Wednesday, February 21, 2018

Christmas in February

Christmas in February?  Why not?  Sometimes the hectic, whirlwind, over-stretched, over-stressed feelings really put a damper on what we are really celebrating.  So stepping back and exchanging gifts with extended family later on is refreshing.  That's what happened this year ~ a delayed exchange.

I always love the gifts I get.  They are fitting for me.  I'm all about simple and sweet without all the fluff-n-stuff.  Fluff-n-stuff is nice, but sometimes it's irrelevant.  Simple and sweet means thought out for me specifically.  That's what touches me ~ that someone has listened to my needs and sometimes my wants.  ;).

I received a February gift that really spoke to me.  It wasn't a "want", nor was it a "need".  It was, however, geared specifically to me. It was a Willow Tree figurine, a "Generations" piece.  A grandmother, a daughter and a granddaughter comforted by a quilt.  Yes, this was me.  I love to make quilts and I love even more teaching my lovelies how to make them. Very fitting. Yes, very fitting indeed.   It was the note that came with it that made me do some serious thinking.  So, I guess, this post is more about the effect of this exchange rather than the timing of this exchange (although God's timing is always perfect).

The note that accompanied it simply stated:  "Crickett, When I saw this I instantly thought of you. You are the anchor in your family....even on the days you don't feel like you make a difference to anyone.  Love you more than you know, Donna"

A simple note with a profound statement.  I can assuredly say I don't feel at all like any anchor.  More often than not I feel as I've let my entire brood down.  I can't for the life of me see them tethering themselves to me for anything, let alone, stability.  I feel more like the buoy in the ocean, bobbing to and fro, insecure in where I'm placed. The only thing keeping me from drifting out to sea is The Anchor tethered to me. Perhaps my minuscule affect on my family has trickled it's way upward from The Anchor to the buoy to them. Perhaps.

Saturday, January 27, 2018

Happy Birthday, Annalynne!

Happy Birthday to this Half Pint!  She turns a whopping two years old today.
Generally I would write a little poem for birthdays, but this girl here, she almost needs a book!

She is one of the feistiest little people I know.  She knows what she wants and you can barely convince her otherwise.  She has grown so much in one year ~ from learning to walk, giving up her bottle, feeding herself (mostly) and talking (in a French accent).  She still has her "Ninny", or should I say: "Nin-nay", at nap time though.

I love it when she comes to visit.  She chatters like a magpie.  I love watching her "run".  She moves her elbows back and forth, swings her butt, all faster than she is moving!

Her little voice kills me.  I forget how stinkin' sweet little people sound!  I miss that ~ terribly.

So here's to a new year for this Little Thing.  It will be interesting to see how it all pans out, especially when her Mama starts potty training.  (Won't miss that!)

Happy Birthday Sweet Pea!
I love you to infinity and beyond!


Wednesday, January 24, 2018

Not Sure Why

Not quite sure why I haven't written to myself lately.  It's not like I haven't had anything to write about, because I have ~ lots.  Actually, more than lots ~ a boat load full of stuff.  I'm guessing I just haven't been serious enough to grab the bull by the horns and hunker down with the keyboard.  It's not like we're not friends or anything.  We are well connected, tethered by years of confessions, silliness, pain and anguish, nonsense, and the like. I miss our time together ~ me clicking away, it gladly absorbing the light pounding (well, maybe sometimes the pounding is a little more than light) of my fingers.  Our quiet time.  Our time for reflecting.  Our sad and happy time.  Yea, all those times and then some.

I'm going to try to make it a goal this year to be more consistent in sharing my thoughts with this keyboard.  So much so, that I may just break down and give her a name.  Maybe that is what's missing ~ the name of my trustworthy recorder.  Hmmm . . . .

  I feel if I don't get back in the groove I will lose track of all the daily goings on around here and in the Land of Horses.  These things need to be recorded for posterity.  My lovelies like seeing their names in print.  I like printing them.  I love being privy to the memories they create.  It reminds me of why were are.  Of the important things in life.  I truly think of it as the electric shock to my heart.  It makes me come alive and the emotion contained within as a result is beyond words.  But I do my best to capture the moment(s).

So, here's looking forward to a brand new year of memories and  looking back at last year and pulling from those life filling, life changing events.

Here's to the love that will be wrapped around each word.

Here's to my Family and Friends.

And here's to my keyboard.

Tuesday, October 10, 2017

Happy Birthday, Benjamin!

Happy Birthday to my youngest.
Turning 30 can seem a little daunting, 
But it appears you've got it covered!

Conquer the world if you must
But remember to do what is just
Be yourself in all you do
Just let the Lord guide you through
And you will certainly be amazed
At what you've accomplished at the end of the day.

Love you now
Love you forever


Sunday, October 1, 2017

Happy Birthday, Daniel!

Happy Birthday, Dan!
Praying your life is filled with all that is great and good.  

Love you bushels!

Aunt Crickett

PS ~ Had to snag a FB pic :)

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