schedule. We can sleep when we choose. Or when it bids us.

So. Here we are. Living the days we’ve been given. The best we can.

Tomorrow, the plan is for me to try on a mother of the groom dress for our son’s July wedding. There’s #6 gift, as I’ve been known to list from time to time. Here’s to sweet futures for those we love. And a memory I’ll always cherish: hearing Sam and our future daughter in law telling each other I love you.
God blesses us in the midst of pain. If we remember to seek His love, He always reminds us of our own.