Category Archives: Boys

Be Celebrating Eight 

The snowman birthday – eight.  

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We celebrated our oldest’s birth day a few weeks ago as a family.  JC joined me on an early morning bike ride.   We ate our son’s foods of choice.  We went swimming and opened gifts.   

     

   

         

I am so grateful to be this eight years olds mom.  

It is pure joy to see his sensitive heart that he wears on his shoulders.  

It is profound to watch my first born forge his own path with no one ‘ahead’ of him.  

It is amazing to watch him develop and grow.  

Happy snowman birthday.  

Be Savouring Sunsets 

Spring break. 

Done.  

Sunsets savoured.  

Tasted.  

Touched.  

Danced through.  

Played under.  

Sunsets. 

I first began my love affair with sunsets as an university student.  I moved from the mountains to the prairies to go to school and watching the sun slip off the earth mesmerized me.  

Captured.  

Stopped in my tracks.  

My propulsion moving me endlessly forward was halted.  

Breath taken. 

By brilliant colours.  

Chasing the sun setting.  

The sun has shown me its incredible force.  

Bringing light.  

Hope for a new day.  

A peaceful ending to moments made.  

Creating warmth.  

Thank you God for the sun and sunsets. 

We now have three boys who savour sunsets.  

Here they are enjoying a stopped moment savouring the sunset on our last day of spring break holidays.

Did anyone notice the sunrise shot I threw in?  Tee hee, cheeky monkey I am!

Lastly, I have been cleaning out old junk/treasures and I can across this poem I wrote in grade seven: 

I love how God weaves together themes for me.  

Be Getting Hammered on your Holidays 

Hammered had a different connotations in my twenties and thirties.  Now that I am forty, being hammered has entailed waves and a flu virus. 

Last year, Sexy Neck received the gift of a pair of ripped shorts courtesy of the waves in Waimea Bay.  

Today, Waimea Bay gave Sexy Neck the gift of a shirt and face full of sand.  

Here are Papa and Sexy-Neck surveying the surf pre-hammering. 



Before. 



And after.  (He is happy the waves didn’t take his sun glasses!)

The wee boys had an incredible morning of boogie boarding.   I guess it is easier to ride a board then stand in a wave. 





Even OC got into the waves, but I only managed thus post-water shot. 



We are recovering from getting hammered with the flu this week.  

Fever.  

Chills.  

Cough.  

Running noses.

Sleepless nights.  

And this is the only hammering we hope to have during this spring break.  

Riding the waves.  

In the water.  

In life.  

Recovering from illness.  

Rejoicing in health. 

Good. 

Bad. 

Sand up your shorts. 

Sun on your face. 

Getting hammered.  

Be Reading Signs 

I haven’t laughed so hard… 

My dad and Sexy Neck were in the front of the van yesterday.  The road we were heading north on was closed due to a traffic accident.   



We spent over an hour on a road trip that could have taken twenty minutes, but oh was it a hilarious trip.  

Dad and Sexy Neck were on the top of their game reading EVERY SINGLE SIGN WE PASSED!   Have you ever noticed that ‘older’ men tend to do this?  I had NEVER noticed until I heard Sexy Neck explaim from the front seat, 

“I am officially ‘old’.  I am reading signs out loud as I drive. And they aren’t important signs.” 



Hahaha!  

Simple times.  

Out of routine.  

Shaking it up.

Sharing insight.  

Doing ‘normal’ things.  

Off to enjoy some pineapple…