My grandma always used to say, "I love you more than anything in the whole wide world." And I remember my tiny five-year-old brain trying to process that. More than ANYTHING? "What about W-- my cousin." She'd smile, "I love you both more than anything in the whole wide world." I was always a cynic I suppose....
I made these mixed media art pieces to hang on the wall outside the kids' bathroom (mixed media as in I used two canvases that my daughter painted on four years ago [shhhh...], a map from Wal-Mart, Mod Podge, repositionable posterboard letters, and spraypaint.) I like the idea of each of them entering the hallway after bath and reading that and thinking, she loves ME more anything in the whole world, even my sibling? :)
There has been so much going on in our lives that I've completely abandoned this poor little blog! It still lives strong, however, just hiding out somewhere in the far reaches of my mind.... In the short hours after everyone is tucked away in their beds (or, as is often the case, sprawled out in mine) and I think about all the wonders that happened on any given day, I still have a nagging urge to jot it all down here. I just rarely get to it preferring, instead, oh I don't know, SLEEP. Or cleaning....
There are some highlights as these little creatures get bigger and ever bigger still that I have to record for records sake:
This girl.... My gosh she is so tall and stunning and I just cannot believe how her mind works. She was always such a clever little "problem solver" which is ironic, because, in her own dramatic way, EVERYTHING is a problem. Ha! The best recent example was when we were people-watching at a stoplight and noticed a man in a full suit behind the wheel of a U-Haul truck. "Why do you supposed he's so dressed up?" I asked. Her quick answer: "I bet he's going to prom and all the decorations are in the back." Okaaaay.....
She wanted her hair cut short. I thought this was a great idea for summer and for ease of getting ready in the morning. Plus, she would complain every time I went to play with her ringlets! I've always wanted curls and envy them. She was so cute to think that nobody would recognize her with short hair.
And, one final, story:
I never would have expected the Olive Garden to stir up a sentimental moment in me, but it was K's choice for her end-of-first-grade dinner, and dammit if the tears didn't well up:
There were a few different parties there of high-school graduates in their caps and gowns, joined by their extended families, and I remembered going there with my family after graduation -- TWENTY YEARS AGO. 2-0. I haven't thought about that dinner in years. I was once that girl and the head of the table explaining to her grandma what all the ribbons around her neck meant. I once had all that love surrounding me and shared that MOMENT -- one of many moments that passed by unnoticed, until BAM 20 years later you look back and think: That was it. That was my moment. (Why wasn't I paying more attention?!)
I looked around our table, and congratulated my girl on finishing the first grade with an excellent report card, ordered her her very own dessert, and I marvelled that THESE are my moments now. (I have to sneak them all out of my mind and into this blog!) Also of note: it was in an Olive Garden about three years ago that K counted the four chairs at our table and said, "We need one more person in our family to fill that chair! It's like someone is missing." !!! Indeed, there was: