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Thursday, April 24, 2014

beautiful endings | little things Thursday ...

The end doesn't always have to be ugly as is evidenced by the remains from last week's bouquet of tulips.
I need to keep this in mind.  Perhaps I should write it 100 times on the chalkboard or better yet, post-it-notes.
My son (my baby) is one month from his high school graduation.  1 month!
whoa nelly! 
I know from experience that those four precious weeks will fly by with lightening speed and though my level of scattered braininess will be at an all time high it will only temporarily distract me from the impending reality that 'this is it'. In our conversation about how many days of actual class instruction he has remaining, he looked over and asked: "are you going to cry?"  quickly correcting himself "you're gonna cry, aren't you?"   "At my graduation, you're going to cry."  It was no longer a question.
Uh, Heck Yea. x10  x infinity
What's more,  it could get ugly - I'm not making any promises.
I was teetering on sniffles trying to run last minute errands for this weekend's Prom when it hit me just how much I'm going to miss this kid.   Our special hand shake created while waiting for his sister to get out of middle school when he was in 3rd grade.  Our inside jokes - mostly at the expense of his sister (that may, or may not have been said with the voice of Scooby Doo ... I'm pleading the 5th).   Gym buddy.  Camera buddy.  The kid who educated mom on what is cool (Aeropostale rue 21 Hollister PacSun Am.Eagle ...)
 So, so many memories - beautiful memories.

and yes, I understand that this is not "THE END" "THE END", but merely the conclusion of Act II. But I'm a mom and I earned the right to a few things when it comes to my babies; getting slightly over dramatic with the graduation of one is, I'm pretty darn sure, allowed under the terms and conditions of the Parent Plan.

linking up with:

 Little by Little

Tuesday, April 22, 2014

there's a new sheriff in town ...


and it's packing fully loaded dogwoods

and cherry blossoms



Monday, April 21, 2014

take me out to the ballgame | t-ball style ...

"if you build it, he will come"
Field of Dreams 

"Little League baseball is a very good thing 
because it keeps the parents off the streets." 
Yogi Berra

"There are three types of baseball players: 
Those who make it happen, 
those who watch it happen
and those who wonder what happened." 
Tommy Lasorda

"Baseball is 90 percent mental and the other half is physical."
Yogi Berra

"When baseball is no longer fun, 
it's no longer a game." 
Joe DiMaggio

"The thing I like about baseball is that it's one-on-one. 
You stand up there alone, and if you make a mistake, it's your mistake. 
If you hit a home run, it's your home run."
Hank Aaron

good, random, fun at the ballpark
where 5-6 year old children believed the dream that anything is possible
and for an hour or so, their parents did too.

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Today is my husband's birthday - HAPPY BIRTHDAY
Today is also Boston Marathon Monday - best wishes to the runners, volunteers, and spectators
and "go Wellesley Girls" at the Scream Tunnel.
Boston Strong!

Sunday, April 20, 2014

sound of silence | song*ography ...

The Sound of Silence 
Simon and Garfunkel

Hello darkness, my old friend, 
I've come to talk with you again 

'neath the halo of a street lamp, 

that split the night and touch the sound of silence 


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Friday, April 18, 2014

speaking of flowers ...

One can not visit The Greenbrier and not mention the flowers or botanical influence of their decor.

You are surrounded by it at every turn.

Where LARGE and BOLD and in FLOWER is their signature look.

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Thursday, April 17, 2014

that other holiday ...

of bunnies, baskets and eggs - oh my!

I can still remember the last year mom and dad got us kids Easter Baskets.  They were neatly stacked on the counter no longer needing to be hidden for the 'great hunt'.  As we visually assessed the colorful cellophane wrapped chocolate bunnies, sugary peeps and malted eggs on plastic grass, mom asked: 
"I wonder what kind of Easter Baskets the kids across the road got?"
They were a "poor" family by comparison with what seemed like a lot of young children - or, at least as many children as we just happened to have baskets.  Without debate or much conversation we gathered our wicker troves filled with sweets and headed to the neighbors.  At first the parents declined our offering, but after some insistence on our part they finally gave in and accepted the gifts.  As I now think back, this might have been as much from the desire to get us to leave, as it was their willingness to accept the bounty.  Regardless, we left with empty hands and fuller hearts.
We had outgrown the need for bunnies, chocolate eggs, or jelly beans.
That Easter we had instead become richer in the understanding of gratitude, humility, and generosity.

I don't know if my children have such a story to recall one day - but hopefully if I have done my job right, I have passed along this lesson.  They don't get Easter Baskets anymore - haven't for years; and though I miss the pageantry of putting them together, I enjoy seeing that maturity in my kids.  Understanding that the best part of a holiday isn't necessary filled with marshmallow or covered in chocolate. 

linking up with:

 Little by Little