It’s music to my ears when I walk around the house and can hear my husband reading to our children. To hear the calm and love in his voice makes my entire body smile.
“For Attractive lips, speak words of kindness. For lovely eyes, seek out the good in people. For a slim figure, share your food with the hungry. For beautiful hair, let a child run their fingers through it once a day. For poise, walk with the knowledge that you never walk alone. People, more than things, have to be restored, renewed, revived, reclaimed, and redeemed. Remember, if you ever need a helping hand, you will find one at the end of each of your arms. As you grow older, you will discover that you have two hands, one for helping yourself and the other for helping others.” Sam Levenson
A little mass to remember those we lost
Today we came together to honor and remember the one’s we lost this year at mass. A mass held at the Mola club where my father and many generations before him belong. The area is set up, the priest enters and the Italian language flows all around us. This year as I held Gio and Isa close to me I listened to the words spoken of death, understanding and life and I smiled knowing that during this sadness I was bringing life to this day. Giovanni and Isannah are our gifts. They are new life and hope and their presence there today made a world of difference. As I looked around the room I saw faces of life lived, moments treasured and hearts that were heavy but most importantly I saw faith. A faith so strong that brought such a strength in that room. It’s amazing that a service so small and personal can create something so big and wondrous. The presence of children today in that room was what we all needed to see and hear during service.
Life is hard at times. We don’t understand the pain we have to suffer but we know that there is a purpose and reason. Remember there is always more to come and this is not the end. May your hope and faith carry you through each day and keep you in love.
Dandelion
Do you remember that feeling you would get as a kid when you saw a dandelion? Excitedly you immediately ran to pick it up, you thought of a wish, and then blew it. The smile of comfort and belief that your special wish would come true lit up the skies. You felt the hope the dandelion represented for you. See, that’s how I love every day. That comfort, that smile, that belief that all the wonderful wishes will light up my world. Fill my heart with hope.
Remember taking a deep breath but pausing right before blowing the dandelion just to rethink your wish. Then blowing with all your might so all the seeds scatter around and along with those seeds spread your hopes and dreams. This is what you need to remember and hold on to. Don’t let negativity or disappointment stand in the way of your love, hopes and dreams. Let your seeds scatter all around you and lift high. Keep your pure childhood beliefs alive.
Wishing the seeds spread love all around you.
Happy Labor Day Weekend 2013
Today is a day of many memories. Let today be filled with all the things that keeps your heart happy, laughter to hold your lips and cuddles that warm your soul. Have a wonderfully blessed Labor Day weekend!
Two Docs are in!
The doc is in! Doc McStuffins times two that is. It was an interesting rest of the day once Nonna surprised Gio and Isa with the coolest Doc McStuffins dolls. The light in their eyes when they saw these huge dolls sent chills behind my ears. I saw the smiles hugely appear on their faces and goosebumps covered both my arms. It was a sweet moment of appreciation and love. Nonna said her good-byes and Gio and Isa remained hugging Doc McStuffins. They sang to her and told her stories about ouchies. The conversations were sweet and pure. Then all of a sudden Nonna reappeared with another surprise. Each were given the big book of boo boos and from that moment on it was nothing but happy chatter and repairs throughout our home.
Both Gio and Isa would ask, “what’s hurting you? Once they heard a response they grabbed their big book of boo boos and began to scribble inside. This went on for about 30 minutes along with laughter, healing and repair remedies. From time to time they would stop their scribbling to pick up the Doc McStuffins doll and kiss her and whisper I love you in the purest sweetest voice you ever did hear. The kids were sharing, repairing and laughing for long periods of time. This Doc McStuffins character really brought more love and kindness into our home. I’m enjoying the kids fixing all my booboos, taken notes and sealing it with a kiss.
Two Docs are in!
Making the basket
It was basketball time in our home tonight. The basketball hoop made it’s way back on the main floor and the kids were ready to slam balls in the hoop. Excitement bounced off the walls along with the balls. It was electrifying watching them play. The cheers that filled the room had the laughs rolling. The kids no longer needed us to lift them to make a hoop. They were tall enough to reach the hoop on their own and actually make shots one after another. The giggles after each basket and oh’s after each miss filled my heart with happiness. I felt that my insides were going to explode with all the love that was filling it. At one point as Giovanni was shooting the ball he screamed over and over, “Go Gio Go, Go Gio Go.” Cheering himself on with the biggest smile which in turn had my husband and I chanting the same thing. His reach was perfect and the ball went in the hoop. He continued cheering himself on while doing a little dance. It was the sweetest most cutest thing ever. Isa liked to position herself right at the hoop so she could easily make the shot. The smile on that girls face brought sunshine in our home. The interactive play and ball talk continued for another 20 minutes. I was able to enjoy the sounds around me and smile myself. At one point, I just stood still and stared. Both Gio and Isa broke my stare by screaming my name as if it was my turn to play. I picked up a ball and made my way to the hoop. The kids cheered as they proudly said, “Good job, mommy” for some reason I felt as though I made a 3 pointer from miles away.
These two really know how to make you feel loved, appreciated and thankful. See you at the next game!
To my sister…
My heart aches for my sister. I know this will be a difficult day for her as my parents depart today. Visits are always bittersweet as you cry with excitement upon arrival and you cry at departure for sadness. The visits are always fun filled. The time is spent with love and all the right touches all around until that day before when you know tomorrow will be another hard day to let go. Until next time always seems so long. The meaning to those words tend to make you even sadder as you know “until next time” doesn’t come soon enough. I wish there was a way you could blink and be somewhere without flying/traveling. I wish we could all be together for the many hugs and family laughter but since we can’t the closeness we feel will always be in our hearts. Sending a big hug to my sister today and every day to comfort her during this time.
Picture frames
Finally it’s that time of night where the kids are finally in a deep sleep and I can just lie down and let the couch swallow my every inch. Let out a sigh of relief and catch up on the activities that took place around me. This is my quiet time, our quiet time and I’m glad I got here. Now that you know how relaxed I am you will understand my reaction to what happened next. The loudest friggin banging, glass crashing, stair stomping sound exploded from the floor above us. My husband sat straight up and looked at me. Our reactions were priceless as we tried to figure out who or what was up there. My husband quickly made his way upstairs while shouting at me to turn the video camera on. I see nothing in the darkness accept shadows of the man I love ready to make his own noise. I find my way to the top of the stairs to see the beautiful arrangement of frames that I carefully selected and picked to guide the stairwell came crashing down. Not all but some. It was a domino effect that caused frames and glass to bang into each other before exploding on each step. Glass made it’s way in the toughest of places to clean. As quietly as possible my husband and I cleaned all we could in the dark of night not to wake the twins who amazingly slept right through.
Exposed brick walls are beautiful and add a warmth and personality to a home but boy does it suck to hang frames on. It’s going to be a fun day tomorrow making sure no one finds glass. Wish us luck.
