Camping season is back! 

And, boy, what a difference a year makes

This guy and this girl built a garden for our family one weekend. They dug and tilled and got dirtier than I’ve ever seen them before. Lily did half of her work barefoot in an Elsa dress. Tim worked his tail off, and by the end of day 2, he had the most beautiful garden to show for it. 

Something to be proud of, if you ask me.

Now, a month later, things are popping up out of the dirt. There are radishes and carrots and shallots coming up, and the lettuce and green onions seems to be thriving, too. One evening very soon, we’re going to be having a salad out of our first garden. 

Our idea of a good time is making a garden and then eating what comes out of it. I think this should make me feel old right about now, but it doesn’t. It just makes me feel happier than I’ve ever been before. 

Congratulations on your garden, Timmy. It’s one of the coolest things you’ve done yet. Told ya it would work ;)

Sassy

Sassy

With has first birthday celebrations winding down around here, I’ve been thinking a lot about the early days of Drew. He was the sweetest little newborn, content and quiet and sleepy all of the time. In the evening, he’d get fussy though. He was gassy or over tired or maybe he was just tired of being messed with all day long, but evenings were his grumpy time. i would try everything to get him happy, but sometimes he just wanted to fuss, so fuss he did, and I listened even though I felt helpless. 

But most nights, I could get him comfortable. We’d rock in the almost-darkness of our bedroom, and I’d sing. I don’t know many lullabies, so I’d sing what came to mind, and it was always Hey, Jude by The Beatles, except I sang Hey, Drew.

Over and over again…….

Hey, Drew, don’t be afraid.

You were made to go out and get her.

The minute you let her under your skin,

Then you begin to make it better.

He’d look up and just watch my lips move, transfixed on them and usually trying to grab at them. And eventually, he’d dose off. I would hold him for as long as I could before I had to get back to reality, but I’d always lie him down with Hey, Drew still on my mind.

So when I went to put his pictures together from the last year, the music had to be Hey, Jude. My baby boy’s lullaby. I played the video through a few minutes ago with Drew and Lily by my side, and Lily just started sobbing.

"What’s wrong, Lil?"

"It’s just the most beautiful song I’ve ever heard."

I think so too.

The Best First Birthday for the Best Boy

For the fairies, of course.

For the fairies, of course.

Happy first birthday to the boy of my dreams

You came to me fast and furious on the very first day of spring, and when I held you in my arms for the first time, you looked me right in the face with eyes wide open. I was in disbelief. In disbelief over the quickness of my labor, but mostly, in disbelief that the boy I’d dreamed of and prayed for so diligently was finally in my arms. 

It took until the moment that I touched you for me to really believe that I was going to get to keep you after all. We have something special, me and you. 

Every night of your life, you’ve woken up in the middle of the night, and you spend a few minutes looking at me, touching my face and sometimes babbling. Always looking me right in the eyes, just like you did the first time I held you. Sometimes you’ll sit up, drape you’re body across mine, and fall asleep there. Your head always rests over my heart. 

All of the moments. The big ones and the small ones. The quiet ones and the loud ones. And the ones meant just for me in the middle of the night. They have made up the best year of my life.

I promise you, son. I am going to give you the best life. 

Love with no end,

Momma

It’s the day before your first birthday, Drew, and I’m spending it memorizing every inch of you. 

It’s the day before your first birthday, Drew, and I’m spending it memorizing every inch of you. 

Close your eyes.
Now think of the summer time. Think of how warm it feels out and how we get to go to the beach and eat ice cream. Think about how we get to spend some evenings at the arcade by the lake, and the way dad always tries to win you whichever color ball you like out of the claw machine. Think about how, some nights, we slip outside and hop in the pool and swim under the moon.
Now, open your eyes.

Close your eyes.

Now think of the summer time. Think of how warm it feels out and how we get to go to the beach and eat ice cream. Think about how we get to spend some evenings at the arcade by the lake, and the way dad always tries to win you whichever color ball you like out of the claw machine. Think about how, some nights, we slip outside and hop in the pool and swim under the moon.

Now, open your eyes.

This is his jam.