A Story Worth Writing

Our story is being written.   

It includes simple chronicles. Such as the magic that happens when J comes home from work each day.  It's as if a switch has suddenly flipped inside each our children and they glow as they gallop, skip, bounce and cartwheel to his side.  And me… well my heart smiles.  

Other chapters are more complex. The times welcoming fresh spirits into the world.  And times we had to say goodbye. These passages could be filled with broken dreams or with certain bliss.

Our memoir is precious and imperfect. It's filled with laughter, tears, joy, heartache, prayer and hope. And we are only 10 years in the making.  

I envision the day when our two antique and fragile lives walk hand in hand.  Thin skin covered in wrinkles. Minds overflowing with visual treasures.   Two old souls who's tale includes each other on every page.  That is a story worth writing.

Love you forever J

Happy fathers day

Raising the White Flag

My husband has this habit of telling people what they need.  It's not unusual to hear him start a sentence... 

"You know what you need..."  

I've been hearing this plenty of times lately.  He claims I now "NEED" an ipad.  Hmmmm... he did the same with the iphone.  I objected many times.  However I now own an iphone, and to be completely honest, I couldn't live with out it.  So he was right there.  

I should also mention he's an apple geek.  

When we go to the mall, he puts up with my forever 21 shopping if I don't act too bored at the apple store.  He proudly displayed an apple sticker on my last car.  When I was in labor with Momo he successfully hooked up the laptop up to the TV in the delivery room (so we could watch movies from his computer) after the nurses said no one had ever successfully accomplished said feat. (He felt pretty cool). Then he discussed apple computers for the next half hour with my obgyn.  Really, my doc pulled up a chair they were in deep discussion about their mutual love for all things apple.  Hello... I'm in labor here people... (just kidding, I adore my o.b. really he's the best.  If you need an o.b. I've got one for you)! They were BFF's by the time Momo was born.  

So the other day J is expressing a slew of reasons he feels I "NEED" an ipad.  We were talking about books.  (I've mentioned my love for children's books a couple of times here on the blog).  So I said the ipad may be great for other books, but it would never be able to produce a decent childrens book.  I mean who want's to sit down and read a book to their kids via ipad.  It seems like the magic wouldn't be there.  Then last night J sent me this.

J one Anj zero....I stand corrected.  

That is pretty freaking amazing.  I L*O*V*E everything about it.

I still don't know that I "need" an ipad.  I need a cheese grater because mine broke and it posed a problem with the shepherds pie last night.  I also need a hand held mixer.  It finally died after years of loyal service and I'm sure my neighbor is tired of lending me hers (thanks again Rach).  But J is starting his battle.  It starts subtle, mentioning it, sending me links like this, bringing up how much easier my life would be if only I had one... (his tactics would put Ralphie Parkers quest for an Official Red Ryder Carbine-Action Two-Hundred-Shot Range Model Air Rifle to shame... can you shoot your eye out with an ipad)? Until one day he'll just come home with one. 

Apple needs to make a white flag with a silver apple on it for wives like me.  

We'll call it the...

 isurrender

Maybe I'll make them and sell them on etsy;)

Post Script...

Remember I told you I wouldn't have anymore alice in wonderland posts after the birthday party and midnight tea party... Sorry, it seems I spoke to soon.

A Princess Story

About a year ago I set out to rid my house of the piles of paper that had been rapidly erecting into small citadels throughout my home. With one daughter that draws all day and another that is now in elementary school it seemed paper was building a small army, with bases camped at every counter, table and desk.  We were at war. In my quest for home parchment domination, armed with my garbage bag I was recklessly throwing out every paper in my path.  Until a particular one caught my eye. I stopped pillaging, took mercy upon it and sat down and read.  Scrolled in my then 6 year old daughter’s hand was this story…

A princess story

Once upone a

time thir was a

princess her name

was Anji She hade

a puple and black

strip on her dress

She lived in a big casle and

She hade a gold crown

whith red Diymineds. 

The next day a

prince came and

he liked her his

name is Jared

he loved the

way She Smiled

Anji liked him a love verry

verry mush!

and the next day he

came to take her

on a walk.

and thay lived happle

ever after the end


At first I thought it was the sweetest most precious thing ever.  But the more I thought about it the more distressed I became.  Her happily ever after wasn’t a story about Ariel and Erik, Belle and the beast, Cinderella and Mr. Charming…. Nope, it was Mom & Dad.  Holy fire… I am her EXAMPLE of happiness in marriage! I guess I'm a tad slow, but it suddenly dawned on me that my children are watching...not just me as a mother, but me as a wife.  I spend all this time trying to be a good mom.  I have read books about it, set goals about it, I get very passionate about it.  So when the light bulb appeared over my head so did the question…am I spending the same energy and devotion in being a good wife and companion?  Obviously Scooter thought so (granted she always has been my practical child), but I defiantly could think of areas that needed some improvement.  So I’ve been attempting to put that same degree of dedication (that I put into motherhood) into my marriage.


As a reminder I keep Scooters story in my studio.  Hung to the wall, close to my computer.  Beside it I’ve placed this picture of J and I on our wedding day… 

Nine years ago yesterday.

 

Reminding me that happily ever after 

began that day… 

but it is still a work in progress.
I LOVE YOU JARED!