carpet picnics

i remember as a little girl having my mom bring in a little bowl of smarties, divided exactly in half, counted out, as a carpet snack in our rooms for my sister and i. for some reason this is a favorite memory of mine. often it was accompanied by the smell of fresh baking, mostly pumpkin muffins, and the sounds of sandy patti singing softly in the back ground. i wonder if it was as delightful for her as it is for me to watch your girls play together, share moments, memories, life.

i find it amazing how these two little girls have developed a friendship, one rarely goes anywhere without the other following close behind or being yelled at to hurry up and join together.

my prayer is that they would love one another, that they would encourage each other and support the others dreams, goals and gifts. i pray that they would love the Lord with all their heart mind and soul. that they would smile and offer kindness to all that pass them by. that they would regret nothing, but instead make each day lovely as they serve the Lord. i pray that they will dream without limitations, that they would love without ceasing, that they would show Jesus to their friends, their families, their world.

spring time fairies

spring time is here...

peter pan

one of my most favorite scenes in "hook" is when the little boy is looking deep into robin williams face. he takes his little hands and stretches the character of peter pans face from side to side. he tries to eliminate the wrinkles and age, determined to find the pan that he once knew, the pan that he is sure still lives in the old face. after a few moments of careful inspection the little boys face lights up, he takes his hands off peters face and exclaims, its him, its him, its peter pan. he found his peter pan, and the joy of who pan was and is, is recaptured.

i found my peter pan.

i believe

beauty, energy, tears, anticipation, excitement, sweaty armpits, and a song that i could not get out of my head - this is what i will take away from the 2010 winter olympics in vancouver.

i desperately wanted the girls to have photos of themselves in this place so that they would know that they were here, that they experienced, that they were apart of something historical. maybe even that said photos would transpire to desires and passions, a drive even, to be athletes themselves. that i would be the parent in the stands, that it would be their name announced to the world that they were the champion. such were my romantic dreams.

reality came when a wednsday brought sickness for little penny.

then came thursday which attacked scott.

friday again for penelope.

saturday had my name on it.

sunday was a free day.

monday came for both sophie and my mom.

tuesday we cleaned and laundered, wiped out buckets and ate toast.

we were a beautiful smelling family.

my desire to share the olympics were put on standby.

then a message from friends in calagry. they were driving out just for this occasion. we would join them, without the girls and spend the night in the reality that CTV had brought me for so many nights.

welcome to vancouver 2010; brought to us by the hudson bay company

count down to the olympics, now it counts up from the beginning. said friends, shauna and scott kelly, and shauna - note the Olympic rings in the background. the cauldron. amazing really, you could feel the heat from it. the medal standings on the day we were there. a little official restaurant participation. walking the streets of downtown vancouver didn't watch any other feed than this one. hard to see by scott is infront of pam here. sunday; game day.

spent again with the franks as well as kelly and trevor.

we sat with many others at the langley events centre and watched history being made. dude, we just made history!

and this was our olympic experience. i kinda miss the "i believe" song being sung multiple times a day. i miss brain being apart of our living room every night. i miss watching sophie and penny trying to dance to the figure skaters.

best line by a three year old during figure skating, "ohhh daddy, this is the part where she turns into a beautiful mermaid."

yes, these were our experiences.