What Makes Life Fun

For me, this is the joy of being alive. Being a mom is something I had no idea I ever wanted. Thank God He knew! Brainy Boy turned 12 on May 2, Little Chic will be 11 in September. This season of my life has been more than I could have ever asked for. What a privilege to have the honor of getting to watch two lives shape into the awesome people they are becoming!

The Edible Arrangement was pretty sweet too!

Comments

Rochelle said…

Cute pic of the fam. Happy belated Mother's Day. I bet that edible arrangement was delicious!

5/13/2008 8:07 AM

Unknown said…

I'll say, what a nice family pic! What a sweet arrangement too!

5/13/2008 2:30 PM

Melanie said…

Happy Belated Mother's Day!

And, by the way- you look fabulous!!

5/15/2008 1:33 PM

Laurie said…

What a wonderful family photo, Jen! And I so agree with you abut motherhood. We were married 8 yrs before I became a mom and I couldn't believe how narrow my world had been up to that point! What an amazing opportunity and awesome (sometimes daunting) responsibility. Truly a labour of love!

I was at the ballfield the other day, one that had a playground, and caught sight of a little blonde girl, about 3, playing on the monkey bars. It caught my breath and brought tears to my eyes. Her little pigtails and chubby little legs just reminded me of how fast the time has flown by since Claire looked just like that. I want those years back to do them over and over again! But the years ahead will be just as wonderful. It was also a good reminder to take lots and lots and LOTS of photos!

5/17/2008 10:21 AM

Little Chic's New Do

I have been bugging Little Chic to cut her waist-length hair for a long time. She did take about 4 inches off it about two months ago, and ever since, has been toying with the idea of something drastic and cool. Today was the day! I love it, but it's a little sad too--seeing how it makes her look all mature and teenager-ish.

Stickin' It Out

I got married today. Well, not exactly today. It was Friday, June 2. But the year was 1989 - 17 years ago. "Amazing", people say. "Good for you", they comment. "You must have picked the right one", the add. Amazing? Yes. Good for me? I'll admit it. But it has nothing to do with picking the right one, really. It's not because I found the perfect boy, and it's certainly not because he found the perfect girl. It might sound a little unromantic, but there never really is a 'right one' floating around out there waiting in the cosmos for the other 'right one' to crash and connect. There may be 'better ones'; there may be 'more easily compatible' or something or other. But the real story is you start becoming the right one the moment you vow that "you do". When I married, I had been 20 for a whole 33 days, we had just completed a 2-year long-distance realtionship and HE was five years older tha

"Huncle" Dave

This guy's my uncle. He's 8 years older than me. With my dad being the oldest of 10 kids, my grandma still had kids at home by the time my dad was getting started with life. This guy was my hero when I was growing up--sort of the big brother role, but with a little more novelty than a constant bully and boss hanging around. He certainly did his share of bossing and bullying, but I took it all in stride since I thought he was an incredibly big deal. Since he was the youngest of 10 kids, but older than all the grandkids, he took full advantage and made the best of his position in life. One aspect of him being more 'mature and world-wise' was that he required treatment of proper respect and authority. Thus, I, and my cousins, were expected to boost his ego by calling him by his rightful name "Huncle". This classy moniker had the unique combination of the relationship (uncle) and his self-proclamation of him being a teenage 'hunk'. Since growing up,

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