Monday, June 18, 2012

Capturing History

I have approximately 452, 000 photos stored on my computer.

Admittedly, most of them are pictures of the Reds -  some are awesome, others awful and some, just crack me up, so I keep 'em. (The photos and the children, actually)

Today, I'm gonna upload 'em here (the photos, not the children) because it's hot, because I'm lazy and because I think the world (or at least my overseas relatives, who promised me they'd read my blog) might enjoy a peek - literally - into our world.


Before bed, sweetness and light:

After lights out, the goofball antics continued, so this Mama stomped disapprovingly up the stairs.

Was greeted by this:

Snorted with laughter and caught this:

Cute, right? It's a good thing they are, or else they'd spend a lot more of time plastered to the wall with duct tape.

Still and all, I can't complain, because life with these two is rarely boring. Case in point, the Reds got haircuts recently, so I asked them to smile for the camera. This is what I got:

Sigh. Too cool for this mama, for sure.

Speaking of cool, this is what they look like when they go all stern and gangsta on me, whilst baking cakes:

Thumbs-up and all! (No he did not learn that from Daniel Cook, thankyouverymuch..erm...but I can see why you'd make that leap...dang.....)

And finally, photographic evidence that the Reds never had a chance, genetically-speaking. In a good way, I mean. That devilish grin of Luke's and the gorgeous, serious eyes that fill Matthew's face have both been worn before - by their grandfather and great-uncle, respectively.

Two generations later:

As I've recently begun compiling family photos, these sorts of comparisons are inevitable. I thought I should give you fair warning, dear readers. Adopted people are weird about looking like someone other than ourselves...

In the meanwhile, thanks for sharing these moments with me and the Reds - they (these moments and the Reds) are the best of every day, 'round here.

And you?
 Obsess much about who you look like?
Think Matthew is WAY cuter than Daniel Cook?
Add your two cents below:

Friday, June 8, 2012

Dear Husband...


Admist the silences that often (too often) stretch long between us,
love lives here.

Despite the foolish, selfish words we hurl, that hang heavy on the air (too often)
love lives here.

Even in the moments of indecision and miscommunication (of which there are many)
love lives here.

For every long hour that takes you from us, I know that you work them for us, so that we,
and love can live here.

Every meal prepared, every bed made, every floor swept, I do here,
in the place where love lives.

Thank you for all of it.

Sometimes I forget to say that. Thank you. Sometimes, I don't forget and still don't say it.

I remember to nurture the children we've made and remember to snuggle them close and be in the moment with them.

 I remember to water and nurture the flowers we planted and to fling open the doors to the house you work so hard to give us.

But sometimes I forget to nurture you and to snuggle you close and be in the moment with you.

I forget to water and nurture the love that we planted and to fling open the door of my heart, the one you work so hard to hold.

Today, I want you to know that I didn't forget...

Being silly, in the moment...

Love lives here.

And where there is love....there is hope.


P.S. On your way home, can you pick up some bananas? I forgot.