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My Selena

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Our lives have been shaken up a bit in the last week.  Things were humming along nicely, but always when you think everything is perfect something comes along to shake it up.  You know, like how God likes to shake our foundations once in awhile?     Selena.  She is always the one I have had dreams about. She is so steady and calm, but the one I lost in the Schottenstein Center when she was 9 years old.  She said mom I wasn't lost - but I said to me you were.  I'm not sure why it's not the crazy older or younger kid that I have scary dreams about, but it's not. It's always her. She has crazy dreams too.  Dreams we talk about and dissect.  She is older and wiser than her 16 years.  She is meant for something higher, and God knew that when she was just a little girl. It's also I'm sure why He knew she could handle things. Injuries suck.  I'm just saying it how it is.  When she fell last week at soccer camp at Cedarville College and heard those three p

Summer 2011

I will not label myself a bad blogger - even though all I've done is throw a few pictures on lately.  It's summer.  That means humid weather, barbecuing, taking random short road trips, and all around reconnecting with my family.  We've been watching alot of soccer, and the kids summer soccer schedules are also in full swing. It's also the first summer I've worked and my kids were at home.  :/   It's hard, but they aren't small anymore so they are pretty self-sufficient.  They make it easy because I'm not a clingy mom and they aren't clingy kids.  We raised 'em good. Our trip to Mexico was fabulous.  Having Belle fly in from West Palm Beach and meet in the Mexico City airport was like something out of a movie.  We didn't realize there was a new second terminal there, so of course she landed at the unknown-to-us 2nd terminal.  After a short train ride, we were reunited.  We flung our arms around each other and yes - it was just like ou

Semi-Wordless Wednesday

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"i don't know what it is about you that closes and opens, only something in me  understands the voice in your eyes is deeper than all roses."  e.e. cummings