his sneakers

I saw him wearing new sneakers the other day,  and I wondered if he was done with these...or maybe he just needed a change. I had promised to let him wear these as long as he wanted...the new pair could wait until he was ready.

The look on his face when I had suggested the new told me how attached he was to these.  Torn and worn by the miles he has traveled.  Covered in the red dirt of Africa. I can relate.

I decide not to make a big deal of the switch, and just let it simmer in my heart.  I love the ways he has held tightly to the experience and I have a feeling I haven't seen the last of those trampled laces.

a walk around the block...

My goal is always home.
I pull into the neighborhood, focus on the last road that will get me there, and let the rest of the world become a blur.  The little details of the neighborhood are lost on me, though I pass them every day. Twice.

In the cool, beautiful of the air of the weekend, I headed out for a walk... and the details came alive. Along one end of the road. the sidewalks sweep in curves, while the other end boasts angular lines. textures change along the way, too.  But it is the way the sunlight creates a thousand shades of green in the trees or the grass that catches my eye and amazes me.

Ordinary is beautiful, especially when the sun shares its golden light.

they are why i love this ordinary life...

I have always lived an ordinary life, and always will. 

It's who and what has to do with my job that makes it 'unordinary.'

-Kate Winslet  

even me...

If I live my beliefs everyday, God can use even someone
as ordinary as me to change the world. 

-Brad Wilcox

come on, fiesta... forever...

Some people fiesta for special occasions, and others… well, other think a fiesta is an ordinary way of life. That would be… me. And thankfully, I have a friend who is always willing to fiesta along with me.  We are Mexican food/taco-loving ladies, and I am so thankful to have a friend who understands. 

This past weekend, my fiesta friend went on a little trip... without me.  But it was fun knowing she couldn't help but think about me along the way!  

don't forget...

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the wednesday nights...

A deep sigh of relief bursts from my soul when he walks through the door on Wednesdays, a sigh that breathes thank you, God, for delivering him safely home... again. I know he gets sleepy.  The early mornings, and a long day at school topped off with a couple hours of college prep stuff would exhaust anyone.  I don't worry, but I do pray.  He tells me that his foolproof trick for not being too sleepy is stopping for Chick-fil-a fries, and I just smile as he heads off to start on homework.

After dinner, Eric & Laura head out to choir practice, and we are just two... home with the cat. Sometimes there is more homework, and sometimes... he is done.  I love those nights. We laugh at America's Funniest Home Videos or the Cosby Show, we clean the kitchen together... we carry on with silliness.

It is the ordinary stuff that makes the night special, the stuff that I will miss most when he heads off to college.  It weaves its way through and around our hearts, makes us who we are, and creates the relationships we cherish.

heaven sent...

It has been just over two years since she was healed in the arms of Jesus... and truly, she is still part of my every day. A photo I pass, her smile making me smile right back.  Her handwriting on a card or envelope that has shuffled its way to the top of the mess on my desk. A beautiful thought that passes through my heart.  

God changed me through knowing her... and I can't help but be thankful. Even in my loss. And every time I remember her, it is a gift straight from Heaven. 

I've seen and met angels wearing the disguise of ordinary people leading ordinary lives.

-Tracy Chapman

changing the way i see...

He was shaking out his towel as we were getting ready to pack up and head home...but the wind caught his towel, and I caught the shot. It is one of my favorites... even more so than the few I took after this, as he was running, pretending he was a caped super hero.  

But what happened before the shot?  It may have been years ago, but I still remember... because it is never pretty.  Stand away from us. Make sure you shake it out well, but not in our direction, because I don't want sand in my face.  You know, the normal fun beach/sand conversations. 

Some days I see the sand, and other days I find it quite simple to fine tune my focus on the beautiful backdrop God has given this world. 

With only a change in one's perspective, 

the most ordinary things take on inexpressibly beauty. 

-Karen Maezen Miller

the minutes that save the day...

It is a seven minute ride between her work and mine. I say we'd carpool even if she had her own car, but I'm not so sure. The mornings hardly go beyond pleasantries. Sometimes we revel in the silence, each happy to be with her own thoughts, and some mornings we stew... probably about something between the two of us that has us thinking not-so-nice thoughts {it goes both ways.}

But afternoon comes... and we find our way together once again. Stories of zoo antics and opportunities, the sharing of our days. The exchange of laughter, wonder and conversation make every minute of morning stewing worthwhile... and I'd not trade seeing the joy she has for her job for anything in the world.

make the ordinary come alive...

Do not ask your children to strive for extraordinary lives.

