I needed to post this picture again...
of a little boy, his papa
and a great big ole fish!!
Thursday, January 24, 2013
The fish
I needed to post this picture again...
of a little boy, his papa
and a great big ole fish!!
The drain
After the 15th time of hearing " I DON"T WANT TO TAKE A BATH"
We hop into the warm bath water and play with our toys.
After the 16th time of hearing " I DON"T WANT MY HAIR WASHED"
We yell a little and get our hair washed.
Then it is time for the water to drain, we must gather the toys so they don't get down the drain.
Suddenly,
she starts to cry " I DON"T WANT TO GO DOWN THE DRAIN!"
Much assurance is given as we rub in the lotion, giving a massage as she relaxes on the bed...
" you won't go down the drain Nola Jean, you are to big."
Nola explains the whole drain thing to Lila and you can tell she is feeling better.
Next she lays her head on her momma's lap and I gently blow dry her hair.
She holds her momma's hand as the air warms her.
It seems a long time she is still in this moment and her momma and I soak in the joy of her contentment.
Now, your momma will get everything ready to go and grammie will start the car for you.
" I DON"T WANT TO GO HOME, I WANT TO GO SEE GRAMMA DORIUS!"
and I am in awe that she can figure these things all out.
She had been told they were going to see Gramma Dorius and I left that part out when talking about what their plan will be.
Yes, little one, you will go and see Gramma Dorius...
Have fun,
maybe she will read to you from the Thesaurus
We hop into the warm bath water and play with our toys.
After the 16th time of hearing " I DON"T WANT MY HAIR WASHED"
We yell a little and get our hair washed.
Then it is time for the water to drain, we must gather the toys so they don't get down the drain.
Suddenly,
she starts to cry " I DON"T WANT TO GO DOWN THE DRAIN!"
Much assurance is given as we rub in the lotion, giving a massage as she relaxes on the bed...
" you won't go down the drain Nola Jean, you are to big."
Nola explains the whole drain thing to Lila and you can tell she is feeling better.
Next she lays her head on her momma's lap and I gently blow dry her hair.
She holds her momma's hand as the air warms her.
It seems a long time she is still in this moment and her momma and I soak in the joy of her contentment.
Now, your momma will get everything ready to go and grammie will start the car for you.
" I DON"T WANT TO GO HOME, I WANT TO GO SEE GRAMMA DORIUS!"
and I am in awe that she can figure these things all out.
She had been told they were going to see Gramma Dorius and I left that part out when talking about what their plan will be.
Yes, little one, you will go and see Gramma Dorius...
Have fun,
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| November 2nd 2012 |
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| Gramma Dorius and Nola Jean |
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| In Christmas dress from Gramma Dorius, December 2012 |
Thesaurus's and other fun things!
Her momma went to Glencoe.
Well, that is okay... grammie pammie or pammie pammie and papa will watch the little tot.
Sometimes it is so fun to be in charge, when you really aren't in charge anymore.
You have raised your baby girls and now they are raising theirs.
They are doing such an excellent job with their babies, you wonder if you can match up at 52.
Can you keep them from the junk food, bad TV shows, steps, and bathroom all at once?
Can you get the Clifford diaper on the right way so it won't leak out over night?
Will she sit down with you just a little bit so you can smell her hair and touch her baby soft hands?
It is time you can tell, the words take on an even faster pace...
I need to play toys...
I need to sit by papa...
I need a snack...
I need cartoons...
Well, little tot, pammie pammie knows what you need and it is that little crib set up in the bedroom just for you. It has soft blankets, a clean pillow, and a couple of toys left over from last night...
just for you.
So we change the Clifford and zip up the jammies, kiss grandpa,
and get twirley and pinkey.
I follow her up the steps as she perfectly matches her feet to each one, and she steps lightly to her crib looking around the room
...she will need a drink from the water bottle that has been there a few days
...she will need the YaYa Sisterhood book
...and please don't forget the 15 pound Thesaurus!
Good night little one, my baby my own
Sleep tight
See you in the morning light...
Good night pammie pammie...
and she lays down to read her Thesaurus in the dark.
Well, that is okay... grammie pammie or pammie pammie and papa will watch the little tot.
Sometimes it is so fun to be in charge, when you really aren't in charge anymore.
You have raised your baby girls and now they are raising theirs.
They are doing such an excellent job with their babies, you wonder if you can match up at 52.
Can you keep them from the junk food, bad TV shows, steps, and bathroom all at once?
Can you get the Clifford diaper on the right way so it won't leak out over night?
Will she sit down with you just a little bit so you can smell her hair and touch her baby soft hands?
