saturday rain . . .

saturday morning . . . it's 7:00 am, lightly raining, 60 degrees. i'm on the front porch with my coffee and newspaper. not bad. not bad at all. wake up everybody! you're missing a great morning.

so alive . . .

i'm not sure why, but today i feel so alive. lots of energy, increased awareness, very alert. what's going on here? it feels good, but it's sort of weird.

the next time i see you . . .

what a great week and a half this has been. i love my family so much and every minute spent together is an opportunity for another beautiful memory. while we had great fun at the zoo, the bounce house, the movie, the parks, six flags and the water park, it really wasn't about any of that. it was all about you. seeing you, hearing you, holding you.

when we drop you at the airport this morning my heart will sink. the house will grow quiet and still. i don't think i'm ready for that just yet.

it won't be long and i'll see you again. but this time it'll be different because i'll have even one more reason to allow my heart to swell! you guys get ready to introduce me to my beautiful new baby girl.

I love you all so much and the next time i see you, i'll love you even more!

Here are the pictures to prove it was a great week!!

Summer 2006
The Denver Zoo

'til i'm 49 . . .

it's almost like it was a magic number, although i suppose it was randomly chosen. i was much too young to know. 49? why not 39 or 59 or 99 for that matter? that's the actual phrase too, "'til i'm 49". as far back as i can remember that was the answer to the question my mother would always ask me; "how long will you be mine?" even after i was grown and in school, or even married with kids, she'd continue to ask me, "how long will you be mine?" and like Pavlov's dog, i would reply, "'til i'm 49".

well i now know for certain that 49 wasn't magic at all. sometime early this morning while i was sleeping, 49 wrapped itself around me.

49 has come and will soon be gone but there's one thing i know; 49, 59, 69, or 99. even long after you've forgotten me or have moved on to a better place . . . mom, i'm still yours!