A Boy & His Daddy

Please enter your name. Please enter a valid email address. Subscribe! Something went wrong. Please check your entries and try again. My son’s Daddy has been very sick for about a year. He busted a hole in his heart and then four months later did the same thing again. They call it an aortic discetion. I have personally watched him suffer through so much over the last year. We have been divorced for many years now, but we share a love for this boy like no other. Mike called me from the ER the night before Christmas Eve and then he ended up having open heart surgery on Christmas Eve. He has been close to death for months. On more than one occasion he had no pulse and was unresponsive. I have had to sit our son down and explain to him that his Daddy wouldn’t make it and that he needed to be prepared for his death so many times the last six months. But today, he got the sweet surprise of finding him at his sister’s house just about ten minutes from us. He didn’t want me to tell Mikey that he was coming home so he could…

Where are all the cars?

Today I was remembering the transportation in Venice while working on this scrapbook page.   One of the things I love most about scrapbooking is how much you think about the thing you are trying to remember with the page while you are making it.   In Venice your brain can never really get around there not being cars when you get there. You make the decision you are going to go someplace, and it hits you that you can’t just go out and get in the car. There are no cars. That becomes less painful once you get your bearings and realize that you truly can walk across the entire island in about an hour if you don’t get lost, but I wouldn’t count on ever going someplace that you don’t get turned around in Venice. Several times we went out to just roam about and spent about an hour just snapping photos of beautiful doorways. We felt like we were on the other side of the world and we had seen so many things that we didn’t even care where we were. Suddenly I stopped to catch a photo of Bill standing on a little bridge and as I…

Paris in the snow

I love Paris. That is not a secret to the people who know me. I fell in love with it the moment I saw it in June of 2016. Of course, I was wearing my wedding dress and getting married so it was a special day already. On my second trip to Paris it would be freezing cold and covered in the first snowfall that Paris had seen in many years. It was wet and nasty but amazingly beautiful. I am so thankful that I got to see it a different way. The night that we walked out to see it we went to the little street where we took wedding photos especially because it is by far my favorite spot in the world. If I die, Bil knows that I am to be taken immediately to this location and my ashes scattered at the foot of the Eiffel Tower forever. While we were walking about at the bottom of the Tower in the snow we were approached by a news crew that asked if we would care to talk about how we felt about seeing the Tower closed once we arrived. We had no idea that he meant that…

Friends Forever

Please enter your name. Please enter a valid email address. Subscribe | Follow Something went wrong. Please check your entries and try again. Friends Forever just sounds like something you write in the back of someone’s yearbook. But in this case, it’s true. I have been friends with these girls for as long as I can remember. Though we had not all been together in the same room in the last 30 years, you wouldn’t have known it from the evening we shared. We graduated from Belfry High School in 1988 and this year will be our class reunion year. I was thinking when I thought about writing a post on our night together that when I go to the Dr he always says, “Do you smoke” “Do you drink” as standard questions. My answer is always the same, No I don’t smoke but on occasion I do have some drinks. Turns out last night was the occasion. Whew! Ya know that moment when you beg God to let you just live through something and swear you will never do it again, welcome to my morning. I remember now the reason that I don’t drink. Normally I would have a ton…

Why is this time so scary?

The entire time you are pregnant you think of everything that can go wrong. They are so fragile, and it is definitely a scary time as a mother. When they hand you a baby and you hold it for the first time, you are certain of what they will become. You imagine at that moment their entire future. They will go college, marry the man or woman of their dreams, have your grandbabies and they will be safe and happy. I think it’s a pretty standard mom dream. When they are in this middle age, just before puberty, right after their childhood, you are just happy if they still laugh. My daddy is 71 years old. We were talking, and he said how he would love to be 25 again, but only if he could be 25 in like 1960. He said how he didn’t really want to be a kid again if he had to do in today’s world. I immediately thought of my son. Am I the only person who thinks it’s harder to be a child today than it was in the late 70’s and early 80’s ? I pray that when he looks back on his childhood…

Smile !

