This entry is simply to affirm that my blog has NOT gone into the abyss of lost and forgotten blogs. I have had so very much to say and write about these past couple of months, but with no time to do so.
After returning from our French “sabbatical”, as I like to call it, (which was very much enjoyed and needed!), I entered into a new life and started to make the needed adjustments. My youngest was at college and no longer in the home. A new focus was now on breathing air into our business that had been slightly neglected the previous months, planning a December wedding for my eldest daughter, and starting to live our new life together. In fact, this was what my blog entries were going to be about…Then the business got busy, the wedding planning picked up momentum, and the holiday preparations were upon me. I know. Excuses.
Which brings me to a question: How DO these bloggers live their lives so fully with crafts, cooking, travel and kids and STILL have time to write about it at the end of the day? It MUST be about what my husband harps on me about all the time-TIME MANAGEMENT. This, my friends, will be one of my new year’s resolutions. I shall be better at time management. I shall be efficient and GET THINGS DONE!
But in the meantime, I will savor the moments of the next couple of weeks. I will spend time in the kitchen with my daughters baking cookies and making our appetizers for Christmas. I will steam my old wedding veil for my daughter’s wedding day. I will thoughtfully pack boxes with my daughter, as she prepares to move into her new life. I will listen intently to my youngest daughter as she speaks of her exciting new college life. I will put the holiday sweaters on the dogs and giggle with the family. I will take walks with my husband in the brisk evenings hoping to see deer. I will even eat some fudge and drink some wine-without the guilt.
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!
“Yesterday’s the past, tomorrow’s the future, but today is a gift. That’s why it’s called the present.” -Bil Keane, Family Circus cartoonist
Autumn is no doubt one of the best times of year. There are crafts with the kids, making leaf piles and jumping in, corn mazes, carving pumpkins, and hot apple cider with cinnamon sticks. Then there’s the making fun goodies for the class fall parties and the hunt for costumes for that deliciously fun holiday, Halloween. All of my such wonderful memories are very well preserved and documented in scrapbooks that are now gathering dust.
My two wonderful daughters with whom all these memories were made are now 18 and 22- one in college and the other getting married in a couple of months. Interestingly, even though they don’t thumb through the old scrapbooks, they remember in detail each costume they wore and the process of coming to the decision of what they wanted to be for Halloween that year. And I remember taking their vision and creating a costume on a shoestring budget. (more…)
Fresh sheets and fluffed up pillows were placed on the bed. The vacuuming and dusting was completed. Halloween and fall décor was placed throughout the house. Cookies were baked and shelves stocked with some favorite food items. My schedule was freed up for the next couple of days. Sounds like some special company was coming for the weekend? Well, yes, sort of…it was my daughter’s first visit home since leaving for college and I was hyped.
It had been 2 full months since we moved her into the dorms and I’ve missed her. I mean, really missed her. I had quite a bit of anxiety, as I wasn’t quite sure what to expect. I’ve been reading about all sorts of “college changes” and almost foreboding warnings about the first visit home from your college student. Was I going to be prepared for who’s going to walk through the door?
Warning #1: “Your child may not want to share his/her new life with you and this should be respected”. Oh, dear. I’m not good about this one. I tend to take on the role of an interrogator when it comes to people, but I will exert some self control. (more…)
It’s been over two weeks since we’ve left home for our trip-two absolutely wonderful weeks that have fulfilled me in ways that I didn’t even expect. There have been incredible sights, delicious food, uninterrupted time with my husband and even late mornings of sleeping in. Then why do I have that familiar pit in my stomach? That same feeling when I went to Girl Scout camp, when I moved away to college and then again when I moved 1200 miles away from my home after I first got married. That feeling I know so well. Homesickness.
So what exactly is “homesick”? Merriam-Webster’s Dictionary defines it as a longing for home and family while absent from them.
Here is a little list that helps to define it for me even further:
1.) Missing the sound of my daughters’ voices saying, “good morning”. Ok, so one is off to college and the other is not a morning person, but still… (more…)