Such striving may seem admirable, but it is a way of foolishness. 

Help them instead to find the wonder and the marvel of an ordinary life. 

Show them the joy of tasting tomatoes, apples and pears.

Show them how to cry when pets and people die. 

Show them the infinite pleasure in the touch of a hand.

And make the ordinary come alive for them.

The extraordinary will take care of itself. 

-William Martin

it takes courage...

I sit here thinking about how much courage it takes to live an ordinary life. 
-Colum McCann

the rain calls...

It's rainging... again.

Not a sweet splattering that calls you to dance... but a deluge that comes, wave after wave.  It makes me cringe when the wind rattles the doors, and it seems the sky is falling all at once.  

Weeks ago we sat under the bluest blue sky and felt a ripple of breeze pass by.  I smiled, and Eric checked the radar.  I was having none of it, confident that the game would play, and so would the band.  But within fifteen minutes we were back in the car, waiting out the lightning meter.  That night more than six inches of rain fell in just over two hours, and the number of lightning strikes in our area escalated moment by moment.   I wish we had been closer to home.

But the grass is green and the canals are running high... and it seems our corner of the the world has never been more beautiful.  Water rushes, birds gather, and there is one big gator that positions himself right in the middle of it.  

Sometimes the rain pulls us to dance, and sometimes it calls us to snuggle up inside, safe from the storm.  

just add sunshine...

An ordinary moment can be quite magical...

Oh! To be taller than the tallest... to see the world with a different perspective.
Or maybe pretend you are walking the high wire without a net beneath you.
Add in a little bit of golden sunshine, and the moment is pure magic.

love rocks...

Sometimes, you just can’t learn to love something your spouse loves.
I understand. No matter what it gives me, Eric just cannot love the beach.  But sometimes, he just knows how much I need it, and he brings me anyway.  Friday, he offered it so unexpectedly that I almost said no.

We checked an errand off our list, we had lunch, and then he turned in left instead of right… wanting to drive by a hotel we had heard of, but not seen.  We joked about the great adventure of driving on a street we hardly knew existed, and laughed that this would be how we’d spend the next phase of our life.  And just when I thought we were heading home, he made a u-turn and said let’s go to the beach.

As we walked along, he found a heart-shaped rock. He is the master at this... and just as I was saying how come you can find them and I can't? I found my own. And then... I found another. We didn't walk far, but we laughed along the shore and decided that Friday afternoons, right around 2pm, might possibly be the prime time for finding heart-shaped rocks.

Friday, we added to our rock collection... but we also added to our love story. Memories, laughter, and time.  Before we know it, it will just be the two of us... and I am thankful that when I think it, a wave of joy spills over me.

all in a smile...

I am somewhere in the midst of my workout when Coach Erik reminds me to smile, saying... the most beautiful person in the room is the one who is smiling. 

The smile that comes is real, but perhaps not fully complete, since I am trying to do math in my head along side it ... if the workout is 32 minutes long and we are doing four minute intervals, how many are left?  

In my forty-two and a half years, I have earned many laugh lines. My smile has created them, and I would not trade a single one, joy-filled... or not. I use it to convey happiness and love... to hide sorrow, and hold back the tears. The laughter bubbles out giddy when I am afraid, and when we take one more trip to an emergency room {better to laugh than cry?} It is part of me that I am never without, and I rely on it to carry me through.

When he begins another interval saying last one, my smile is full. Yes! And then it takes on even more purpose as I give it my all, holding nothing back and feeling... beautiful. The power of a smile is great and true. I am joyful over what I am accomplishing, but even more so because of the way I am doing it.

warmth & laughter...

I was already tucked in when he tossed his last load of laundry on the bed, warm from the dryer. I reached out, and slyly slid one shirt from the steamy pile.  I pulled it over me, the warm drawing me in.

Even in this hot & humid Florida climate I long for warmth and the way it makes me feel. Hot soup on a cool day, with a grilled cheese on the side.  My mother's embrace, or the way his arms make me feel. Comfort. Love. Even when we are full, we try to capture, create, more.  A soft blanket pulled over my lap while watching a movie, or cup of tea in in the evening can do the trick.  Standing so close to the wood stove that your Christmas bathrobe melts just a little... or snuggling into the just-from-the-dryer-laundry.

He looked around, and I covered my smile with his still warm shirt and snuggled in a little deeper. I heard him wonder why the shirts and pants were not matching up, and then he spotted me. That shaking head of his tried to hide the smile, but couldn't. And before we said goodnight, there was laughter.