Saturday, October 23, 2010
Beautiful Mom, so spunky always showing off:)
I love her "daisy dukes" in this one
Mom's birthday. When we were little....spending hours on the home made cards with LOTS of construction paper, colorful magic markers and crayola the masterpieces would be presented! Always with heartfelt thankfulness from the receiver. "I would rather have fourty of these cods then a paya of new shoes" (ie...fourty is forty, cods, would be cards, and paya is pair(wanted you to get the full effect):)
A little bit older, in the kitchen trying so hard to frost the cake! A pretty hard job making it look presentable when chunks of the cake don't spread easily with the frosting!! I carry it out trying not to look at the monstrosity in my hands, holding back tears I put it on the table only to receive excited clapping from my Mothers hands and questions of "what happened to it?" from my siblings.
One year I have babysitting money and she becomes the proud owner of slippers...size 10....her 7.5 feet just swim and they swam for the next five years in those monsters!
The next year we pool our funds and order a mothers ring from kmart. She wore it very proudly to her last breath, my brother wears it on a chain now.
Finally, she gets a real party, the hallmark card is perfect the bakery cake amazing the gifts pour in, her happiness and joy is the same.
Once we are in college and married she receives great gifts in the mail but we know she is not smiling as wide.
Her birthday last year was hard...I wrap up every night now in the beautiful blanket I gave her.
Yesterday was harder.
Very empty without her
Wanted to say so much . I whisper" happy birthday" all day.
We received flowers and cards, we ate cupcakes at work and last night we wrapped ourselves up in her clothes . We look at pictures, we MISSED you!
I've been thinking about your birthday in heaven. To have both parents with you again:) aunt maime finally sharing another one with you. The music was probably amazing, the cake divine!
And I pray you still heard our birthday wishes .
Monday, October 18, 2010
Walking into "the lodge" tonight I entered into a whirlwind of my memories . A merry go round of smells,people,and sounds twirled and twirled around me. My sister Cassie dressed in her gorgeous wedding gown with the pool colored sash, her groom at her side, came rushing past me as I entered the foyer. Then in a flash they were gone and there were people lined up throwing rice at Kate's wedding. Photographer flashing pictures, tears flowing down the faces of my family members as they were whisked away...Fragrant smells of my mom's breakfast she made for the guests wafted down as I started up the stairs. I saw families on their vacations looking out the lodge windows, soaking up amazing Alaska at it's greatest. Luggage sat on the stairs, children ran around. I looked down the hall and my mom scuttled on by with a Christmas roast in her arms just making it to the table to add to the feast. Pumkin bread was so pungent in the air, the sounds of people laughing in the glass room as we celebrated my mother and father in laws 25th wedding anniversary. I heard the sleigh bells jingling outside. Then cousins and aunt and uncles sang worship songs together as my husband played and led us in worship with my uncle, a family reunion we had one summer.
Cassie and Sam snuggled on the couch while Abby and I played a Christmas duet on the piano. This was another Christmas, instead of just pure happiness in our hearts their was the frequent looks of fear as we watched our Mother get sicker. Still so much joy, and I ran back to the balcony so I could look over at my family all cozy in sweaters laughing as we took one of our last family pictures.
Turning to go up the stairs I saw all of us on the couch, staring blankly, our faces worn with sorrow and days of no sleep. Pastor sat with us along with some of our husbands family. Mom was still up stairs, but gone. The snow piled high outside.
I quickly turned away from those images. Up the stairs ...each step I became more enveloped in the comforting smell of my Mother. Still so strong, though she has been gone ten months today.
I let her smell cover me and I barely make it to her chair where I collapse for a time. Letting those sobs that only come every now and then rack my body until I feel better.
How can she really not be here anymore? The silly, ceramic, snowman candy dish still sits on the coffee table where we placed it a week before she died, hoping to bring in some Christmas cheer. Clothes still in the closet, her favorite foods still in the cupboards. All that is missing is her bed in the corner. Is it all really over? This dream that we lived out for two years? Those two years where I loved more than I've ever loved and hurt more than I've ever hurt. When at times such extreme joy was mixed with such extreme sorrow you laughed and you cried, at once.
How can I ever let this place go? It's not mine to even decide. What will it be like when I can't smell her anymore? How will I describe her to my children if I have no where to take them to remember her? I want to always remember. I left so sad, so hurt.
Locking everything up I got back into my car. I toyed with the idea of running back in and spending the night,with her smell with her precense. She loved it here, she placed the furniture, she hung the photos, she watched her mountains. She was the keeper of this magnificent place.
My iphone came on automatically as I backed out of the long drive. Mark Shultz sang....
In a Bible cracked and faded by the years
In a santuary filled with silent prayers
And age to age
And heart to heart
Bound by grace and peace
Child of wonder, Child of God
I'll remember you
When the color of the sunset fills the sky
When you pray and the tears of joy
fall from your eyes
When the children leave
their Sunday school with smiles
When they're old enough to teach
Old enough to preach
Old enough to leave
Age to age and heart to heart
Child of wonder child of God
Age to age and heart to heart
Child of wonder child of God
I'll always remember her, the picture on top is her bible, "very cracked and faded by the years". Physical things to hold and look at are so comforting. but what will truly last and move forward with time is what she has instilled in me as her daughter.
Thursday, October 7, 2010
Saturday morning was so much fun for me. Kelley, my precious friend and sweet, sweet Kenzi got to search for treasures in yes....our little Soldotna/ Kenai towns. Between the three of us;vintage scales,night stands,great clothing,and a magical Fairy book were just a few of our new found treasures.
I'm so thankful for special ones to share my passions with.
Above is a picture of one of the night chests I found. We sanded and painted it up to work in our room, still needs the hardware but I love the way they turned out.
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
Jenas 18th birthday...to celebrate we hiked "skyline", ate peanut butter and banana sandwiches with birthday candles, released things in the wind,laughed,prayed and slid back down the mountain....
So very thank-ful for this lovely and beautiful mother/daughter duo who enrich my life every day. Happy birthday Jena...