:: my littles are all out back eating their “bites”…and being drilled by their biggest sis on all of the spanish she’s managed to teach them so far…
and william just piped up with an all-too-serious, “emma, how do you scream in spanish?”
#8
all that sweet giggle-filled fellowship yesterday…when we were all gathered…
and then out in the sun…and even-more-still in (what i thought was) the shade!
and today…
…this memorial-pink nose (and a few new freckles) to remind me!
dear little mister,
it’s alright…
sometimes little boys just need to jump in the tub…
and their highchairs just need to hop in the shower…
‘cause getting that food to sit tight on that spoon…and then stay put there ‘til it’s safe inside your mouth…takes some time…and lots of practice!
but you’ll get the hang of it!
i promise!
very sincerely,
me (your grateful-for-smocks-and-tubs-and-showers-and-towels mama)
dear honey,
what’s that something…?
that little something about…apples…
…and them not falling very far from their trees?
yes…
i’m thinkin’ that little something must be all too true!
very sincerely,
me
– the “i’ve been sitting way too long at this desk” face (june 29, 2012)
#7
another laid His life down…for my sake…
and now i’m free!
and they…
…were willing to do the same!
dear gramma-my-little-gramma,
happiest of happy birthdays to you!
happy…happy…99 years!
what an extraordinary woman you are!
what an incredibly wonderful example you’ve just always been to me…living your one life…just so incredibly wonderfully!
what an exceedingly blessed girl i am…to have had that woman of proverbs 31…walking out her life right in front of me!
oh, how i do long to be more and more…just like you!
and this morning, it truly was just the most bestest unbirthday present…
brought just the most unexpected tears…
when i told you how very grateful i am for you…and that “i love you”…
and you said…“i love you too”…
you! loving me!
just…truly…the most best…
how utterly-and-absolutely grateful i am…for you!
very sincerely,
me
top o’ the mornin’ to ya!
– hannah’s image
#6
at the end of this day…
…i get to climb right back in here next to him!
dear grampy and grammy,
that pile of dirts isn’t even washed all the way through yet…
and we’re already missing our time spent in gray’s river…with you…
just this last…and all our many other times past…
all the times spent blowing bubbles…and throwing frisbees…and dipping our pigs (and sometimes our whole selves) in the river…and painting…and (even daddy!) dancing…and reading stories…and riding in the cart behind miss mary’s donkeys…and roasting mallows for our grahams and chocolate…and eating any-and-whatever-strikes-our-fancy-shaped pancakes…and hunting woolie bears and garters…and visiting your fellowship…and spooking at “the farmer’s wife” tales…and adventuring…and picking flowers…and walking to the bridge…and staying up too-much-past our bedtimes…and laughing…and listening to i’ya strum…and he and emma sing…and napping…and watching movies…and sipping first-thing-in-the-morning hot chocolate…and (always) eating entirely too much…and swinging…and remembering…
and just…being…right there…with you!
and are you missing us yet? and…could we just pack right back up?
and, boy…do we ever wish that we could!
but instead…for now…we’re just already counting sleeps until our next time…
with you…
very sincerely,
me (for us all!)
– emma’s image