This is my favorite ‘First Day of School’ picture.
I actually didn’t plan this shot at all. I said my ‘Have a good day(s)!!!’, they left via the back of the house, and I headed out the front to put a card in the mailbox. I looked up as I turned to go back in and there they were.
{Sigh}
Doesn’t this tug at your heart?
It’s especially sweet when you consider the fact that Gabi is 13. I love the fact that she still likes walking to school with her Dad. Well…most days. Once winter comes, she’s not as inclined to head out as early as Tim does (when it’s -20). I think she holds out hope that either we’ll have a heatwave in that 1/2 an hour that she waits, or that Mom will feel sorry for her and give her a ride.
Right.
We only live 3 blocks from the school.
Not happening.
There are moments that I do give her a ride. The days that are colder than -20. Like -30…-40, or if it’s pouring rain outside.
I know…I’m up for Mother-of-the-Year.
Hmmm…
Maybe that’s part of the reason she likes walking with her Dad. Well…that and I’m sure they talk math and athletics on the way to school. She is his Mini-Me after all.
{Sigh}
I sure love those two.
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I had planned on ending my blog there, however, Gabi just sent me a text from her CC Running practice…here’s the conversation:
Gabi…Mum?
Me…Yessssss?
Gabi…Can you pick me up when we’re done?
Me…Why? (I know, I’m such a loving mother aren’t I?)
Gabi…Cause I don’t want to walk home in the rain and cause you are an amazing mother.
Me…Hahahahaha! (That was for the buttering up.) It’s not raining now!
Gabi…Yeah, but I will call you when we are done and then we can decide
Me…Ok
…..guess who’ll be walking home if it’s not raining! 😉
Patty O
ps…for those of you who are new to my blog…my husband is an advanced math teacher and athletic director at our high school.
Just for fun…and, well, because Gabi wanted to see it, I pulled up my first blog post.
As I re-read it I laughed at myself and thought maybe I should re-post it for those of you that started following recently. Read more
Have you ever had a smell, a touch, a sight, a sound, or even a taste touch your soul? Such a poignant touch that tears start to fall, or you revel in a sweet memory this sense brings back to your mind? I’ve experienced this before, and I had it happen again on Saturday.
Let me explain and share my moment…
I was sitting with my morning cup of coffee, listening to Sirius XM – The Message and the song ‘You Raise Me Up‘ by Selah came on. My husband and I were in the middle of a conversation and tears just started to flow down my cheeks. He looked at me with a questioning look on his face, as we weren’t having any kind of earth shattering conversation, and all I could do was shrug my shoulders. “It’s the song”, was all I could say. Why? I have no idea. I don’t remember when I last heard it or why it was so poignant to me. But sometimes we don’t have all the answers, do we?
In His hands…we’re all in His hands. And what a comfort that is.
Good times or bad, He’s with us. Whether we feel Him there or not…He’s there.
May God bless all of you on this Sunday.
He sure has blessed me.
Patty O
For any of you that don’t live in Northern Minnesota – you’re going to think I’m nuts. And maybe I am! But after the coldest winter in MN history (since something like 1917) and a stretch of overcast, gloomy days – I NEEDED SUN!
I peeked out at my deck this afternoon and saw the tiniest of walkways open by the house, so I pulled open the sliding glass door and looked out. Low and behold, in what is probably the ugliest (but sunniest) outside corner of our house, was a piece of deck completely clear!
A fist pump, a ‘YES’ and a quick run to my garage for a lawn chair and I was about ready. OK, so this chair isn’t in the best shape ever with a broom handle holding the bottom together and paint on the arm. Let’s just say it’s well-worn. Besides, I love that my sister-in-law Jane made it years ago for my husband. It would aptly serve it’s purpose for today.
I quick grabbed my book and out I went.
Sitting and soaking up the sun.
The temperature outside was 25 degrees…above zero. Nothing like the many days below zero (like down to -50) we’ve had this winter!
Was I in my swimsuit? No. I opted for my yoga pants, fleece jacket and scarf.
Did I care? No.
Thank God for sunshine…warm sunshine. The kind that makes you feel alive again. That makes you realize just what a compliment the writer of the song “You Are My Sunshine” was giving as he sang it to his loved one! Yes, I am a romantic, in my mind I picture him writing as his little child peacefully drifts off to sleep.
I’m leaving my little chair there. I have high hopes for this weather. I may be a bit delusional right now considering there’s a Winter Weather Advisory out for tomorrow saying we will get more snow, but I’m leaving my little chair there.
I’ll be back little chair.
And you and I will lap up some more sunshine together.
Ahhhhhh.
You are my sunshine…my only sunshine…you make me happy…when skies are gray…you’ll never know dear…how much I love you…please don’t take my sunshine away… (she sings softly to herself as she smiles, eyes closed, face turned up into the sun).
Oh! Just in case you’re wondering, we have lots of snow left. This is what I was looking at when I didn’t have my face pointing up:
It’s the little things in life that help us survive the big things (like 6 foot snowdrifts in March with more snow on the way)…
Patty O
ps…I say it’s the ugliest outside corner of our house because, as you can see, it has the fireplace vent and the dryer vent, complete with fuzzy lint blown out – and NO I didn’t clean it up before I sat down or before I took the picture!
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