Tuesday, April 8, 2014

Daffodils On The Hill

Finally, the daffodils are on this hill!
It's been said that what's real in life is also lasting.
Well, then my love for daffodils is for real because I've been 
loving 'em my whole life!


The vase is from my mother-in-law's home. We inherited it when she down-sized.


Each spring I have a private ceremony in my backyard—find the first daffodil 
and press my nose close to inhale the fragrance.

It smells like life
and
hope.












Thankfully, spring is here, 
summer is near, 
and I am feeling much better about the world!

Friday, April 4, 2014

Growing Up Girl




A few weeks ago, we headed to the beach for some R&R.
I snapped a bunch of pictures of youngest daughter, 
BeBe.


She's obsessed with gymnastics
and 
lacrosse
and 
her iPod
and 
her friends.


Adolescence is barking at her heels.


She is smart and funny
and just a
tad
rough around the edges.
Blunt, I mean.


We're working on it.


For a number of years, I was home with my girls, a full-time mom, 
part-time writer of young adult fiction:
Artichoke's Heart, Somebody Everybody Listens To, and Irish Guys.


A couple of years ago, I took a full-time teaching job and the department chair position
at a local high school.
Yes, it's as busy as it sounds.
I wake up at 4:00 AM in order to maintain my writing life.
I leave for work at 6:30, and often don't get home until just before dinner.
My girls play sports and are involved in 
LOTS 
of activities.

Sometimes I wonder if going back to work was worth it.
Money is good, insurance is great, and as teaching jobs go, 
this one is pretty darn perfect.
Still, I can't help but fret at how quickly my girls are growing, how rapidly they change.
And often I think I'd like to hit rewind to those mornings 
when they still shared a bedroom, and I would
tiptoe in and find the two of them sharing the same crib.


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