Thursday, January 28, 2010

Happy Birthday Cassidy

Eleven years . . . my life is richer because of this sweet girl!

Happy Birthday Sweetie! I love you like crazy!


Saturday, January 23, 2010

Someday, When I Grow Up . . .

Once upon a time, there was this park across the street from Nanny and Poppop's house and the main attraction was this:

If you look closely, this rocket has 3 floors . . . the top of which is known as "the cockpit."

Do rockets have cockpits? I'm not really sure, but it doesn't matter. It's what I called it as a kid, so we'll leave it at that.

Whenever all of us cousins were in Omaha together, there was a mad dash to reach the rocket first. Truth be told, the mad dash was usually between me and my older cousin, David. Sadly, he always outran me and reached the cockpit first. Therefore, being the "loser" in the race, I was banned from the top post in the rocket and relegated to the lower floors, serving as the cleaning woman.

Do rocket ships have cleaning women? I'm not really sure, but it doesn't matter. David made up the rules.

There were times that David wasn't in town to make that race to the rocket with me. Some days I'd race by myself and triumphantly reach the cockpit-only to feel a little empty. There was no glory since I hadn't really won any race to get there.

Later, as adults with our own kids along, we ventured over to the rocket. I'm sure you know what happened next.

Sadly, our kids couldn't have cared less about the rocket. I don't think our spouses really "got it" either. David and I were left to fight it out on our own.

Nearly 7 years ago, we arrived at Poppop's house for a reunion. He had big news for us.

The rocket was gone. Poof. Almost like it had lifted off.

The story was such big news, as no one ever saw the rocket leave the park or knew what happened to it. I immediately turned to David and accused him of stealing it. It would be just like him to take off with it in the middle of the night, never to allow me to come and clean it again. I could just picture him at the top in the cockpit every morning, sipping his coffee before starting his work day-laughing with glee and gloating. Lots and LOTS of gloating.

I'm still not entirely convinced he didn't take it. I haven't been to his house since he moved. He could have it sitting in his backyard for all I know-sitting in the cockpit day in and day out and STILL gloating. (I think I can hear him laughing as we speak!)

That's ok though. I am an adult. I have matured. A lot. (sniff)

Besides. When I get a little bit older and make a little more money, I'm going to have something even bigger and BETTER than he'll EVER have in his backyard . . .

Did you hear about what NASA is selling?

Oh yeah, baby. Want to come and play in MY backyard?

I wonder if David knows how to dust.

Saturday, January 9, 2010


It's days like today that remind me to appreciate the things that can easily be taken for granted.

Pure silliness is one of them. One day, Mackenzie might be just "too cool" to be willing to pose for a photo like this one. ;-)

Or the sight of my mom being just as excited to have Santa sitting in the family room as her granddaughters were. (You can't see him in this photo, but he was there-trust me!)

Aha-there he is! And I can't take for granted that my 10 year-old sat on his lap. "As long as I live, my baby you'll be."

Speaking of babies, we can't take our furry babies for granted. I love you, Ozzie!

It's also nice to be reminded of the importance of a good snuggle!

I love it when the cousins get together and to listen to the sound of them playing and having fun with each other. As they get older, the dynamics might change and they may also fight us on wearing their new Christmas PJ's for a group photo. For now though, it's all good and I'm lovin' it!

Today, I was given the gift of perspective-sadly however, as I attended the funeral of an 18 year-old boy. I watched his family say goodbye and I thought about my own girls. I also hugged them extra tight when I tucked them into bed tonight.

And again, I am reminded to be more appreciative of the little things easily taken for granted and to perhaps not "sweat the small stuff" so much.

Thank you, Evan. You will never be forgotten.