Posted by Kim on Saturday Apr 18, 2015 Under First
What a year!
Your first year in school has been so full.
Full of learning. Full of friends. And full of firsts.
You have gone from learning your alphabet to reading level 6 books.
You have gone from writing the alphabet to writing stories.
You have gone from learning numbers to adding and skip counting.
Do not get me wrong. I knew you were smart, but this explosion of knowledge has shocked me. You have worked hard and have been determined to do it all. Your teacher has told me all year how you listen to everything she says and take it all in. It is only fitting that you be recognized in the award ceremony for Effort. That sounds exactly right!
We interrupt this spring break to bring you this important message. Please stand by.
Last evening, Wednesday night, the 1st day of April, at approximately 9:00 PM Tru lost his first tooth! This was NOT an April Fool’s Day joke as first suspected.
It all began around 8:30. I was taking warm laundry from the dryer. Tru quietly walked up to me with his fingers in his mouth. He showed me a pretty wiggly bottom tooth. He then requested an apple and directed me not to cut it into pieces. He simply wanted the whole apple. For what, I knew. He proceeded to bang the apple into his bottom teeth causing dents in the surface of the apple. This continued for about 10 minutes. Banging. Wiggling. Banging. Wiggling. I got him a magnified mirror to assist him with this strategic behavior.
Shortly after, he came into the bedroom where I was putting laundry away. He proudly showed me the blood splotched toilet paper as evidence his tooth was most definitely ready to come out. He went back to work with the apple. Banging. Wiggling. Banging. Wiggling. The next thing I know, he’s standing before me expressionless with an outstretched arm, hand open, palm up and there in the middle is one tiny white tooth speckled with blood. I immediately got excited. He immediately burst into tears. Tears for the loss of what was. Tears of a five year old desperately trying to hold on to all he had ever known. Not ready for change, he cried out, “I want my tooth back in.” After much consolation, he calmed down. He dried his puffy eyes, but continued to complain about the hole in his mouth for the remainder of the evening.
Upon waking this morning, the first words of the day were, “You’re right mama. It doesn’t bother me anymore.” This is good to hear since the tooth right next to the hole is going to fall out any minute!
Posted by Kim on Saturday Feb 14, 2015 Under Photoetry
Love is many things, but since having you it’s become much clearer to me.
More focused, yet all-encompassing.
More intense, yet fragile.
More intentional, yet serendipitous.
a lazy Saturday morning serenade. You make up songs as you go. Singing freely.
running around the backyard with the puppy dogs. There’s nothing better than seeing their tails wag at the sight of us. Or how they rub up against us when we are together and lean into us with their soft, strong bodies to show affection, nearly knocking us over.
jumping on the trampoline on a cold and cloudy day. With a sword, no doubt. The imagination hard at work. Creating scenarios. Narrating as you go.
jumping on the trampoline on a warm and sunny day. Making faces the whole time. Seeing how silly you can be. Just raw fun.
Love is small moments of surprises that whisper to us during the day. Those moments we discover as we make our way along. Doing all the things we ordinarily do.
It’s the moment I stop and look at you when you are talking, because nothing else matters more than what you are saying to me.
It’s the moment I pause while unloading the dishwasher to watch how crazy fast you can run into the living room.
It’s the moment when we are playing and you say something funny and we both crack up laughing out loud.
It’s the moment when you jump into bed, lay down flat and I flap the blanket over you. You giggle and say, “Again!” again and again until my arms are tired.
It’s the moment I look in my rear view mirror and see you engrossed in deep conversation, because we don’t turn on the radio. We talk to each other.
I could go on and on. We are overflowing with moments.
I’m so grateful for each of them. For these moments make our life joyful.
Your Daddy and I have been married 11 years, but he’s been my best friend for 25.
Okay. To be honest, I forgot it was our anniversary until I read it on Facebook thanks to a post. I am not one for dates. I don’t remember them and I don’t think of them. One day just goes into the next and they are all special to me. One day in my life does not hold any more significance to me than any other day that I’m breathing. I count each one a blessing, especially with my boys.
I’m one. He’s one. And together we’re two ones…11.
He’s my other one.
And I’m so glad he is.
We are in sync with one another, side by side.
In all of our years together we’ve created so much. So much together. So much we share.