If there ever comes a day when we can't be together, keep me in your heart, I'll stay there forever. Winnie the Pooh

Friday, October 26, 2012

Once Upon A Time, A Mouse Made a Mommy Cry

Once upon a time there was a Mommy, a Daddy and three amazing Little Ones. The Mommy wished upon a star and her hope was to one day, take her Little Ones to Disneyworld.  But she knew it would take lots of magic to make it happen: with a Daddy who dislikes crowds and is lovingly known as Mr. Budget; Disneyworld seemed like a big dream not likely to happen.

But one day....things fell into place and the Daddy had a change of heart.  A trip was scheduled, tickets bought and those Little Ones and their parents were off on an adventure.  The Mommy and Daddy were a bit nervous.  They weren't quite sure how this adventure would turn out.  Would it have a happy ending?  The Little Ones had no idea what was coming...Disneyworld? What does that really mean?  They weren't quite sure, but they were excited to begin their journey.

And on the first day...something magical happened.   The three Little Ones were mesmerized:  by princesses, castles...was this a real life fairy-tale?
And the Daddy?  Well, I know for a fact his heart was transformed as he saw his princess-loving Little One, light up with joy when she got to hold the hand of a real-life princess.   There was no hope for the Daddy after he saw this:

The Mommy was already in a bit of a daze.  Was this really happening?  She wanted to laugh and cry at the same time.  Especially when she saw the sheer delight on the Little Ones' faces:



When Mickey, Pooh, Donald or a Princess hugs your Little One, it truly is a magical moment. The Mommy tucked away these images into her heart forever.


Suddenly, it all became too much for the Mommy.  She was overwhelmed with happiness.  And when Mickey kissed her Baby Belly, the Mommy couldn't help but cry.  She cried tears of joy, gratitude and the magic of it all:
And of course the story has a happy ending.  Three Little Ones, a Mommy and a Daddy had a wonderful time.  Memories were made in a magical place.  The Mommy and the Daddy will forever hold on to what they saw:  The innocence of Magic and Wonder in the eyes of their Little ones.  Do you see it too?:

You, you may say
I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one
I hope some day you'll join us
And the world will be as one
~John Lennon


 The Mommy is forever thankful for a wonderful support team of Grandparents and a Husband who did all the muscle work behind the strollers. She couldn't have done it without you all.


                                                                     The End.

Friday, October 12, 2012

It's Never Just Any Old Day

When the rain is blowin' in your face
And the whole world is on your case
I could offer you a warm embrace
To make you feel my love.

When the evening shadows and the stars appear
And there is no one there to dry your tears
I could hold you for a million years
To make you feel my love.

I know you haven't made your mind up yet
But I would never do you wrong
I've known it from the moment that we met
No doubt in my mind where you belong.

I'd go hungry, I'd go black and blue
I'd go crawlin' down the avenue
No, there's nothin' that I wouldn't do
To make you feel my love.

Though storms are raging on the rollin' sea
And on the highway of regrets
Though winds of change are throwing wild and free
You ain't seen nothin' like me yet.

I could make you happy, make your dreams come true
Nothing that I wouldn't do
Go to the ends of the Earth for you
To make you feel my love.
(To Make you Feel My Love, Bob Dylan)

The other day I listened to Mick McAuley's version of Make you Feel My Love.  Music does wonders for my soul.  It picked me up out of some sorrow I had been feeling and reminded me to be thankful: for all the wonderful, beautiful, amazing things that happen on a seemingly normal day.  Here are some of those moments captured:

 We cuddle every, single, day.  Thinking of the day this will stop, makes my heart ache a bit.

   Being silly with Baby.  The human body amazes me.

                       A Father who takes his daughter to school every day.  She'll have this memory and know she's always been cherished by him.

        My sweet Madeline who sometimes gets 'lost' in the middle and reminds me: I'm here, be with me.

 A Boy-Child who notices pretty girls.

                   Over 7 years of marriage and I still try to look pretty for my man.  I hope that's the case 20 years from now.

A princess who turns heads.

When you realize taking a moment to stop for snow cones makes someone's day, you want do do it more often.

A morning at the zoo.  My heart broke a little this day.  "I want to sit by myself on the train."

Dancing days.

My Costco lunch date.  That face.  I couldn't have designed it better than He did.

First day of preschool at 3 years old and as I drove away that day I knew they would be ok. Because they have each other.

Playing dressup:  I love her confident, sassy attitude.

I came home from a run and asked for a kiss, she plugged her little button nose.  I love showing my children that mommy enjoys running.  They know mama is a runner.

Best Friends.

I cried.  I laughed. My 'baby' is so big and bright.

The Boy I never knew I needed.  So proud of his muscles.

Grateful for a wonderful teacher.

Three.  My  hands are not full, but my heart is.

Seeing Baby never, ever gets old.  One of my favorite things in life is feeling Life within me.

Sometimes I see myself in Claire.  The little Teacher.
Oh, my unique Claire. Don't ever change.

Kissy time with my Mads-Mama.  She is going to be an amazing woman.

On my birthday:  he gets me. Just so.

"Baby in MY tummy."  Oh Max, I will hold this image in my heart forever.

 So thankful I was gifted with twins.

Back to School Night and I opened her journal to find this gem.  My heart couldn't have been more joyful.

They truly miss their hard-working Daddy.
      Daddy's birthday:  Silly Daddy. Silly Max.

Out for an evening run:  Beautiful views and a happy running mama.

And those who were seen dancing, were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music. ~Nietzsche