Soft as a Kitten

Soft as a kitten. Sweet babies. Absolutely precious. Today, as I was holding my sweet baby in my arms I buried my face into her soft hair and breathed it in. It was wonderful. Call me crazy. Go ahead. I don't care. There is something enduring about the smell and the feel of a baby. It's like holding a kitten close. From the peach pads of their feet to the feel of their velvety hair and all the cute stuff in between babies are bottles of joy ripe for cuddling. Amazing creations. So there I sat taking in my baby, holding her tight in my arms, just cuddling. Times with our children are so fleeting, we all know this. You blink and that pink and new baby starts walking, blink again and she's riding a bike, blink, blink, blink, now you're looking at her holding up neon earrings asking you when she can get her ears pierced. Blink, blink, blink some more and you start bouncing her babies off your knee and taking in their sweet scent when you hold them close to your chest. Then all of the sudden your treasure chest of baby memories open up and you snap back to all the sweet times you had with that sweet babies own mama. My grandbabies aren't here yet but I love to still imagine the times I get to hold them in my arms and watch them wrap their cute chubby fingers around my wirey grey hair and remember when their own mama wrapped her precious chunky pink hand in my smooth silky brown hair. The love will be the same, even if the face and the hair is different. And I don't stop with little babies. The other day my twelve year old buried herself into my lap and wrapped her legs around my own. We sat there for awhile, us two, breathing each other in, holding each other close. I buried my face in her thick brown hair and remembered briefly when it was soft,black and new. I ran my fingers along her own, looking at her Hello Kitty nails and started counting them like I did when she was first born. The years don't matter. I've stopped holding my eyes wide open in fear of blinking the time away. Babies are precious at any age, from newborn to ten months to 3 yrs to 12, even 80. All the years are precious. And I'm going to love taking in every moment of it.

Nothing is Everything

Too often do I open up a blog to see someone, especially myself, post of nothing going on, "no news here" but yet here I am wrapping my mind around several events of absolutely nothing that in all honesty actually mean everything. A friend of mine who is wrapped in a world of chaos tells me quite often how she prays for normal again for days filled with nothing. How full those days really are! Small events that may not be as monumental as a child's first steps or the day one has come into salvation are important nonetheless. I had five minutes to sit on my couch today and when I did I thought of the days events, the close of B's Apple Camp, housework, schoolwork, my frequent talks with God trying to figure out so many monumental little things. Now, here come my children, dancing on their miniature feet, laughing and playing with each other, "Mommy can I's?" fill my ears and again my head is no longer pondering over "nothing." A Titus 2 woman once told me to savor my time, "The days are long," She said, "but the years are short." Wise words to echo in the nautilus of an ear that experiences so much more than nothing.

Moved in and My Little Guy

Ahhh, yes! We are officially moved in! Most of the boxes are unpacked, paintings are hung and we are all getting acclimated to our new surroundings. Therefore, there will be more opportunities for me to get back to blogging! Woo-hoo!
Here is a picture of my little guy. Obviously, he likes the taste of the pads of his fingers OR he's super excited about losing his second tooth! He's six so what can I say? Anyway, this handsome boy has been having migraines about twice a week for around six months. They have gone up to about one a day (they did this in December also.) After a visit to the neurologist it was determined that my son has something called pseudotumor cerebri. Basically something outside his brain is causing pressure on his brain and his eyes. Which explains why he normally holds his eyes during a migraine and tells me it feels like lava oozing out. This Friday he is scheduled for a lumbar puncture, similar to a spinal tap, where they will be removing some excess brain fluid to test and see what is causing this pressure and also to alleviate some of the brain fluid in the hopes that this might cure his migraines as well. Would you mind saying a little prayer for my handsome little guy? I have heard a few testimonies about lumbar punctures and they weren't very favorable. However, I am comforted that his MRI has pinpointed a cause for his pain and it is being treated. Praise the King!

Isn't She Lovely?

(cue Stevie Wonder's "Isn't she lovely" harmonica solo) Yes, I've been singing this song ever since this little gem landed in my kitchen. Look at her? My new Vitamix. Isn't she lovely? Isn't she wonderful? She comes equipped with a 64 oz BPA free container, the 32 oz smaller counterpart, the dry blade for grains, some cutting boards, a whole foods cookbook, a waterless stainless steele pot and so on and so on. BUT the best part is the actual star of the show, the one the only all star best blender in the world ever... (drum roll please) the HERcules of all turbo blenders...the Vitamix itself!
I've been having fun concocting green smoothies, soups, purees and today we are making ice cream. (Big smile)
I know I may be a little over dramatic but after burning through 9 blenders anywhere from three weeks to eight weeks after original purchase you have to understand my enthusiasm. So turn it up DJ and sing with me!!! "Isn't she looovellllyyyyy? Isn't she won-der-ful. Isn't she precious?..." fade and out.