He loves me, He loves me............Forever
He over looks my many imperfections
He loves even the smallest of things
To him I will never be insignificant
He never tries to analyze me
for I am woman and change quickly
He says his job is to simply adore me
and let me be who I am to be
He never tries to take ownership of me
for I am his equal in life and in love
He is the keeper of my heart
He loves me, He loves me..........forever
kmh2005
Journal Jar - Question 60 Childhood vacations
Tell about a favorite childhood vacation.
This will be a repeat of one of my first few entries into this journal back in August of 2004. I wish that I had a picture of the house my Mother grew up in but I don't, but what I do have is a small ceramic house that I found at an antique shop that reminded me of my Grandparents home, so I'll share a picture of that "treasure" then repeat the entry I did on my childhood summer vacations.
(Orginally written 8/04)
I'm trying to not make my first few impressions on this Journal so deep and heavy, but that is what I've been feeling for the past few days......... I'm sure listening to "My Immortal" isn't helping to lighten my mood either.....But I'm comfortable hidden in the shadows today. Is it because Fall is coming? I am hoping for an Indian Summer.......how alive I feel when the sun is shining warm on me!
Funny how as a child, summer seemed to last for years or was that the long distance car ride to Grandma's on East Coast every summer? I can still feel the wind swoooshing past me in the back seat of my parents car as my brother, sister and I make the miles seem endless for our parents. But when we arrive at Grandma's its all worth the endless Noogies and pinches from my siblings. I loved my Grandparents house in New Jersey! A quaint lil cottage painted white with green shutters and matching adirondack furniture out on the slate patio. It sat up on a small hill with birch trees on one side, Oh how much I loved that place! So much that when I bought my own house it also had birch trees on it's side, as did my brothers! The inside of the house smelled of cedar rafters on the open ceiling, the fireplace that sat in the center of the home with openings in all 4 rooms of the house, the creaking of the bathroom door painted white with a skeleton key to lock it. I thought my mother must of loved growing up here! I still go back there in my minds eye
I would love to go back there someday and see if it's just the way we left it, when my grandfather died and my grandmother had to come live with us in Chicago. But I would hate to see the changes that it has probably made all these years later. So I'll just keep it, in my minds eye, painted white with green shutters smelling of cedar
On the way out to the family ranch I pass this small homstead that always has an endless supply of out of the ordinary "pets." This summer it has this guy and a few of his 'girls' in one penned area, I don't think he likes being photographed....what do you think?? lol lol lol
Now this Emu was not the least bit camera shy........she was just as interested in me as I was interested in her, but I DIDN'T try to take a bite out of her! Maybe she wasn't ready for her close up.........no? lol lol lol
Mother Nature gives us so much to work with, she is the greatest creator of Abstract Art. I am noticing more and more how much a simple shot of almost nothing can become art when a frame is placed around it. I ran off at the lake for a quick few moments of serenity this pass weekend with my camera and found the patterns of algea and weeds in the lake intoxicating with all its varying shades of blue and the fluorescent greens of the underwater plant life. I love when I see something 'finished' in my minds eye then I am able to capture it perfectly through the lens.
Both have promised to be mine forever, one I know will keep that promise, and one will only be mine until he finds his own true love. There is something about that old saying about a Mother's bond with her son, just as I know the bond between a Father and his little girl, I was a Daddy's girl myself.
Another old saying is "A Daughter is your daughter all her life and A Son is your Son until he takes a wife" I know this to be true too, because I see how much closer my own Husband is to me and my family and how much he has pulled away from his own. I know that someday my Son is going to choose another woman over me and even though I know this is coming, it doesn't make it an easier to prepare for, right now I am thankful that he is only 13 and I will still have his heart for a lil while longer. All this has given me a better understanding of my Mother-in-law, She had 3 boys she had to love and then let go of, I used to love the power I had over her and now I understand her hold fast and I am sad that I too will experience this myself in a few years.
My Son still fascinates me with all this 'Boyness' It is through him that I appreciate a baseball game played well, the spiral of a perfectly thrown football and the planet around me....... Who knew a 5 minute lecture on earth worms would hold my interest as well as my heart when told with his voice and seen through his eyes. I already see the little girls swoon in his presence, I had a little girl probably 6 or 7 years old, come up to me at the lake and whisper with adoring eyes that, "Jimmy used her towel" to dry off with at the lake.....I almost couldn't suppress my urge to giggle out loud! He is so much like his Father, the other keeper of my heart that I often get emotional over stolen moments of just watching the two of them interact with each other in their own Father and Son moments. I know he is his Father's son but....... he will always be my baby.
It was a very busy day for my youngest daughter Rachel, not only did she turn 14 yesterday but she also graduated from Middle School. Now times does seem as if it's flying by, I remember the day I gave birth to her and when the Doctor placed her in my arms she said, "This little girl is nothing but eyeballs and eyelashes!" She was just a lil bity thing and even though she was 2 weeks LATE she only weighed in at 5 pounds 7 ounces. I found myself on the verge of tears several times yesterday watching this woman child becoming who she is meant to be. Yes, Rachel is a force to be reckoned with in her own right and she's here to take on the world!
Happy Birthday Baby Girl!!!!!!!
Weekend Assignment #62: Hairstyles from Hell
This is an easy one, anything I did to my hair in the 80's aka "Big Hair era" They say a picture is worth a thousand words.......... Normally I am 5 foot even but on this particular hair day I do believe I made it up to at least 5 foot 9 inches............I can hear the snickering all the way over here! lol lol lol
OK DISCLAIMER- For those few idiots that are commenting without reading the entry, that picture was taken in the 1980's THAT IS NOT HOW I WEAR MY HAIR NOW. You IDIOTS know who you are, but then again that mightbe debatable!
Can you say BIG HAIR? lol lol lol
