What do you personally think every human being should know or be able to do?
For Sexy Neck and I, we believe it is essential that our boys learn how to move their bodies safely.
Thus, gymnastics is a priority for our schedule and our budget.
Man, it isn’t cheap!
As we move into our winter activities, we say goodbye to our autumn gymnastics class.
Thank you for teaching our boys to balance, hop and roll.
This blog post was started in the summertime as I was playing a “healthy living” game with my friend Penny and an old neighbour and her friend T. I had to add to the post after our ski vacation a few days ago… and finally introduce you to one wonderful human being and friend. Formally know on my blog as Princess P and now just Penny.
Here are my boys sharing some after dinner books at Auntie Penny’s house. My boys cherish the wonderful books she had for her own children. We love going over to their house for dinner!
And now while they were working hard to renovate their bathrooms and get ready for their own three wonderful children’s arrival, Penny and Bob came to spend a few wonderful hours with our family on the ski hill.
Penny knew my mom always made PJ’s for my boys at Christmastime and look what she got the boys:
One of the other gifts that my mom has always given me over the years is a knitted scarf and look what I pulled out of the Christmas bag from Penny:
A very lovely, hand-loving-made scarf!
The depth of gratitude I feel is incredible.
When you lose someone important in your life, there is a HUGE hole.
The greater the love, the deeper the hole.
But others will lean in and close the gap.
The hole won’t pull you in and down.
People are holding me up right now in prayer and physical presence and “knowing”.
Penny has brought us such joy through these beautiful, thoughtful, handmade gifts.
These were very important to our family.
Healing through fabric.
My mom is gone, but never forgotten.
She lives on through all of us who “knew” her.
And now the power of a Penny!
Two different antibiotics sit on the counter.
Two more antibiotic creams.
Echinacea and cold remedy bottles.
Plus vitamin C and D to round out the counter display.
And I only have three children!
I have an embroidery guy that promised me shirts last Friday who didn’t even have the shirts started today.
And today I have my oldest say that he thinks our dog “is feeling something, maybe sad!” Yup, he’s right. She has hurt her leg.
My middle son, sadly, lost his very best pair of ski gloves. We spent time searching the playground and the school lost and found, but to now avail. But I have one very sad little boy.
In thirty-six hours, I am going to be fortunate to share GreenTeaHAWAII in Vtown’s hockey arena, where I used to live.
Trying to coordinate mommy going to ‘work’ for two whole days and evenings has taken a small army of help to coordinate.
I can’t comprehend my mindset.
Trying to prepare to do something for the FIRST time.
And I am not even freaking out.
I feel peace.
I feel gratitude.
I see such beauty around me.
(Even driving down the road.)
I feel great love for all that I have, all that I can do, my given family, my chosen family, my community and my God.
We are living in a fear-filled, chaotic time.
But, I see beauty everywhere.
I feel overflowing waves of gratitude EVERY day, all day.
Maybe I am out of my mind!
The spirit of hockey is so much more than just a sport.
Hockey is woven through our communities through shared time, fun rivalry and good old Tim Horton’s.
Thank you hockey for coming to town…
We went to visit Papa.
We saw one of these:
But it was green.
It was the exact green transport ambulance that brought my mom from the hospital to hospice house last Christmas.
And what did my three year old say as we drove by this green transport ambulance:
“Mom, look! An ambulance! We can tell it to go to heaven, get Nana and take her to Papa’s house!”
I wish son! I wish!
My three year old thinks an ambulance took Nana to heaven.
He now calls my parent’s house, Papa’s house.
He wants to bring Nana back to Papa too!
Me too, son! Me too!
With gratitude for these moments with my boys.
What rituals or traditions do you have, intentional or unintentional?
I love me some traditions!
Yearly activities to look forward to.
Our God, seasons and people to celebrate.
Four years ago we started a pumpkin carving party with some very good friends. We have managed to make it happen every year, even during last autumn’s cancer journey with mom. Here are 2013 photos!
My heart overflows with gratitude for this incredible evening we got to share together carving pumpkins.
Look at these creative people:
Their very own creations (with help from Papa, Lizzie and Princess Penny).
I love family photos with a professional photographer.
I love thinking about meaningful locations, picking out matching clothing and being able to look back on family photos many years after.
I have numerous treasured photos of me as ‘getting ready to grow girl’, ‘getting ready to grow into my teeth girl’ and my personal favourite ‘mullet hockey hair girl’. Priceless memories.
Today, I was again able to instil this
torture love of family photos onto my boys.
It started with me asking them to wear jeans and good shoes then proceeded to asking them to wait to play at the playground so that we could do our rapid fire fifteen minute PAC fundraiser photoshoot traipsing around the top of a local mountain for family photos.
Thanks boys for humouring your Mama! It was wonderful to see you climbing trees, sitting on fences and making chairs out of stumps. The dust on your shoes, your uncomfortable jeans and beautiful smiles will create wonderful family photos.
I can hardly wait!