My Little Boys

This is a picture of the backs of my "Little Boys" and our Priest, Father Theo.

The backs of Stephen, Matthew and Father Theo...In the cowboy hat.

We were at a church party and Father Theo was teaching the boys my young men how to line dancing.

Every time I see these guys standing with grown men I am in awe and I wonder;

 "When did they get so big?".

And

"Where did the time go?"

When I see them from this angle...I think WOW! with a big grin and IT cracks me up every time.

It's not all about THEM

I don't think I told you we had a little company this past week.

My Aunts, cousins and cousins daughters came down for a little visit;

Bringing with them lots of joy, laughter and Anthony.

Aunt Joan

These aunts are my father's "little" sisters and two of triplets.

Among the many things I loved about having Aunt Jean and Aunt Joan here was seeing  

my father's smile again on my Aunt Joan's face.

I never realized it before but this time "IT" took my breath away.

Aunt Jean

I again saw Aunt Jean's kind, gentle nature. But this time we watched as she endured a serious illness. But, she never complained....just like someone else I know. 

In both these woman, I saw their big brother Billy and one of his best qualities....I saw

in them how he would take his time and listen patiently and talk to people from the family no matter the age, size or order of importance.  

I saw how they enjoyed playing in childish games,  

allowing the smallest be the leader of the biggest chains.

I saw how they relaxed and laughed at themselves.

There were songs sung with the greatest emotion followed by dancing in the dining room.

The weekend just flew by.

When it was time for them to leave we were all a little sad to see them go.

Today, as I post and think of these warm, wonderful woman, I think about what makes them so special:  I think what makes these woman the generation of these woman so special is ... 

Everything is just not about them.

Just a "Little" Birthday Party

July started off with a great big BANG!

No pun intended...It DID!

Now everybody knows that homeschoolers never socialize...

Or at least that is what they tell me.  

But, you see....Brian had a "little" birthday party that he shared with his buddy Phillip.

Brian and Phillip were both eight within days of each other.

Just like little boys do, they both wanted to have a great big birthday party. 

AND

They wanted to invite all their home-schooled friends to help celebrate the festive occasion.

Because they are bright and creative women, the mothers of these two guys thought it would be fun to have the parties together. 

One GREAT big BASH!!!

One full day of Fun for everyone!

Lots of Fun!

 

AND 

More Fun!

Phillip and Brian

These guys had a Fourth of July party of a life time.

They played games.

Swam

Everyone came.

 

Strangely enough...for a group that does not socialize...

There were over 35 people at this "little" birthday bash.

All the kids had so much fun! 

 They are  already talking about whose party is next and can we do it ALL again tomorrow.

True Happiness

July 7, 2010

Is when you turn Four and everyone you love celebrates. 

Black and White Magic

At sunrise this morning, I woke up to a small hand rubbing my arm

...whispering...

"Mommy...Is it time?"

"Is it my birthday? Am I four?"

I answered in a soft "YES, my sweet" "Your Four today."

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~ Her answer ~

A soft, gleeful...."YES!"

and she feel back to sleep in my arms.

Punkin It's Black and White Wednesday

Do you remember these?

The pumpkins...not the little girl...I am sure you remember her.  She is the subject of most of my photography. This is mostly because my older children are getting bored with me always "snapping" while I say "wait...I'm not done...one more".

This is the picture my cousin Anne took the weekend of "the funeral".

Remember I told you my other cousin Jen filled my parents house with pumpkins and mums that weekend?  

I think Jen bought 17 small pumpkins and 5 large pumpkins that weekend. I remember she told me she bought that many because of  symbolism....One large pumpkin to represent each of my parent's children and one small pumpkin to represent the grandchildren. 

I can't remember how many mums she bought that day or even what the significance of the mums were but I know we she bought a load of mums ......maybe it will come back to me one day.

I do remember, I didn't want to go with her to the store but she insisted. She convinced me she would be dreadfully lost if I didn't go and she would never find her way back.  

Which was not true...She had a GPS and she lived in the area for years before she moved to California.

I figured out on the way home that day she would have been fine. I was the one who was in danger of being dreadfully lost ...and thankfully she was wise enough to see it.  

Jen filled the house with colors of happiness with warm browns, bright oranges and beautiful yellows.... pumpkins, candles and mums in every room. The house looked beautiful that weekend. Just the way our mother and father loved it. 

Back to the reason for the question.....Do you remember these?

Well?