It is time you can tell, the words take on an even faster pace...
I need to play toys...
I need to sit by papa...
I need a snack...
I need cartoons...
Well, little tot, pammie pammie knows what you need and it is that little crib set up in the bedroom just for you. It has soft blankets, a clean pillow, and a couple of toys left over from last night...
just for you.
So we change the Clifford and zip up the jammies, kiss grandpa,
and get twirley and pinkey.
I follow her up the steps as she perfectly matches her feet to each one, and she steps lightly to her crib looking around the room
...she will need a drink from the water bottle that has been there a few days
...she will need the YaYa Sisterhood book
...and please don't forget the 15 pound Thesaurus!
Good night little one, my baby my own
Sleep tight
See you in the morning light...
Good night pammie pammie...
Monday, January 21, 2013
The due date (another chapter)
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| April 1st 1985 - due date! |
all things -
under control.
I breathe deep and I let a prayer drift over my soul and I send it up like incense to our Lord.
The date is soon Lord,
hold my baby girl and all that she loves close to you Lord, that your heart would beat with theirs, that there would be a comfort and an all knowing power that goes before them into the hospital. All of the Dr's and nurses that they come in contact with would know that something is here besides them, they would know that You are with them - You have gone before them - Lord, would you please
guide their hands and their words? Hold them so close that when the baby is born, the heart beat will sound in such a way that anyone having any doubt of You will shout with joy!
She is here! And God has her in the palm of His hand.
Amen
25 years
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| Jeff and Emily Jo |
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| Jeff and JaciAnna |
Small town girl
I saw many people today that I haven't seen in a long time. I looked around the school and took my seat towards the back, all the others were filled with them. I called on the Spirit of God to flow through out all of them gathered together to pay respects to a man and his family. The man has left this earth to join those in Heaven, leaving behind many sad hearts, leaving a hole in the place where he had once been. This man, like me, chose to live most of his life in Arlington. It sounds like he left several times to go to college. find a job, visit other places, but, mainly he lived in Arlington. I didn't know him real well personally but I did know him my whole life. When I came into the world he was here, and when he left the world I was here. His close family member was just laid to rest before Christmas, and now we lay him to rest. I can't figure it all out. He wasn't very old, a kind, gentle soul giving so much of himself to the people of Arlington...
finding his wife that went before him of a disease they still have to figure out.
She was beautiful and loved her children, I knew her, my mom and dad knowing all of their parents very well. Going before her parents to lead the way? How about the children they leave behind? The grandchildren just twinkles at that time, now walk behind their grandpa's casket with tears of things that were yet to be.
And this is when we question how all of this works God... this is when we ask why?
I look around me, in front of me the man who worked with my mom in school for 30 plus years, beside him his boys whom I haven't seen in at least 30 years. Those 30 years have been kind to them, they are as handsome as I remember, their smiles telling of the history of this place. To my right I see girls I graduated with, their husbands, and their mothers with them. A sadness hangs in the air as we look to each other and remember all the years gone by.
The singers start and my heart sings with them - it is all so beautifully sad.
The preacher starts talking and my soul talks with him - it is all so beautifully true.
And I slow down my mind of all the questions...
I slow down and breath deep.
I don't know if it is more time that we want but I do know we want enough time. Enough time to laugh long, and sing with joy.
And I remember when he died. My favorite man, my dad.
I felt like I should have left home, left Arlington.
Wouldn't this have been easier if I had moved far away and hadn't gotten so close with all of these people?
A gentle whisper flows through my veins and I look around again at all gathered here in this place. All gathered here in Arlington once again.
In this place we learned, we sang, we laughed, we danced, we cried...
I see in my hearts eyes, all the wonderful people that have left this town, they have left and yet stayed in contact with each other, kept this place in their hearts...
I realize quite rapidly, and with a force from God...
that for now, I am meant to be right here.
I am meant to be in Arlington, where I have always been, so that when the saddness comes home to celebrate life I can connect and say to them...
I remember,
I understand,
I will be here...
This is your home before Heaven and you are always welcome back here.
This town has turned out a lot of really good people -
And as they all leave this place the singer sings "Save a Place for Me" -
I remember this man with a great joy in my heart,
realizing deeply that he is not gone, but has gone ahead.
He will save a place for those he so dearly loved.
And I will pray that all who gathered will know the great love of Jesus Christ our Savior, and will all feel welcome to come home to this small town at any time.
I pray they will feel that they are living life so fully, so that when the time comes they are fully ready to die.
Should I stay here yet another year in this small town?
As I ask this I feel His arms gently holding those who mourn.
