Happy Halloween!

With love from our little jack-o-lantern

What a difference a year makes!

Friday Letter #8 - Family Recipes

Dear Liza,

I'm really looking forward to spending time with you in the kitchen. I've even got my eye on a sweet wooden step stool so you can reach the countertops. I wonder what recipe will be become our favorite to create together and which ones you'll carry with you when you're all grown up. 

I don't have a signature dish yet, but other women in our family certainly do. Mimi makes a buttery vanilla pound cake that fills the house with deliciousness each Christmas. Her dark chocolate sauce is perfect for drizzling across the top, but I prefer it by itself warm out of the oven. When Grandpa was deployed overseas during the holidays, Nana used to send him loaves of her cherry nut bread. He says it isn't Christmas until that bread appears in the kitchen. (Maybe Nana would be willing to start making it a little early this year so you can have your first taste on Thanksgiving!) Grammy's egg casserole is my favorite recipe of hers. She always spent Christmas Eve in the kitchen making a double batch for our Christmas morning brunch. Gigi used to make this dark chocolate sheet cake with thick fudge icing studded with pecans. It's been years since I've had any, but I can still taste it. I remember scraping every last bit off her blue and brown flowered plates. Perhaps she'll dig up the recipe for us, so we can make it too. Aunt Erin shared her turkey tacos with us soon after Uncle Brian asked her to marry him. They are a day-after-Thanksgiving tradition in her family, but Daddy and I love them so much, we make them with chicken any time of year. Aunt Gibi suffers from a chronic lack of storage and counter space that sadly impedes her creativity in the kitchen. I've heard recently that she's been experimenting with Boston Cream Pie, though. Sounds like there's a possibility she'll add to the family recipe collection yet!

Love, Mama

Inspired by FridayLetters.com's question #155   

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Friday Letter #7 - What Takes My Breath Away

Dear Liza,

I know I've written a lot about the beauty of the ordinary, but I want to tell you about another kind of life moment...the kind that takes your breath away. When I'm so filled with awe by an experience, my heart feels like it might burst. Many times tears follow these heart swells. They're not sad ones, but instead, the way my body is responding to and releasing this awesome emotion it simply cannot contain. When I read a passage that so perfectly expresses something I have experienced, I'm left breathless. After months and months of waiting, hoping, and praying for Daddy's safe return, when finally I can wrap my arms around him again, homecomings are another moment that take my breath away. Watching you discover, begin to make sense of this world, and communicate with us, well, it just doesn't get much more heart-bursting than that.

Bitsy, you're already experiencing these moments in your own way. Yours usually manifest in utter JOY written all over your face, a quick deep intake of breath, and lots of pointing. Ants, the sky, big trucks, a wide open space to walk around in, the faces of your people appearing on the Skype screen, your belly button...life really is a breathtaking experience, isn't it?

Love, Mama

This post was inspired by FridayLetters.com's question #154. 

Jenga, Superwoman, and Playing in the Sand

I'm feeling lately that my life is a Jenga tower, one block pulled out of the wrong spot (one box left unchecked on the to-do list), and the whole thing is going to come tumbling down.

And Superwoman? Perhaps you've heard of her.

She's the wife who manages to keep the household humming providing an interesting variety of dinners each week, empty laundry baskets, dustless surfaces, clean toilets, sparkling mirrors, clutterfree kitchen counters, a well-stocked fridge, fresh sheets & towels, and homemade muffins for grab and go breakfasts each morning. Oh, the bills get paid and the dogs are fed, too.

She's the mama who's read all the right books so she can claim a good eater who sleeps at all the right times and never throws a tantrum. She keeps the blog steadily supplied with pictures and sweet notes about how the baby is growing and changing, sends birthday cards on time and thank you notes too. Her email inbox is always empty because she's so good at replying in a timely manner, and she never neglects to return a phone call.

Somewhere amidst all this is the creative soul who reads for fun and some learning too, sets her alarm early enough to write every morning, knits a row here and there on the baby blanket she started a year ago for a friend's shower (except she's only halfway done & the baby will be one in December), and dabbles a little in Photoshop recording her family's story in words and pictures.

My hand can only push & pull these blocks for so long before the tower begins to teeter. I can be Superwoman for a day, a week, a month maybe, until I turn around and see my cape all in tatters.

I need a break. It's way past time to bury the cape and let those blocks fall where they may.

I'll be out back playing in the sand...

doing a little digging,
a little sifting,
a little rebuilding...

pursuing JOY.