When it was time to get rid of all those pumpkins our mother didn't quite know what to do with them: 

 So these guys

Matthew and Stephen

 took these guys

Brian and Alex

with hammers in hand, along with all the pumpkins out into the field by the compost pile.

AND

They smashed them! 

They had a ball!  hitting them, smashing them, throwing them and watching them explode.   

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Then the bees came.

and the compost pile started to flower.

and you know what happened next...

Look Jen!!!

We're growen punkins BABY!!!

Stevie Wonder

Well, it has been awhile since I last sat down to post. Let's just say I had to take "a little bloggy break".  I think it was Father's day that had me all in knots. There were so many things I thought of posting and then I just couldn't.

You know it has been hard moving on...but we are doing it. We are doing it with his spirit always by our side.

However, those thoughts are still on hold and that is not what I came to talk about with you today:  

Over the past 15 years I have been privileged enough to live with a boy I call my son, Stephen. Stephen is a giver. He is worker. He is a doer. He is smart. He is gentle. He is kind.

Stephen is always fixing things.  

He is always helping, always pleasing.

It has always been the same, since the time Stephen was a just a little guy he would jump right in there and work... side by side anyone who would allow him too.

Grandpa and Stephen working on the pool pump... June 1997

With his green sippy cup tossed to the side, even at two years old, Stephen has always been eager to learn, to study, to help.

With his greatest teacher by his side......He learned.

He studied...He helped.

Now it seems he has the patients that has been past on to him from his teacher. While his little sister takes any opportunity to sit by his side Stephen patiently allows her to help...and he teaches, he waits, he helps, and then like he was taught... he does.

If "it" is broken Stephen will fix it. If you need help Stephen sees it.  Somehow, he just  knows. Standing over 6 feet 4 and still growing, this son of my mine, with the heart of a lion is truly a wonder.

May he never change.

Shhhhhh....Wordful Wednesday

She works hard.

She plays hard.

She sleeps hard.

Shhhhhhhhhh...

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As Time Goes By

It's May already.

It is almost June It is June already

Oh! My Gosh! It is June 11th already and I haven't even finished telling you all about April.

I am always amazed how quickly the time just goes by.

With each passing month I wonder...Should I write about the things that happened months ago? Should I change the name of this blog to "Just Trying to Keep Up" or should I just keep looking forward and only post about what happened today?

Sometimes I just can't help but to look back. Even though, where we are going is good....Where we have been has been great.

I want to share all those things with you and I really want to remember what happened in April. It was a nice month and then of course it went into May and then June with more celebrations and birthdays to come and time just goes by.

April brought another trip to the Biltmore.

This time there were no kids. Just Me, Mom, Karen and Karen's Dearest Friend Pam.....Who is turning out to be on of those family friends we all consider to be family. She has been with Karen through thick and thin and now we just don't remember the time she wasn't there.

The Flowers were just beautiful in the gardens that day. As we talked about what this was or that, we meet Steve the gardener. He gave us clippings and told us how to transplant them.

And then.....

We picked up a few things along the way......

Oh! Geee! Did I say that out loud?

That day, as time went by, we strolled through the grounds of the Biltmore, we laughed, we talked, we ate and we just had a very nice day.

Aunt Ann came down with two of her daughters and granddaughter Mary Kate. There was more talking, songs were shared and the sisters laughed until they cried.

And time.... just went by.

We celebrated Auntie and Jim's wedding again. The timing just seemed right.

Matthew took a childhood friend to her Prom and you know.....I don't have one picture to mark the occasion.

Some how my camera disappeared.

Ya!

Makes me sad too.

That same weekend, my boys finished another successful year of debate.......and again no pictures.

...Sigh...

Mary Elizabeth's "bestest dearest friend" ((as she says)) came to play...or was that in May? 

Time goes by so quickly it is hard to remember.

                                                            

Alexander won big! He was the tennis champion in his league.

And to think.......Time moves so quickly this bit of news almost slipped right by.

Matthew had his 18th birthday, and I wonder: "How did 18 years come and go so fast?" 

After picking him up from Anatomy Class we went to his favorite restaurant with Nana, James and all the family.

We sang the "Happy Birthday" song in Espanol

passed around  "the hat".

And the time just went by.

There were bike races that night in down town Spartanburg and the streets were filled with excitement.

 Mark hurried to catch up with James and our towering two ...To tell them "Be smart, stay together and we would see them in an hour or two."

That night, as we listened to Jazz bands play in the streets we felt time slip gently by and it all just seems right.

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