I can't understand this kind of grief. It hurts,
but I can feel God's Grace and know in time we will all say "now I understand".
finding his wife that went before him of a disease they still have to figure out.
She was beautiful and loved her children, I knew her, my mom and dad knowing all of their parents very well. Going before her parents to lead the way? How about the children they leave behind? The grandchildren just twinkles at that time, now walk behind their grandpa's casket with tears of things that were yet to be.
And this is when we question how all of this works God... this is when we ask why?
I look around me, in front of me the man who worked with my mom in school for 30 plus years, beside him his boys whom I haven't seen in at least 30 years. Those 30 years have been kind to them, they are as handsome as I remember, their smiles telling of the history of this place. To my right I see girls I graduated with, their husbands, and their mothers with them. A sadness hangs in the air as we look to each other and remember all the years gone by.
The singers start and my heart sings with them - it is all so beautifully sad.
The preacher starts talking and my soul talks with him - it is all so beautifully true.
And I slow down my mind of all the questions...
I slow down and breath deep.
I don't know if it is more time that we want but I do know we want enough time. Enough time to laugh long, and sing with joy.
And I remember when he died. My favorite man, my dad.
I felt like I should have left home, left Arlington.
Wouldn't this have been easier if I had moved far away and hadn't gotten so close with all of these people?
A gentle whisper flows through my veins and I look around again at all gathered here in this place. All gathered here in Arlington once again.
In this place we learned, we sang, we laughed, we danced, we cried...
I see in my hearts eyes, all the wonderful people that have left this town, they have left and yet stayed in contact with each other, kept this place in their hearts...
I realize quite rapidly, and with a force from God...
that for now, I am meant to be right here.
I am meant to be in Arlington, where I have always been, so that when the saddness comes home to celebrate life I can connect and say to them...
I remember,
I understand,
I will be here...
This is your home before Heaven and you are always welcome back here.
This town has turned out a lot of really good people -
And as they all leave this place the singer sings "Save a Place for Me" -
I remember this man with a great joy in my heart,
realizing deeply that he is not gone, but has gone ahead.
He will save a place for those he so dearly loved.
And I will pray that all who gathered will know the great love of Jesus Christ our Savior, and will all feel welcome to come home to this small town at any time.
I pray they will feel that they are living life so fully, so that when the time comes they are fully ready to die.
Should I stay here yet another year in this small town?
As I ask this I feel His arms gently holding those who mourn.
I can't understand this kind of grief. It hurts,
but I can feel God's Grace and know in time we will all say "now I understand".
Thursday, January 17, 2013
GOLDEN NUGGETS
time has changed.
The girls had talked with each other this year and they were thinking that Christmas just isn't the same
...and it isn't.
When the girls were growing up we always celebrated Christmas at our house with just us - and it was all about them. They were blessed with grandparents who lived close to our house, and they were the only grandchildren. They were the only nieces, of my only brother. The gathering was always very special and the decorating before was also. I would get out all the stuff and we would decorate the tree. The ornaments that each one collected, and the ones they had made at school and sunday school, were carefully hung... each girl putting their ornaments on the tree. Each year a different girl would have daddy lift them up to reach the top of the tree, and they would place the angel on top of the tree. As I have already blogged in "The great decorated hallway", and the "Blue eyed Santa"...
the girls loved Christmas as much as we did.
Now, things are changing as those little girls all grew up, and now have families of their own.
We have to share with other families, and we come up with new ways to celebrate. Our party changes as our family changes. When the girls were all young the atmosphere was light and fun and full of wiggles. As they grew older the sharing became more intense, and this year it seemed it became profound. The same cycle repeats itself it seems.
This year was very special as each girl got to spend the actual Christmas with their spouses families.
We then all got together the week-end after Christmas ((Dec 29th) and got to relive it all again. They all got to stay overnight which made it a two day celebration!
Emily came up with the idea of the "GOLDEN NUGGET". She explained about the golden candies (being gramma Dorius's favorite). Jaci would hand a candy to each of us, one at a time...
when she gave us our GOLDEN NUGGET we were to share a story of our favorite memory.
The first one was to be of our favorite time when we were all together.
The second was a time when we weren't together but wished that we were.
It went over wonderful and we all shared tears of joy...
Next year our plan is to start the tradition of an annual celebration, a birthday party for Jesus. A once a year time to pause and review God's grace in our life and to recommit our selfs to knowing and loving him better.
Yes, this Christmas was different but we were blessed beyond our imaginations...
as God came down
and poured His Spirit over our family on this new and changing Christmas Eve.
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