Archive for April, 2010
“Funny?”
That is the Princess of Space, Time, and Dimension. The Mistress of Light and Splendor. The Daughter of The Woman God Gave Me. My daughter. Or, as I like to call her, the human formerly known as “What do you mean your tummy feels funny?” It’s late in the day and I had every intention of writing this one down
A Good Fight
See that? Dark, rich soil. Raked, weeded, raked again, weeded some more, tilled, amended with nitrogen-rich, aged compost, tilled again. And again. And once more just to make sure it new I was serious. Very. Serious. I fought with the land. I fought and (so far) I won. “You know…this garden could be a great thing for our whole family!”
The Kiss
You get up, you make the coffee (*here I genuflect), you rouse the kids and point them toward the shower… …you pour the coffee and tell your spouse something only the two of you understand. Like, “..mm.” Which in SpouseSpeak means, “I see you barely slept all night. I know this because I barely slept all night. Because you tossed
I Mean It
Eighteen years ago today, I placed a phone call to Mr. and Mrs. Cute Redhead’s Mom and Dad and almost passed out from nerves. Two days prior, I placed a phone call to Mr. Cute Redhead’s Dad and asked him for his daughter’s hand in marriage. He was more than a little caught off guard. He can’t very well be
All Things. New.
“The Witch knew the Deep Magic. But if she could have looked a little further back… …she would have known that when a willing victim who had committed no treachery was killed in a traitor’s stead, the Table would crack and Death itself would start working backwards.” – The Lion, The Witch And The Wardrobe, C.S. Lewis
Gravesland
You know those friends you have who just walk into a room and you start laughing? That guy right up there? He’s one of them. That’s Jeff Graves and he and I met a long time ago through a great mutual friend of ours (MaryKay WHO I’D LINK YOU TO RIGHT NOW IF. SHE. HAD. A. BLOG.) Jeff gets it.
Good
My favorite thing about Easter is that it almost didn’t happen. And by that I mean the night, last night, in the garden when he wanted out. I’ve always felt we jump too fast to the “Not my will but Your will” part. We are ushered quickly into that, and there I am looking out the window backward to where