Friday Letter #6 - Through Your Eyes

Dear Liza,

They say eyes are a window to the soul, that sacred part of a person, the place where our true selves reside. Perhaps that's why eyes are my favorite feature, the one I notice first upon meeting someone new.

Bitsy, your eyes are big, expressive, and a beautiful mix of blue and green. You notice everything and take the time to really see...the clouds, the faces of those you love & those you've just met, trains & trucks & airplanes, the tiniest bug, feathers, the moon in the daytime sky. Mama's eyes have grown lazy after 33 years. I miss so much of the beauty surrounding me because I expect it, and consequently have grown numb to it. And yet, you unwrap these gifts for me day after day. You see the colors more colorfully. The details are so clearly focused in your sight. Your eyes drink in the wonder of this world in big gulps. Thank you for sharing what you see with me, encouraging me to wake up to the awesomeness of the ordinary.

Love, Mama

This post was inspired by FridayLetters.com's question #153. 

Gymnastics with Daddy

Liza and I have been taking a gymnastics class for the past few Saturdays at the local gym. Guess who escaped from work for an hour and surprised us last weekend?!? Our little gymnast was thrilled to have her Daddy join in on the fun.

Staying Cool

"Cool" happens to be her word of the moment, and it's ridiculously cute to hear her use it multiple times a day.

Friday Letter #5 - Events & Landmarks

Dear Liza,

When I was a little girl, there were three events that I looked forward to each year. Every July we had front row seats to the fire department's fireworks display. Our neighborhood was just across the street from the field where they set them off. We'd lay in the back of the station wagon and peer through the windows at the colors raining down. If we were brave enough to take the booms full strength, there were blankets laid out under the sky. Fall meant the Arts & Crafts Festival. I could smell the hay bales and hear the bluegrass long before we passed through the entrance gates. Inside were tents as far as I could see full of handmade items. My favorites were the wooden flutes, the rubber stamps, and the marble guy. Oh, and there was funnel cake doused in powdered sugar! At Christmas time Aunt Gibi and I got to go with Grandaddy to his bank's holiday decorating party. It felt strange to be there after it was closed for the day, but so much fun to help decorate the gigantic tree in the lobby. We got to stay up way past our bedtime, eat yummy treats, and open a special present picked out just for us.

Bitsy, you aren't quite old enough yet to look forward to annual events, but you sure have an affinity for a few local landmarks. Going to the park is your thing right now, especially since we have finally dipped into the low 90's. We've spent this week exploring five different parks. You've worked on your climbing skills, visited the animal fountain, and discovered this amazing thing called sand. Watching the wonder with which you meet the world is pure JOY for me.

Love, Mama

This post was inspired by FridayLetters.com's question #152. 

Fashion Evolution

Remember this?

A few weeks ago she wowed me with another unique creation...hot pink panties atop light pink onesie accessorized with multi-colored bracelets.

More recently she created this little number...butterfly sundress atop dark pink onesie, socks and a winter hat (nevermind we were still in the triple digits).

I love her sense of style and her carefree attitude and hope she'll always feel this comfortable in her own skin.

Creative Obedience

I've reminded Liza on a few occasions that Jake & Penny's water bowl is for doggies only. We talked about how we don't like them to lick our cups, so we shouldn't stick our hands in theirs. I came around the corner the other day to find her giving her stuffed dog, Spot, a drink.

Well, I guess I can't argue with that now can I?

Friday Letter #4 - Needs

Dear Liza,

I believe we are always given what we need, even if in the present moment we are unaware of those gifts. Often it's not until we've moved farther along our paths, and can stop to look back, that we realize the myriad of ways our needs were being met.

Bitsy, human beings get confused about what we think we need and what our needs truly are. We tend to lose focus (at least I do), and our vision becomes clouded by the tough parts of life. Lately I've been learning the power of conscious gratitude to refocus my heart, mind, and attitude. In trying to make thankfulness a daily habit, I'm stopping those overwhelming feelings of "if only" in their tracks, choosing instead to be grateful for how abundantly my needs are being met. 

It's the simple things, really...

the smell of your hair after a bath

a cloudy day in the desert

you & Daddy building with Legos

freshly baked bread

your laughter at the wind

Remembering to notice reminds me that, yes, I'm being given just exactly what I need.

I am so grateful.

Love, Mama

This post was inspired by FridayLetters.com's question #151.