Windy Adventures

August 28, 2011 § Leave a comment

Dear Little Bird. Dear Little Tiger.

Wind? No big deal.

Fun? You’ll take it any way it shows up.

Sand in the eyes because of all the windy fun? Definitely a good reason to go home, take a bath, and enjoy a warm drink.

Hanging out with you?  One of my favorite pastimes.

Finally Forty

August 22, 2011 § Leave a comment

Dear Little Bird.  Dear Little Tiger.

Your dad turned forty a week ago.  I bet you think that is really, really old.  You mentioned quite a few times that we needed to buy dad a walking stick for his birthday present.  I thought forty was really, really old too when I was a bit younger.

What’s funny is that the closer you get to forty, the younger it seems.  I’m sure you’ll understand this when you reach your third and fourth decade.

Thank you for being a part of dad’s big day.  I think what made it the best day for him, besides the dinner out and the table decorations and home-made party hats and the trip on the aerial tram and the yummy little peach pies at the food cart, was that you were there with him to celebrate and laugh with and love lots.

Little Bird.  Little Tiger.  Know this:  the happy part in “happy birthday” is you.

Our new pets – yes, more than one!!

August 16, 2011 § 2 Comments

Dear Little Bird.  Dear Little Tiger.

You know how I’m not really into dogs?  They always want to bite me!  First at Angela Wolf’s house in 7th grade and then again when a guest couldn’t control their big, scary, prison-guard-on-sabbatical-dog.  Really?!  I’m pretty sure we won’t be getting a canine any time soon.

Bunnies, birds and fish are out – they just seem like more smell and more work than I want to have right now.

But worms – now there is a pet to be had.  They are small.  They are kinda cute (in a tiny, slimy way).  And they eat our garbage and poop out the best garden compost ever.  Yes!!  Now that is the best critter to have.  Cute and hard-working.

These are a few of my favorite things

August 12, 2011 § Leave a comment

Dear Little Bird. Dear Little Tiger.

I love camping with you. My favorite parts?

Watching you set up “house” in the tent and investigate creeks and dance-dry after a shower and “haul” water from the faucet.

Squeezing into our small tent and falling asleep holding hands and slowly waking up together.

Sharing breakfast and planning our day and doing it all over again.

These are all my favorite parts.  But my most favorite part?  You.

Too much sunscreen

August 10, 2011 § Leave a comment

Dear Little Bird.

This is what you like when you put on too much sunscreen.  Was it simple curiosity or a genetic (your daddy) aversion to the sun?

This is your day

August 9, 2011 § 1 Comment

Dear Little Bird.  Dear Little Tiger.

I’m having a rough time.  The sun hasn’t come out in a week and that means I’m less friendly, a tad grouchy and a heck of a lot less patient.  And these precious moments we have together are colored gray and gloomy like the sun-less sky.

This morning I sat down in front of my “happy” light and searched for encouragement in my books.  I’m not willing to let this darkness stick around.  And not long into my search it was Hope I discovered.

A very long time ago, a man named Paul (you’ll learn more about him as you get older) wrote to a group of people who also needed some encouragement.  He wrote to them about a conversation he had with Jesus (someone you’ve been singing about in preschool).  In a moment of great weakness for Paul, Jesus assured him that,

My grace is enough; it’s all you need.

My strength comes into its own in your weakness.

I’m not going to let discouragement darken my day any more than it already has.    I admit my weakness today and trust in the power of a grace promised.  I tuck the assurance of strength close to my heart.  And slowly our moments begin to sparkle with a little more color.

And I get up from the table and start breakfast for you with a feeling of hope.  I am excited to have another day with two of my favorite, happy little girls.  Embrace my weakness.  Forget the gloomy sky.  Let’s go out and color some rainbows.  Hope is here.  Grace is enough.  Strength has been promised.

Ladies, it’s our day.

Finding love in the country

August 8, 2011 § 1 Comment

Sisters are different flowers from the same garden.  ~Author Unknown

Dear Little Bird.  Dear Little Tiger.

On our way to Hood River last week to pick blueberries and camp under the stars, we stopped at Becca’s house for a visit.  One of the reasons why I love her new place in the “country” so much is that it forces you to go outside and play in the grass.  Her space practically requires you to explore and discover all of the many nooks and crannies behind trees and stumps and dirt piles.  At the end of the day a dusty face and grubby hands are really your only option.  Taking a bath in her big metal wash tub is a relief and something to look forward to.

And the love.  One of my favorite things about being with my dear friend Becca, and hopefully she’ll become your dear friend too, is the love she bestows on you as if you were her very own.  The instruction she gives you, the reprimands, the teaching of chores, the book-reading and the hugs – what Becca gives to you is a gift.

We are heading back to her home again this week.  We’ll have warm weather to enjoy, our tent to sleep in, stars to look at, a visit to the library, berry picking, garden-fresh meals and most of all, love.  Lots of  it.

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