Thursday, March 05, 2015

Two Tulips

Today I bought a bunch of beautiful white tulips.  
A personal rule of mine is to always have flowers on my kitchen table.
Nicholas asked me several times if he could
 take two of the tulips out of the vase.
I said he could, and didn't think about it again until I went into 
Lottie's room to put away her clean laundry.
There on Lottie's windowsill sat the two tulips he had taken earlier that day.  
Sitting in a jam jar, the tulips looked happy and content--
just like I was feeling looking at them.
This little scene was captured in my brain all night.  
My children are so sweet and good.  They try hard to make others happy.
They want to uplift and please the people they love.
They feel deeply for those they love, and they
cry and laugh and comfort others, especially each other.
Not all the time, but you know, they're children and they are learning.
But really, who isn't.

Wednesday, March 04, 2015

Highlight(s)


Today was a memorable day.  First time in my 33 years of life,  
I added color to my hair.
I got some good ol' highlights.
I was really scared to do it.
I have a love/hate relationship with change.
After I dropped the Little Nies off at school, and Lottie at Ada's house (Lottie's bestie),
 I drove to Salt Lake in one of the worst snow storms ever. 
I drove a good 15 mph for most of the way and you know I love
the snow, so I was so excited the whole time.
Anyway, back to my hair.  My hairdresser (do we call it that?) Christie at  
Meraki House put some subtle highlights in and a little trim.  
It's awesome and I am so happy about it.

Amen.

Tuesday, March 03, 2015

A letter to Lottie

Dearest Charlotte,

You are growing up so much.  Stop!  I want you little and spunky and fun and dear forever.  I want you to fit perfectly at your high chair and ask for "ogyurt" in the mornings.  I want you to want me (and only me, per your insistence) to take you to the bathroom, dress you, feed you, buckle you in your car seat, and put you to bed.  I want you to always fit in your little shoes and little dresses.
I want to always paint your little fingers and toes.
I want you to always to be my little best friend.
Pretty much I just want you to always be little.
I love you so much sweetheart. 

Love, Mama
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