A dress for Foof

This weekend was spent doing several things including the usual Sunday cooking, purchasing groceries and daily walks. The most important event involved traveling to my hometown for shopping early Saturday morning.  It was a blessed day and one that I had never envisioned would come to pass. It was one of those times where you stop and take account of everything that has transpired and wonder how you ended up where you are!

The 90 minute drive was one of blue skies and billowing clouds, green pastures and land dotted with barns and the occasional farmhouse. The focus was on joy, support and happiness! We met Fattima just before the shops opened and started our day!

We watched and commented, made our views known as requested and finally ended the day feeling even more confused!! We decided it was time for a break and of course lunch,  but the topic of conversation still centered around dresses, veils and shoes.

As with most events that we experience in our family, we try to keep the focus on happiness, fun and support. If this is somehow mixed up within the chaos, we refocus and regroup. I am grateful that we are able to be together and it shows how far we have come. It was nine years ago this month that we attended my son’s University graduation and then decided to stay. Thank you for joining us on this journey!

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An update on precious

Last weekend Osama took the kids and went to help my parents put up their tree and holiday decorations.

The boys, Great grampa and dad went out to grab some things from the store while Great Grama watched precious!

Before going on to become a V.P. she worked in the hospital nursery! I’m told she really enjoyed this alone time with her Great Grand daughter!

Grateful for my Jolly day

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On Saturday we went to a local tree farm. We hiked up the hill and wandered through perfectly flawed trees! They were each beautiful in their own way and yet had simple imperfections, a new and welcome theme I have been enjoying.

I looked around at huge trees and tiny ones showcasing the beauty of Idaho.

We finally found the one and Heme was so happy that he was allowed to use the saw to cut down the tree.

Soos helped her brother and then he hauled it down the hill.

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I found out they accepted cash only and so we went back to town, dropped Heme off at home and returned for our tree. Soos loaded it up proving her female strength and skills and was quite pleased when she completed this task!

We had looked at pictures the night before trying to see what we liked as far as decorating. The lights were hung, ornaments placed and in the end the kids insisted that I place the star little D had picked out!

Joy is found in the simple and ordinary things that we allow to be remarkable!

Love Lynn

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It’s a Jolly day

 

 

Last year we had our first Christmas tree ever! I purchased one from the store, it was small and cute and artificial. It felt a bit scary to have a tree but I just did it! This year we decorated downstairs as well as upstairs and today we will head to a local tree farm to get a real tree. I want this to be a joyful day full of love and happiness. We will decorate the tree, make some Holiday cookie dough for baking and watch a new Christmas movie.

Have a Jolly day full of the giving spirit we carry all year through!

 

Grateful for the messy things

The past couple of months have been full of a busy and new excitement.  It started with the birth of my first granddaughter Alayna Lynn and ended with my children being together in our home this past week. There will be a lull in activity now and a much quieter Christmas as four of my kids spend time with friends and in-laws. I choose to find joy in both the chaos and in the upcoming silence.

I am awake as usual in the wee hours while the only noise to be heard is the back and forth tick tock of two clocks in opposing rooms. My Christmas lights are warmly glowing and a fresh cup of coffee sits on the table in front of me.

I think of the past few weeks, the clutter, jumble and blessings of an imperfect household.  Diapers, pacifiers, dog hair and fingerprints on the glass slider. Games, cardboard boxes, loud voices and sunflower seeds in plastic cups on my country table. Toddlers playing, aunts and uncles happily carting them around and never a dull moment.

This Thanksgiving as usual everyone helped, wiped, picked up, washed dishes and held tiny hands. I tried to capture the chaos in photos but like the colors of a remarkable sunset, pictures pale in comparison to reality.

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Just a few shorts years ago, a crumb, hair or stain would have sent our household into a different kind of chaos as an unruly fury seethed just below the surface. A neat, orderly and spotless home became a shining example to neighbors, friends and family.  Visitors asked repeatedly where the toys, mess and disorder of a large family were hidden.  A tiny piece of fuzz on the floor left behind by a recent sweeping was sure to elicit that look of anger and disgust, warning of a possible eruption.

No pets were allowed and in particular dogs. I adhered to these rules even when we moved back to the United States. He was nowhere to be seen but the grip of compliance still reigned and was far reaching.  I scurried around on his visits looking for any evidence of rules that I had not followed and strived to keep what had been considered order.

During this holiday things felt different, a soft and lovely energy dotted with joy, love and acceptance rang throughout our home.IMG_4712

At one point I stood, taking in the random messiness of the moment, feeling proud and full of a delight that could not be contained. My grandson toddled past with a piece of muffin in his hand, he shoved bits of cake into his mouth leaving tiny bits behind. I watched the crumbs gently fall to the floor and with a childlike rebellion I brushed them aside and under the couch!

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I relished every spill and crumpled tidbits on floors and counters. I sat on the couch, dotted with tiny crumbs and dog hair. Pillows were haphazardly placed on one end and a piece of cereal crunched under my slippers. There would be plenty of time to sweep, dust and polish, but for now I enjoyed this new feeling of absolute imperfection.