Tuesday, April 25, 2017

Helicopter Ballroom

They're twirling madly in the air
These helicopters, everywhere

But this year they've upped their game
They don't look, to me, quite the same.

Instead of that motley shade of brown,
They've donned a different color gown.

This color is quite new to me
I had to look twice to see what I did see

Brown has always been the norm
For these "helicopters" in their swarm.

No, these weren't that shade of brown
That fluttered gracefully to the ground

But a delicate shade of pink
A lovely shade that made me think

What a delightful sight to see
A ballroom of pink dancing on the breeze.


Sunday, April 23, 2017



Eighteen years ~ like yesterday
You came to grace our hearts

Eighteen years ~ like yesterday
We've loved you from the start

Eighteen years ~  like yesterday
You know the time has flown

Eighteen years ~ like yesterday
Just look at how you've grown

Eighteen years ~ like yesterday
Your spirit is still sweet and strong

Eighteen years ~ like yesterday
You make life seem like a song!

Eighteen years ~  seems like yesterday
I can't believe my eyes

I loved you then ~ I love you now
I'll love you 'til I die.

Happy Birthday, Hopie!
Love you a bushel and a peck
With a hug around the neck!

Mom-Mom




Saturday, April 22, 2017

Happy Birthday, Moonbeam!


Our Moonbeam from the Sky
Turned two years old this day

It's hard to fathom such a thing
But Time does have his way.

He's out to conquer this old world
Such a pistol, as you can see

It won't take him very long
He has vast supplies of energy

And when he's done, at day's end,
And all the villains put to rest

He will, in sweet slumber sleep
And dream of his next great quest.

Happy Birthday, Little Moonbeam!
Love,
Mom-Mom



Saturday, April 15, 2017

Happy Birthday, GGG!


Our Little Piece of Stardust
Is turning one today.
He's growing up so fast
And he changes every day.

I just love his baby eyes so blue,
And those chunky little cheeks.
Let's not dismiss that tiny mouth
So perfectly round and sweet.

I hear he has a tender spirit
Easy going as can be
Take a look at that little face
That truth is plain to see.

So Happy Birthday to this babe
Sent for all to love
One year old today
Our Stardust from Above.

Happy Birthday, GGG!
Love,
Aunt Crickett




Tuesday, April 11, 2017

What Are You?

Sometimes an early morning conversation sets the tone for the whole day.
Such was the case today.

Itty Bitty and I were sitting on my front steps waiting for the school bus.  She always has random thoughts in her little noggin.  Out of no where she tells me she heard pop music last night.  They (her family) weren't playing pop music, she heard it in the Village of Quantico. I feel my heart fluttering.  "Village".  What a descriptive word.  My mind immediately went to a cobblestone setting.

She proceeds to tell me she used to be a Townsman, but now she's a Villager.  Mommy, Effan, Rease, Helena and Annalynne are also Villagers. Mom-Mom, Pop-Pop, Ben,  Mr. Paul, Miss Carrwy,  Rease and Helena are Townsmen.  Well, she says, Rease and Helena are Villagers and Townsmen because they live there (little hand swings right) and here (other little hand swings left).  I can hardly stand it.  Of course MY imagination has little pointy caps or flat little beanies on everyone's head.

She then proceeds to tell me that maybe she's a Villager and a Townsman if her daddy lives in a town. And she thinks for a second and concludes that she's could be considered a Farmer too since Granny Bell lives on a farm.   Be still my heart. 

I put my Little Villager on the bus here in Town, waved goodbye and came in to ponder this morning's chat.  I knew I had to record this one for posterity.  I don't want to forget.  Ever.

But on a sad note, my Little Villager arrived back in Town after school with her jacket on.  It was only a gazillion degrees outside.  I don't say anything, but the minute she gets inside she wants me to take her temperature.  She's been coughing all day she says. I test her forehead, it's warm and her cheeks are flushed, so  I oblige her after she removes her shoes, visits the Little Girl's Room and washes her hands.  That gal had a temp of 101.4!  I asked if she had been cold or chilly today.  No, says she.  I had my jacket on.   Alrighty then.

I'm not sure she will ever know the imprint she's leaving on my heart.  The innocence of a child is the most refreshing thing you will ever experience.  I try not to change one bit of  her.  I love the way God made her.  In fact, I love the way God made all my family.  He knew them and formed them and I'm thrilled He did!


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