One of the things that I didn’t know in advance was how many photos would be taken of us by strangers while at Carnevale.  I guess, I thought it would be fun, but I don’t think I ever knew that photographers would come from around the world to photograph those of us in the costumes and masks.  On the first day when we put our costumes on and walked out to San Marco Square we were shocked by the fact that we couldn’t reach the square. As soon as we made our way out of the tiny little street that met up with the Grand Canal we were met with a rush of paparazzi and every single step we took for the next four days was labored. ​With what is a space that feels less than a single square mile and a gathering of more than three million people, it becomes a close encounter quickly in Venice. But the feeling of excitement when you are pursued by thousands of photographers is hard to explain. I remember thinking after a few hours that it was mad that so many people pressed for a photo. We had all kinds. Those who waited patiently in line…

Top Things to NOT see in Cairo, Egypt (And a few you should)

When we arrived in Egypt we had been traveling for a very long time. I think we were about 14 days into the trip. We had been to Paris and Venice and it was not our first time to either, so we felt at ease in both locations. That was not the case with Egypt. Of all the places I have ever visited, Egypt is the one that felt the most like I was in a foreign country. It seemed like everything was odd. Simple things seemed different. I don’t know exactly how to explain it, but I will try. In the United States we throw trash in a garbage can and a truck comes and gets that, and a bigger truck goes to get that, etc. I don’t even know where it ends up, but it is handled by some type of system larger than I care to think about. Its just the normal way it works here. In Egypt, they don’t handle the trash at all. If you used it, you dropped it when you were done with it. It laid there until it rotted, someone else wanted it or it got covered over with some more trash….

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To just not be forgotten

I don’t know that I will ever be able to remember everything that I hope to remember about our vacation to Venice. Some days I really can’t focus because my mind is so cluttered with the memories and it feels like I could never forget a single detail. But the truth is I do. I forget most things that are feelings or moments, sweet and precious. I have photos and I look at them often, but I find that the little things that I write down are in the end the things that I get to recycle and experience again in my mind. Does that even make sense? My oldest son is going to be thirty years old in January. That doesn’t seem possible to me. Am I that old? Is my youngest son really going to be 13 in May? Once, I held their little bodies in my arms and fell in love with them. I don’t think I will ever forget those days. Once, I was published in a book. Like in a library. Those don’t exist much anymore. Libraries or books. But someplace there’s a volume sitting on a shelf with words in it that I wrote and…

I am many things

Please don’t ever be Aaron’s Mommy

Please don’t ever be Aaron’s Mommy The sweet words of a 4 year old. 4 Mikey is four at the time of this story. 20 Aaron was 20 at the time of this tale.  100% Between the two of them they have 100% of my heart. Please don’t ever be Aaron’s Mommy Mikey is 4 and Aaron is 20. Needless to say there are a few years difference in their ages. I pretty much started over a whole new family with Mikey. But for as long as Mikey is able to remember Aaron has been “Bubby” and has been a steady part of his life. If Mikey looks outside and see’s Aaron coming into the guest entrance he will run around the house and make his way to the side door to open it to let “Bubby” into the house. Aaron likes to wrestle with Mikey and rough him up. It always ends in me saying to them “Okay thats enough” Because I’m scared Mikey will get hurt ! Although now that I am thinking back it seems I remember that Aaron is usually the one who walks away in pain ? Mikey seems to always catch him just right.  …

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Beautiful Day

I love to scrapbook about our travels. I am only just learning to do digital scrapbooking. I have been paper crafting for many years now but in the last six months I have tried really hard to learn to use photoshop. I had a software by Microsoft that I used since 2016 and when I upgraded my computer this last time, sadly, it stopped working with the new windows versions. I almost took the computer back. I figured this was the perfect time to give digital scrapbooking a try since I needed something to learn on. I discovered a website where I have spend hours downloading lots of goodies that I can use to make the pages. I think learning shadows and layers is freaking hard. I will get there. For now, I am just thankful that every now and again I can create a page that I am not ashamed of. The funny thing is, I could make this page with real paper in just a few minutes. LOL I thought digital scrapbooking would be faster. NOT SO ! Does anyone have suggestions for good digital scrapbook beginner blogs or sites? Love any suggestions you may have.   Subscribe…