Monday, September 13, 2010
Oh yeah baby!
This is why God made Florida, the Keys, boats, the sun, and awesome friends to relax with!
Oh my
Well this picture says so much. Ani is full of sass. Brad is just happy Brad. Momma lovin on her boy and he is like "ugh, enough!" Joe is hanging out. Virgel is in the middle of the mess. Can miss the awesome shoes I am sporting! Sweet!
Sunday, September 12, 2010
Big Boy
Sometime when I wasn't looking, my little baby turned into a little boy! I knew it would happen, I just didn't think it would be this fast. He got all dressed up tonight to go to his best friends birthday party. He asked if he could have his hair spikey. I love it!
Monday, August 30, 2010
Thinking back
It was five years ago, I sat at my job, with the first company I ever worked for watching hurricane Katrina make her way to the coast of Louisana to release her torment on those that never believe the inevitable could happen. Unrelated decisions in my life became interwoven as I walked away from a job I realized later, I was really, really good at to sell my house and move to Key Largo. While I will never regret the decisions Virgel and I made, my heart is still sadden when I think of the amazing friends that became family that we left behind. Anyone who has ever lived in Louisiana or Southern Mississippi must confess there is a spirt and soul in the culture and community that is not found anywhere else. It captured our hearts, and I am confident it will never let go. So on our journey, the three of us started out.
Our adventure in Key Largo was met with the glorious arrival of my son, and a boss I didn't enjoy as much. A level of stress I thought I level behind was elevated more than I dreamed. I found solice in my growing family, a lifelong friendship, and the feeling that comes over you when you drive over the first bridge into Key Largo, with Gilberts on bayside and mangroves on the other, peace, calm, and the tranquil color of the water over take anyone. Despite, this we knew in our heart of hearts, we could not stay. Maybe a different time, it would have been right, but not then. We had to go.
Once again, we found our selves facing moving trucks, job negotiations, and a long drive with true friends in the rearview mirror. Along the way, I had plenty of time to think about how this journey began. Was the first decision right, wrong? Is the ride part of the path? This time there were four.
Nebraska? Yeah, I didn't think that the journey would take us there, but it did. Realtors, searching and another house bought. It wasn't finished, of course. That wouldn't be our style. New jobs, new personalities, new daycare a house to finish. If we had time to sleep, we wouldn't have known what to do, but then I might have realized how many countertops I had tiled, or floors we had finished. Nope, just a step. Fate was changed when the phone rang, and soon Virgel's Dad was gone. I realized then how much my little Ani really loved her Papaw. That is when my heart broke. Soon, Virgel's Mom moved closed by.
Some days when you are not looking, you realize you are just existing, managing with what it is. You are not unhappy, but not over joyed. That ringing phone with the offer on the other end, looking for you, sets the wheels in motion again. Realtors, moving trucks, cries from my little girl. This time, there are five.
We found a new home, which wouldn't have been perfect even if it was perfect. Lots of hammers, nails, grout, tons of paint, and she is almost there. Home, again. I don't want to move again, I don't want to work for another company, have a fifth retirement plan, sell and buy more property, buy another refrigerator, landscape another house for someone else to enjoy. Of course, I could do all of these things again, if I had to, but I don't want to.
I want my children to remember home, and our summers on the lake, our vacations to see all the friends we have made and said good bye too.
This is the short story, just a tid bit of the five years that have gone by with such speed, and fury, and activity, I didn't realize it had only been five years, maybe ten. Surely it has been ten years? My only evidence that the weather channel doesn't have the anniversary wrong, is Ruston is only four.
I guess it is my chance to stop and breathe. . . .
Our adventure in Key Largo was met with the glorious arrival of my son, and a boss I didn't enjoy as much. A level of stress I thought I level behind was elevated more than I dreamed. I found solice in my growing family, a lifelong friendship, and the feeling that comes over you when you drive over the first bridge into Key Largo, with Gilberts on bayside and mangroves on the other, peace, calm, and the tranquil color of the water over take anyone. Despite, this we knew in our heart of hearts, we could not stay. Maybe a different time, it would have been right, but not then. We had to go.
Once again, we found our selves facing moving trucks, job negotiations, and a long drive with true friends in the rearview mirror. Along the way, I had plenty of time to think about how this journey began. Was the first decision right, wrong? Is the ride part of the path? This time there were four.
Nebraska? Yeah, I didn't think that the journey would take us there, but it did. Realtors, searching and another house bought. It wasn't finished, of course. That wouldn't be our style. New jobs, new personalities, new daycare a house to finish. If we had time to sleep, we wouldn't have known what to do, but then I might have realized how many countertops I had tiled, or floors we had finished. Nope, just a step. Fate was changed when the phone rang, and soon Virgel's Dad was gone. I realized then how much my little Ani really loved her Papaw. That is when my heart broke. Soon, Virgel's Mom moved closed by.
Some days when you are not looking, you realize you are just existing, managing with what it is. You are not unhappy, but not over joyed. That ringing phone with the offer on the other end, looking for you, sets the wheels in motion again. Realtors, moving trucks, cries from my little girl. This time, there are five.
We found a new home, which wouldn't have been perfect even if it was perfect. Lots of hammers, nails, grout, tons of paint, and she is almost there. Home, again. I don't want to move again, I don't want to work for another company, have a fifth retirement plan, sell and buy more property, buy another refrigerator, landscape another house for someone else to enjoy. Of course, I could do all of these things again, if I had to, but I don't want to.
I want my children to remember home, and our summers on the lake, our vacations to see all the friends we have made and said good bye too.
This is the short story, just a tid bit of the five years that have gone by with such speed, and fury, and activity, I didn't realize it had only been five years, maybe ten. Surely it has been ten years? My only evidence that the weather channel doesn't have the anniversary wrong, is Ruston is only four.
I guess it is my chance to stop and breathe. . . .
Saturday, August 28, 2010
Sleepy boy!
Ruston was waiting for his dinner and quietly feel asleep in the chair. What a cute little boy.
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Scubering
That is what Ani calls Snorkeling! She loved it. It was a beautiful day and we saw a bunch of amazing fish!!
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