Leaving Home

It’s the last Friday in this house

9 years of adventures here have lead us to a new road

I savor the quiet of this morning

The way the sun fills up the rooms

Shadows from the window panes laid out across my hope chest

Dishes in the sink

Toy cars strewn about

Birds on the feeder outside our back door

The sound of the neighbor’s tractor as he mows

A white cow in the pasture

20 little birds just flew into the back yard, I’m standing at the back door and here they came

Little Bit sleeping in on his last Friday morning in his “will be” old room

Me, in my pajamas, wandering around my house, embracing these moments

That one day I’m going to miss

Little Bit’s Mom

I love being a mom. I have no idea how I was even able to breathe before this kid was born. We just celebrated our eleventh Christmas and on Christmas Eve, when the house was quiet and I was the only one awake, I found myself getting all sentimental.

We tried to have a baby for what seemed to be forever, though it wasn’t as long as some other couples. I remember the holidays during those five years as mostly heartbreaking. The one thing I wanted more than anything in the world, Santa couldn’t deliver.

When Heaven and earth opened up and I was finally able to stay pregnant, this little miracle made his grand entrance about a month early, putting him here in time for Christmas.

Oh, you don’t even the know the joy I felt, having that little angel in my arms on Christmas that first year.

When I got pregnant, I made a vow to myself not to forget the lonely road we’d traveled. Therefore, I know what a privilege it is to bake Santa cookies, to cuddle up with my beautiful son and watch Santa’s sleigh on the radar, and to read him “Twas the Night Before Christmas.”

Two nights ago, as I stood looking at our beautiful tree during Christmas Eve’s wee hours, a contentment I can barely describe washed over me.

It’s in those moments when grace slides in almost unexpectedly, that I remember just how eternally grateful I am to be Little Bit’s Mom.

Be There

Don’t you just love the soul-lifting power of kindness?

Whether it’s in a smile from a stranger or a letter from a friend, kindness warms the heart.

In general, it seems like “people” as a whole get a bad wrap. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve heard that the world is a bad place and people are just mean.

Yeah, I don’t really buy into that. Sometimes, if we just look and listen, the stories of good-hearted folks are just about everywhere.

In fact, just this week, one particular tale waltzed into my life, and you are going to love it.

Today in Nebraska, there is a wedding and  because of kindness, love is coming full circle.

You see, the couple was going to get married in 10 months. 10 months would have given them plenty of time to make plans and check off all the to do lists.

That changed 15 days ago.

One of their family members is really sick, so they moved the date up. As you probably know, 15 days isn’t much time to put a wedding together.

Can I just tell you, people have stepped up!

  • A kind woman donated a building for the ceremony when the weather for an outdoor ceremony got iffy.
  • Not one, but two photographers offered their services for the wedding photographs.
  • Someone who makes wedding cakes offered to make theirs.
  • Someone donated 100 pounds of fish for the fish fry at their reception.
  • Someone else is smoking the pulled-pork.
  • People gave money for plane and bus tickets to get family members there for the big day.
  • There wasn’t time to mail invitations, but with social media they got the word out and people will fill those seats today.

How cool is that? Brings happy tears to my eyes.

My favorite part of the story is the generosity of the couple. What an act of love to move their special day up for someone else. Who does that?

They do.

They love somebody sooooooo much, that they just wanted them to be there. 


A Smidgen of Cinnamon Rolls 

Have you ever been doing something and gotten completely lost thinking about somebody? 

A couple days ago I was making cinnamon rolls for my cousin who is getting married this weekend. 

As the rolls were cooling on the counter, I got out the powdered sugar, butter, vanilla, and wondered what kind of icing he’d like. 

Suddenly, someone I absolutely love came to mind, completely out of the blue. It was my aunt who unexpectedly passed away last year. 

That happens sometimes, you know? We go about our days, then bam, a reminder.

What came flooding into my mind was, two months before we lost her, I made her cinnamon rolls. 

When it came to the frosting, she had a special request, she wanted hers extra thick and piled on. 

Any guesses to what kind of frosting my cousin got? 

Ha ha. I’m pretty sure my aunt was smiling big that day, because before I even realized it, his frosting was soooooo thick I could barely move the spoon. 

In fact, I’d even say that he got a pan full of frosting with a smidgen of cinnamon rolls.