Watching Evan and MJ play together brings so much joy to my heart. Even witnessing Evan whacking MJ over the head with his cars sometimes brings a feeling of warmth. I truly believe that those who grow up without a sibling miss out on something special. I am so grateful my kids have each other.
Saturday, August 20, 2011
Monday, August 15, 2011
10 Months
Ten months ago today we were blessed with a beautiful baby girl. She has enriched our lives more than I could ever explain. Her smile and her laugh can make the worst day pleasant and the best day perfect. She has stolen our hearts for sure.
She is beginning to mumble words such as mama, dada, uh oh and several others. She likes to mimic sounds which is helping her develop an early vocabulary. Of course we think she is brilliant :)
She continuous to eat like a ravenous piggy - the girl simply likes to eat.
And look who is just about walking...
Sunday, August 14, 2011
A House Full of Memories
Since the passing of my brother two years ago, I have struggled to rid myself of feeling broken. The ring that once represented my family lost a critical piece that doesn't allow it to come full circle any more. There have been other resulting causes as well, but I know every member of my family feels the disconnection and deals with its effects every day.
The only escape I have from this heart breaking reality are my memories which primarily take place in my childhood home - the home where we all grew up together - the home where everything made sense and everything was good. It was our safe haven then - and now it is my refuge.
I make a visit to McDeeds Creek Road almost every day. I play football with my brothers in the backyard hoping to make a few good tackles. We build huge forts in the woods and beg my parents to let us sleep there for the night. We challenge each other to races in the swimming pool and play two-on-two basketball until it's time to come in for dinner.
My family sits down to eat at our table for six as my mom serves one of her delicious home cooked meals. My brothers and I argue about something trivial as my dad threatens a consequence if we don't be quiet. I hear my mom asking why we can't ever be nice to one another - and in my mind I laugh.
For almost 18 years I thought life was easy. I thought life was about playing and fighting with my siblings. I thought life was simple and good. At McDeeds Creek Road life was all these things - that's why I make my frequent visits - because that is where our ring came full circle.
In remembrance...
The only escape I have from this heart breaking reality are my memories which primarily take place in my childhood home - the home where we all grew up together - the home where everything made sense and everything was good. It was our safe haven then - and now it is my refuge.
I make a visit to McDeeds Creek Road almost every day. I play football with my brothers in the backyard hoping to make a few good tackles. We build huge forts in the woods and beg my parents to let us sleep there for the night. We challenge each other to races in the swimming pool and play two-on-two basketball until it's time to come in for dinner.
My family sits down to eat at our table for six as my mom serves one of her delicious home cooked meals. My brothers and I argue about something trivial as my dad threatens a consequence if we don't be quiet. I hear my mom asking why we can't ever be nice to one another - and in my mind I laugh.
For almost 18 years I thought life was easy. I thought life was about playing and fighting with my siblings. I thought life was simple and good. At McDeeds Creek Road life was all these things - that's why I make my frequent visits - because that is where our ring came full circle.
In remembrance...
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