Every ending is a new beginning. These past 15-17 months have seen a lot of endings and beginnings.
FIVE MINUTE FRIDAY: bloom
The beautiful daffodils that bloomed just days after the flood.After the terrible flood that changed the course of my life and marriage, I never thought I would see the rainbow. We spent days along with family and friends shoveling out our home. Each visit back to the house brought heartache, anger, and anxiety. Nothing was the same. Nothing would ever be the same.
Million Dollar Dog
Cooper and Zoë on the way to get haircuts!!My mom would have found today both infuriating and funny. Today, Cooper and Zoë were taken to the groomer for their grooming appointment. Nothing gets those two happier than the word HAIRCUT…except maybe w-a-l-k. I’m even afraid to type that one for fear they can read. They will mow me over for a chance to go out on their leashes. And the car?! Forget about it. Those two would love nothing more than a long road trip with the windows down!!
FIVE MINUTE FRIDAY: exhale
Sometimes, when the feelings start to creep in, you need to take a deep breath.
EXHALE
FIVE MINUTE FRIDAY: release
I release my feeling of sadness. I will no longer feel weighed down by my losses. I will rejoice in celebration of love and life and memories.
Father’s Day
My Dad at my wedding: this smile complete captures his personality.I have always been a Daddy’s girl. There are stories of when I was a baby when I would watch TV curled up in my dad’s arms completely content. Apparently he was the one who could get me sleep. My dad is a pretty awesome guy. He is patient, kind, and oh-so-generous. He is always willing to help his family and friends no matter what the problem. I remember him calling me when our home was flooded telling me he was standing in our living room. He was the first one in the house after the terrible flood. You could hear the compassion in his voice as he viewed the destruction.
FIVE MINUTE FRIDAY: hands
When strangers first meet they shake hands–an affirmation that the meeting is welcome. When we are in the midst of our final goodbyes, we hold hands to comfort our souls.
Birthdays PM
Mom’s Birthday 2009 Wildfire: Oakbrook, ILBirthdays PM (post mom) pretty much suck. I had my 37th birthday a mere 3 weeks after my mom died. I wasn’t exactly in a celebratory mood. I remember my dad asking me if I wanted to go out to dinner. I told him that I just wanted to make dinner like a regular Thursday and forget the day had some sort of significance. Honestly, with exception of my wedding, honeymoon, and very few other joyous events, I would have liked to have forgotten that my 36th year even existed. I wanted a redo.
The Summer Frazzle
The last day of school is always bittersweet. Every teacher has those kids they would take home if they could. This year I was lucky enough to have a couple. I also had some very challenging students as those in my line of work often do….the bitter with the sweet.
FIVE MINUTE FRIDAY: nothing
I want nothing more than just a little extra time. I want nothing more than to hear her voice and see her smile. NOTHING.
Karyn In The Kitchen 