Friday, May 31, 2013

We Remember

I don't know if its my aging...
or raising a child....
 
maybe the recent events in Boston, so close to us...
or just the state of the world in general now...
 
but honoring soldiers and civil servants has become
 much more near and dear to me these days. 
We attended our town's Memorial Day parade
 and ceremonies last year
and hoped we would start the tradition...
I think the tradition is set...
Our boy sure is patriotic
 
Thank you men and women for all you do.  
And thank you to your families waiting at home...
you ALL sacrifice more than we could even imagine.



Monday, May 20, 2013

Darn that IKEA!!!

I love interior design.  I like mixing old with new, antiques and modern, function and beauty.  I'm always trying to improve our home - make everything more organized and therefore, more efficient, yet still keep a warm, inviting, cozy atmosphere.

We've been in our house nearly 2 1/2 years now and the office has never quite felt right.  Its a small-ish room and needs to serve 2 functions - full time office and part-time guest room.

While the room "worked", it felt like the ugly duckling of the house....didn't live up to the warmth and comfort that the other rooms offered.  Other than quick moments on the computer, the rest of the room was never being used (except as a dumping ground.  You know what I'm talking about....where everything goes when you can't don't want to deal with it.)  And since we don't live in a big, sprawling mansion, it was foolish to have a one whole room room being so underutilized.  

Paulo, anxious to end my complaining, conceded to finally giving that room some love, as sort of a Mother's Day gift.  And that's how I ended up at IKEA....again.

This time it was their expedit system.  It works.  Its solid.  Its simple.  My husband,  a carpenter by trade, has said that while yes he could build it, its cheaper and faster to just go with IKEA!

So we did. And while I don't really like that anyone can walk into my office and immediately identify IKEA, I do love the new, organized set-up.

But seriously - this will be my last IKEA trip.
Really....
   maybe....
 
 ...okay - we'll see.

Saturday, May 18, 2013

Kicking off the Season

FIRST deck dinner of 2013......


and boy did it feel good!

Sunday, May 12, 2013

Reflections of a Mom on Mother's Day

Today is one of my favorite days.  I don't require much pomp and circumstance.  I don't ask for lots of gifts....or special meals or outings....nothing too outrageous. 

I just like waking up today, of all days, and know that am one of them....a mom..

I spent at least 20 years of my life wanting a child.  The desire started as a seed somewhere deep down in my heart....before it was even possible....make that feasible these days.  When I was in high school...deciding on college and the future.  Because when a girl-who-wants-to-be-a-wife-and-mom starts looking at colleges, its just a hop, skip and jump in her mind to graduating, getting married, starting her family.  I was quite certain at the tender age of 15 that I would be married by 24, pregnant by 25.

When that time came and went, it was okay...I was busy living....happily living....but the seed of desire was now a root, deeply planted in my heart...

For nearly a decade, I celebrated my friends as they got married, watched them as their dreams took off...patted their swollen bellies....patiently waiting for my time...praying....or was it bargaining....

At the age of 30 and 3/4 (I was indeed counting), it was my time for the gown and the vows and the bliss - and I was so touched that all I had celebrated with had come full circle to celebrate with me...with us...

And now the dream was in full bloom...ready to burst forth...so I thought...hoped....prayed. 

The months turned to years, the anticipation to tears.....the hope started to lose its grasp...

And so there I was...20 years into a dream when they finally placed that baby in my arms....our baby....my boy.  And there are times when I can admit that all the pain and struggle was worth it....soooo worth it. 

But then today comes around again, as it does every year...and I still wake up surprised...and overwhelmed with joy and amazement that I am one of them....

And as I lay in my bed in the dawn's first light, in prayerful thanksgiving and gratitude to our Heavenly Father for the gift He has given me, that baby...my boy....comes running in to my room, climbs up into my bed, and throws his little body deep into the awaiting pocket of my own.... smelling like sleep and chattering away with all he that is thinking and feeling after 10 long hours of silence. 

This is not a story for pity....nor to proclaim that deep rooted dreams really do come true (though they do)....

This is a story about a woman who will never take for granted that God answers prayer...her prayer.  This story is about a mom who will never overlook a moment of her son's life...will never grow tired of being a mom...
cook
cleaner
teacher

partner in crime
toy finder
ball thrower
driver
reader
friend
comforter
adventure seeker
builder
wiper (of all things)

to a boy... 

her boy.