Some baby Jack
Seems like yesterday.
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Seven is just heaven.
Our boy will be seven years old tomorrow. I remember feeling soooo heavy with him the night before he was born. I was so swollen and short of breath. Then with all the excitement of his birth adn then following, it has been an amazing ride with our boy for sure. Tonight we had our second soccer practice. i feel guilty admitting this but, I have almost trained myself to dread these outings. Up until this year doing anything with other children or adults was very VERY unpredictable. Last year playing soccer when he was on... he was awesome. Last year when he was off, it was temper tantrums, and unpredictable outbursts with other children and adults. This year we have had a birthday party with twenty plus children and he PLAYED with them. He greeted his guests each by name ( with encouragement) Thanked people for their gifts and was an awesome host. He has really great days at camp, making new friends and learning how to "keep his hands to himself." We hav...
Smile and look up.
I was supposed to go to Philadelphia tomorrow for a follow-up appointment with the cardiologist. They cancelled me until Tues the 13th. Which is fine with me since we are having Jacks swim party from 6 to 8. Dads anniversary being tomorrow, should it be a solemn day? I don't know. I certainly cannot forget the day. Nor the events that changed all our lives on this date. But Jack is an amazing SEVEN YEARS OLD. Every ounce of our boy is vibrating with LIFE!!! Every fiber of his being is beating and strumming with magic. He is a blurred symphony of fast moving, dust scattering carnival lights. Our boy is the unplanned saving GRACE of our lives, whether we know it or not. What did we do before Jack. I dreamed of Jack. I remember a vivid dream I had back in 2002. I was semi awake looking for a baby in my room. The baby was a little boy with blonde hair and blue eyes who was sleeping in the laundry basket. As clear as life itself he wa...
Yup still here.
My girl Allie came home from work today, after a twelve hour shift in the ICU, exhausted. I remember my Dad saying when I would come home... "Kill anyone today?" "No?.. Then it was a good day." I asked her that the other day. and she answered " I was the nurse for a family today as they withdrew life support." We are quickly approaching the six year anniversary of my Dads "withdrawal of life support." August 9th. I remember that event as if it happened yesterday, yet thankfully I dont think of it everyday. Sometimes I can go days without thoughts of THAT event. But certainly not a day goes by without thinking of my Dad. What would he think of our girls, and our beautiful boy.? All of our kids have changed so much since that last day. Is he watching and seeing our ups and down? Does he know we aren't forgetting him.? Allie was telling me the story of the family letting their Dad go the other day. It wrenched at my gut and makes ...
These are the days.
We had a tornado warning today. Allie Nana and I were floating in the pool at Nanas apartment when we heard thunder. So as directed we immediately left and headed back to Moms place. Allie looked through the paper for apts, while nana and I admired her. We chuckled and then ALlie left to head to work. 5 minutes later we read about the warning. Nana and I packed up her stuff and headed back to my house. (we have a basement.) Jack was s till at CYC camp not expected home until 3. His TSS was bringing him home and he was safe tucked in tight at the cyc basement. Missi called to check on us as we scurried around shutting windows and waiting for funnel clouds. The storm passed with no more than a few drops of rain. Our sweet boy came home from camp. Then Nana and Jack played a few games of checkers while I made MEATLOAF. My hubbie came home, Missi came home and then left just as quick to get her hair done...
I should say "thank you."
This has been the summer of the "mountain". The mountain refers to the cottage of my childhood. The house where Mom and Dad, boys and I used to go EVERY summer to spend time with our grandparents and just BE. What did we do there? Well, I remember making mudpies on the lazy susan in the backyard. Sitting on the mossy rocks and pulling the long leaves from fern. I ate fruit with my Aunt Betty on her couch and talked about what she was cooking. I swam in the lake, wearing muddy sneakers ankle deep in muck. I watched leaves blow, turn, shimmer and dapple sunlight on the darkest green grass. I would lie on the hammock waiting for my grandfather to come home from work, then watch him take his nap on the hammock slung between two trees. My Mom would always be awake and beautiful in the morning. Sitting at the kitchen counter sipping coffee, singing along to her radio. Our Dad worked in NJ the entire summer while we vacatione...