Aria caught a frog in the yard. He really didn’t want to be caught. He ran for it several times, but she managed to catch him again each time. She then found a mason jar for him, watched TV with him, gave him a bath, ate supper with him (until I asked her to remove the jar from the table) and at the end of the day I convinced her to free him. She went outside and sent him back to his family with no tears. Almost no tears, anyway.
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JC has decided he can walk this week. He takes a good 5-6 steps before falling on his bum. He also thinks he can steal my clothespins when I turn my back. Pardon the saggy diaper… I love these diapes but the wings keep drooping out on the sides. Ah, well, they still function. I’ve ordered a sample FuzziBunz, so we’ll see how I like them!
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We have a choke cherry tree in our yard that always produces massive amounts of berries each year. I usually try to pick what I can reach. This year I plan to get up higher and harvest as much as possible. My first excursion into syrup and jelly last year went SO well and we loved all the jars of tart tasty toppings. I was pretty proud of myself for canning for the first time!
I will post some recipes soon!!
I held a child today
he was not mine.
Sadly he was not theirs either,
he was His.
Seated beside his Father
before he ever drew a breath
on this earth.
His hand barely covered my finger
and I gently guided his arm through
an outfit that never should have fit a baby,
but it did.
I laid him carefully on a blanket
in a small bed
as if he were sleeping.
I imagined one year ago
that the child I carried in my own body
would already have been bigger than this.
How was it that I was allowed to keep my baby
when they were not?
What was different between me
and them?
Why would they suffer this heartbreak when I
would go home in a few hours and celebrate
a first birthday?
I took pictures
of the feet, the fingers, the ears, the length.
All the things I treasured on my own
living, breathing child.
I brought the bed and the child to his mother
who looked up at me with pleading eyes
and who said “Thank You” to me
even though I wouldn’t have been able
to speak at all.
She found her voice, and used it to say
thank you. To me. Handing her that box.
The father stood beside the bed,
his arms around her shoulders as they shook.
The Father stood beside the bed,
Holding them.
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