Happy Birthday, GGG!

This Little Bit of Stardust

Has reached the age of two!

He's growing up so quickly

As most youngin's do!

I can only imagine the joy

He spreads to all around

Just look at that face

It speaks without a sound!

So here's to another year

Happy Birthday just for you

This Little Bit of Stardust

That's reached the age of two!

Happy Birthday, Gabe!

Love,

Aunt Crickett

Happy Birthday, Little Boy Blue!

He wears that ketchup with pride!

I love this little "ginger".

He surely stole my heart.

I fell madly in love with him

Right from the very start!

He's full of boundless energy,

The ornery kind, you know

Not one little ounce of him

Does anything too slow.

He runs on pure adrenaline

The kind that makes life fun

You can't make this boy walk

When all he can do is run.

He's turning five years old today

I can't believe it's so

I wan to bring him home with me

I want to watch him grow!

I love this little "ginger"

He surely stole my heart.

I fell madly in love with him

Right from the very start!

Happy Birthday, Little Boy Blue

I love you!

Love,

Mom-Mom

Happy Birthday, Matt!

Happy Birthday, Matt!

Time sure flies when you get older!
Not old like me, but, older.
Not older than dirt, but, older. 
Not too old to run,  but not as  quickly.

Not too old to run after a toddler, but needs to run quickly

Not too old to stay up til at least midnight, if you dare, but prefers the 10 o'clock hour.

Not too old to flash that smile that shows me who you are.

Not too old to love.

NEVER too old to love.

Have a wonderful birthday.

I love you!

AC

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.

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!

Mom-Mom