Tuesday, September 23, 2008

Let Them Be Little


I spent the day with Bobby, not unlike any other days, but as I have been taking him to Kindergarten everyday, I am realizing these precious days are slipping away......
We went to lunch, as we often do, at Chevy's.  We stole tortillas, from the tortilla lady and made shadow puppets on the wall of the booth while we waited for our food.  After lunch we took a walk over to Borders and read my favorite Dr. Suess book, "Are You My Mother?" on the floor of the store.  It was blissful.  
There were so many days I struggled as the mother of a young child, but now each day like today are bittersweet, as I know there are few left.   I am so thankful to God for the joy I experience being a mom and for today. 
It tugs at my heartstrings to know each day, I have to let go a little more....

"I can remember when you fit in the palm of my hand.
You felt so good in it; no bigger than a minute.
How it amazes me you're changin' with every blink.
Faster than a flower blooms, they grow up all too soon.

So let them be little,
'Cause they're only that way for a while.
Give 'em hope, give them praise,
Give them love every day.
Let 'em cry, let 'em giggle,
Let 'em sleep in the middle,
Oh, but let them be little."
-Billy Dean

Thursday, September 11, 2008

9-11

As the wife of a firefighter, this day is always somber and contemplative for me.  I pray throughout the day for the families in NY who lost loved ones and the trauma they have endured.  As well as the men and women who were deeply affected by what they saw in the days and weeks after as they worked to rescue their fallen brothers and sisters if connected by nothing other than this horrible experience.
But my heart always settles in on my old friend Nicole who was on flight 93 that day.  I wonder what she went through.  What she was feeling.  How terrifying it must have been.  What thoughts were going through her head.  What those moments were like for her.  She was a young girl, gone way before her time, as were all who lost their lives that day, and my heart just aches for what a horrible time she must have experienced.  I have never been able to bring myself to watch the movie they made.  I don't know if she was a character in the cast or not.  I don't know what evidence they used to make the movie and if it could answer any of these questions I've had.  I just can't.  I pray for all of Nicole's family and all the families so hurt by these events.
NEVER FORGOTTEN
http://www.unitedheroes.com/Nicole-Miller.html

Sunday, September 7, 2008

Gameday

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Being a fan means we live for gameday.  We've got on our fan garb, we've got everything within reach of our seat on the couch, we've ordered the pizza and we are ready to rock.  As I sit down for a Redskins game, I am anxious and excited, wondering how they will look for our first regular season game.  I live and die with every play.  For the next 3 hours I am enthrawled, I might as well be standing on the sidelines with a headset.  I am screaming, coaching, cussing, cheering.  I am filled with hope and heartbreak with every snap of the ball.  I don't know how this happened.  How do we become so devoted, how do become so vested in our sporting teams?  What is the attraction?  My Dad had no interest in football so I was left to my own devises. I'm not from Washington, but that is the team I picked as a young girl and I stuck with them.  For me it's definatly the competition!  I love to see THE BATTLE!  I love to hear the crashing of helmets and the hope that something amazing could happen at any moment!  But after our game against the Giants to open the regular season, on Thursday, my hopes have been crushed.  Infact, watching the games of the other teams in our league, last place looks inevitable.  The only bright spot is my man, Colt Brennan.  He is our 3rd string quarterback from Hawaii, Aloha!  I would love to see him be the next big thing!  
Atleast we didn't look as bad as my husband's team-the Rams! LOL!