Month: April, 2012
Dear Mak & Liv:
Something I’ve known for quite a while struck me today. It takes a lot to make you cry. I’m not talking about sad things that make a girl cry. I’m talking about physical injury. When physically injured, you just don’t cry. You both try so hard to hold back the tears. Obviously, if it is something serious you’ll let out a few tears. However, for the most part you are tough.
I’m not sure why that is. I am sure of this, though – I think it is a good thing. Oh, the drama I see sometimes from little cuts and scrapes. Just today Livy was hit in the head with a ball at practice. Her coach even said, “Liv, do you want to cry? It’s ok to cry!” Determined and in pain, you did not cry. You kept playing. You didn’t look for a way to get out of practice. You hung in there.
And a few weeks ago, Mak had an ugly knee injury at the plate. I heard a few wimpers (it looked really bad) but there was no sobbing. There was a little ice on the knee that evening but there was never “Oh, I don’t think I can practice tomorrow”.
Why do I mention all of this? I suppose just to say that I love that you are tough. And I love that you are tender and that things that touch your heart will cause you to cry. I love that you don’t want sympathy for an injury that really doesn’t need anything but an “ok, let’s move on” attitude.
I don’t know really what I’m trying to say, except – I love who you are. I just do. Oh, Lord, I really do.
Dear Grandma Cade and Grandma Lyman:
Yesterday, while I was sitting at a matinee performance of the King and I, I turned around and quickly caught a glimpse of an audience member. In a split second, I had tears streaming down my cheeks. The audience member I gazed on is the grandma of one of the actresses. She was beaming from ear to ear. My brain really didn’t have the time to comprehend my feelings when I saw her – however my heart sent out a flood of tears.
In that microsecond I ached for you both so badly that my emotions were uncontrollable. I sit here now, weeping as well.
Oh how I miss you both so. I miss your gentleness. I miss your soft, thin grandma skin. I miss your smiles. Mostly, though, I miss your loving on me. I miss every little thing you did for me. I miss letters and calls and ………… I just miss your darling selves.
Yesterday, I couldn’t help but think how you would love my girls. How you would hug them gently if you were here. How you would make them feel like the most special little girls in the entire world. How they would adore you. How. A million hows. That’s all. Millions and millions of them.
I promise that I’m doing the best I can to be a good mama to give them all they need. I can’t give them you, though. And so they do suffer without even knowing.
I promise……..you would adore them and they would adore you.
juice of 1 lemon
1/4 cup extra virgin olive oil
2 Tablespoons apple cider vinegar
1 teaspoon agave nectar
1 shallot, microplaned or finely minced
salt & pepper
1 orange, segmented
1 mango, chopped
1 avocado, chopped
6oz baby lettuce blend
1/4 cup sunflower seeds
Combine lemon juice, extra virgin olive oil, apple cider vinegar, agave nectar, shallot and salt & pepper in a jar or bowl. Shake or whisk to combine. Toss orange segments, chopped mango and chopped avocado with the dressing. Divide lettuce between two plates, then top each plate with half the fruit mixture and half the sunflower seeds. Finish with pepper.
You are funny. You are smart. You are kind. You are generous. You love God. You, my nephew, are unique and extraordinary.
I’ve loved being your aunt for the last 13 (almost 14) years. I’ve loved watching you grow and you’ve made me so grateful to have you in my life.
I do have one complaint about you. It’s kind of serious. I don’t get to spend nearly enough time with you.
I love you. Very much.
Always creating, the two I have. Art is always coming out of them in some way – writing a book, story, song; drawing a picture; making music; journaling; making a craft. Always. Everyday. Isn’t that grand?
Today Livy started another book. She wrote the forward first. How delightfully cute is that?