Friday, August 1, 2014

Mourning Doves

Sjogren, Schmidt cousins

At Sjogrens in Lafyette with Nola, Jordyn, Mira and Papa

Lindsey, Nola and Cassie Grace July 27th, 2014

Some of the gang at Sjogren, Schmidt gathering July 27, 2014

Cassie Grace reading to Gracie

Cassie Grace loving on Gracie!
It is 91 degree's and beautiful as I move down the road with Chloe.  The wind is still and the colors all around me are summer.  While walking I am trying to take deep breaths, it was a busy day at work, with a lot of needs to be met.  As I am breathing in through my nose, and out through my mouth my ears open to the melancholy sound of the Mourning Dove.
The sound makes me think of how I am feeling right now at this moment and a lonesomeness set in my bones, traveling to my heart...
We have had a week full of family, now it is just me and the Dove.

The family reunion was beautiful with my whole family there and the Sjogrens.  We got to see our Cassie Grace's new "foot steps" as she wheeled across the floor with the greatest of ease.  We all knew she could walk... I think she just wanted to be sure of herself!   We talked with new family and held the newest member who is just 2 weeks old... Gracie.  The kids all played together as the adults caught up and recaptured the old memories of days gone by.
It was all so wonderful.

Then on Monday I get to go down to Gramma D's to pick up Nola and Jordyn.  The rest of them have gone to Hutch.  They are playing "Santa Claus" and quite oblivious to Gramma and I listening.
"Okay now, you pretend you are sleeping so Santa Claus can come and bring you presents"
The other little one lays behind the chair, quietly...
as the packages (empty little boxes that they have been playing with for most of the afternoon)
are placed by her chimney with care.
Oh the excitement in both of them as they go back and forth, the same story except for taking turns being Santa.
After awhile we load up in  the car seats and head for our house.  We wash up in the sink (both fit on the bathroom sink, little feet in the water, little perfect hands swishing, making bubbles....
the most important part!
We head up to bed.  All three of us on the blow up mattress.  They are so tired and yet they can not seem to quit talking...
about having the same pillow,
the same blanket,
where are their momma's?  How about their brother and JaciAnna?
I feel hot,
I feel cold,
should we keep the light on?
We say our prayers - please know that EVERYONE of you were Blessed by these two little girls.  I don't think we could have possibly missed a name!
Hearing movement downstairs I figure it is probably time that the "momma's" come up as I am enjoying this to much to make them stop and go to sleep.

On Tuesday all of them gathered and went swimming at the Gaylord pool.  They swam the whole afternoon and when they got home at 6:30 - there was no need for anything other than some food and a nice bed...
with matching pillows and blankets for all!

Wednesday morning I woke up and got ready for work, Nola was up and ready for her cereal a 7:15.  Her and Lila held down the fort as I left, and when Jordyn woke up she had a tummy ache.  After some excitement Lacey and Emily spent the morning getting ready to part.  Lacey and Nola would go home for a chiropractor appt. and Emily, Lila, Jaci, Conner Jordyn and I would go to the fair...  (see next blog called SILVER SHIRTS!)

On Thursday morning we slept in until 8:00 am and then Tim and I cut down some tree branches as Brittany and the girls all played and ate cereal.  By 11:00 Emi and her tribe are ready to go home, with a quick (all afternoon) trip to Bunker beach to meet up with Christine and her family.  Missy and I go to judge the "Bake and Taste" at the fair and Brittany traveled around the fair grounds checking things out and talking to friends.  By 5:00 we take Brittany back to Glencoe and we come home to listen to another guy tell us his windows are the best in the world.  He was such a nice guy and had a piece of apple pie with us before he went back to Bloomington....

and now it is Friday...
I hear the other birds start to sing...
and I realize a whole orchestra of beautiful sounds have been added to the mourning doves song...   
My memories are forever hidden in the notes of my heart.
I can take them out whenever I want -
and then it comes to me...
I am not lonesome anymore!

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