Wednesday, September 30, 2009

::Unexpected Getaway::

ave and Kate invites us, last minute, to stay at this lovely cottage for the weekend. I have always loved spontaneity. Good things often come from not having any preconceptions. Sure enough, it was such a time of relaxation and beauty. Just look at the view!

A moment of excitement I could have done without came when a sequence of unfortunate events lead to Isaiah being run over by the golf cart. He was relatively uninjured, but I went weak at the knees for an hour or so from the adrenaline surge. Ugh. Boys. Will they make it to adulthood? Kate and I shuddered at the thought of what our 5 boys will get up to in the years to come. How many scars? How many broken bones? But, I am sure, when they are grown, looking back, they will say it was all worth it.

Monday, September 28, 2009

::Flower Fairy Baby::

My little flower fairy baby.

Monday, September 14, 2009

::His Heart::

My Dad had a heart attack. He has been making self-deprecating jokes about his health for a decade now. But he's not laughing now. They say it was major. They say he should be dead. A twist of circumstance saved him. He hauled his bike out of winter storage and began biking to work this spring. Hours of pedalling every day gave his heart the fortification it needed to let him live.

He says it didn't hurt. It's supposed to though, isn't it? He says it was a weight pushing down on his chest and a tightening in his throat. No pain. He pondered his symptoms. Swine flu? Would pigs be the death of him? He asked to go home. His co-workers knew a very sick man when they saw one and said no. He was in an ambulance and in and out of surgery by 1:00.

Blue hearts. My sister and I followed them to his door at the CCU. My Dad has never been a small man. He looked small to me. My Dad has graying hair and laugh lines around his eyes. I fixated on these things because I didn't want to focus on the fear I felt coming off him in waves. Make him laugh. Keep it light.

I am finding I can't quite grasp the appropriate emotion for a time such as this. I am on auto-pilot. In a zone of practicality I never usually inhabit. I am thinking. What will distract him? What will bring my Mom rest? What will make Connor feel secure? My Dad is indestructible. He tore down a garage with his hands. His heart will not conquer him.

I tell myself these things. But really, I know I need to be down on my knees. Join me. Pray for my Dad's heart.

Friday, September 04, 2009

::Signs of autumn::

{Berries along our driveway. I think I may try and cut and dry a few branches...}

Wednesday, September 02, 2009

::Resolutions of a mother::

resolve to make three double batches of homemade buns and three double batches of cookies within the first three days of every month. That way we will have a freezer full of delicious snacks and I will not have to haul the breadmaker out for weeks.

:: 48 Cinnamon Raisin buns & 48 Oatmeal Raisin cookies.
DAY 2:: 24 Sweet Dough buns {I ran out of sugar!} & 48 White Chocolate Cranberry Pecan cookies.
DAY 3:: 48 Whole Wheat buns & 48 Double Chocolate cookies.