A lot is celebrated today — fame, money, beauty, marriage, sports, I even celebrated a good hair day last week. There’s nothing wrong with celebrating; I love a good Hooray! But I think it’s also important to be aware of what exactly we’re celebrating, and maybe a good hair day just doesn’t cut it. This past weekend, we celebrated my sister Lora. She recently graduated with another two degrees. Of course, we are so proud of her, and the celebration was a traditional graduation celebration, but it was also much more than that. I could say she’s the smart one of the family, and that’s true, but a lot more than just her smarts got her through those classes, so we also celebrated her determination, her perseverance, and her dedication to her learning goals.
Have you seen my daughter? She has blond hair, hazel eyes, and sports a mischievous smile. She runs, plays, and laughs with the pure glee that childhood is made of. She is the apple of her mom’s eye and faithful playmate to her sister. One night, we sat down to celebrate her third birthday. The next, she was gone. (more…)
May was busy. Very busy. This one month held Riley’s preschool graduation, Maddie’s third birthday, a full weekend work event, and a family vacation. Phew. Not to mention it was the first full month of good weather and my parents’ newly built lake house. We didn’t slow down for much. The whole month seemed to take only a week to go by. As we got around to our June dinner at Lesley’s house last night, I was a bit surprised to realize that I hadn’t posted our May dinner yet! (more…)
This past week, Ali had to be out of town on business, and I had the pleasure of the girls’ company for a night. Story was excited to have a sleepover, and I made plans to have a little slumber party in the living room. While I always want the girls to have fun when they’re all together, I made a crucial mistake in my planning. I viewed Riley and Maddie as guests.
Almost a month has gone by now since one of the biggest life events Riley has had — preschool graduation — and I would be remiss not to fill you in. If you remember, Story’s preschool graduation week was brimming with misfortunes brought on by anticipation. If Lesley is not one of those moms to get sappy over something like preschool graduation, I certainly am. So, I was expecting nervousness, unprovoked crying spells, and preoccupied thoughts. Surprisingly, none of that happened. (more…)