It’s wonderful to finally feel at home. Safe, comfortable in my space.
*from the lens and perspective of my amazingly talented and beautiful friend Tara. Come visit again soon…
Simple.
“Learn to like what doesn’t cost much.
Learn to like reading, conversation, music.
Learn to like plain food, plain service, plain cooking.
Learn to like fields, trees, brooks, hiking, rowing, climbing hills.
Learn to like people even though some of them may be different… Different from you.
Learn to like to work and the satisfaction doing your job as well as it can be done.
Learn to like the song of birds, the companionship of dogs.
Learn to like gardening, puttering around the house, and fixing things.
Learn to like the sunrise and sunset, the beating of rain on the roof and windows, and the gentle fall of snow on a winter day.
Learn to keep your wants simple and refuse to be controlled by the likes and dislikes of others.”
-Lowell C. Bennion
*what quotes are you inspired by today?
On a rainy Sunday.
-handmade shirt “By Bek” (younger me)
-Nord’s Bakery &
-Sunergos (Kenyan) Coffee
*spotted this shirt in the back of the closet this morning not knowing if it would fit T yet. Turned out perfect. I made this shirt long ago for a little brother who was crazy about cowboys and wanted a “cowboy shirt” for his birthday. Pearl snaps and all it’s a sweet thing my mom passed to me when my littles were born.
xx
River Magic.
“Get your lazy ass out of bed and have some coffee”
*motivational text from a friend this morning. Glad it worked because I almost missed the magic of the river today.
Zoo
*next time I’ll bring my real camera.
Dear Collin,
Pure joy. You’re the light of my existence. The chubby little belly to kiss. The one who always says “mom Mom MOM!” and I, what baby? “I love you too.” You’re the one who begs me not to get out of bed in the morning while you wrap your tiny arm around my neck and tell me you want “Cheerios” for breakfast. Sometimes you’re so ornery and sure know how to make Tt mad but that’s what little brothers do. I have no doubt you’ll be your brother’s best friend. Just remember not to leave me behind because I already miss you. Please stop growing!
All the cuddles and kisses in the world!
Your mamma
Dear Tristan,
I was thinking this week about our first years together. Do you remember when it was just you and me? I can hardly describe the love I had for you. You were everything to me. Remember the walks to the park, the many meals we shared just the two of us and the crafts? Oh the crafts! We would create things everyday together as I tried to teach you anything I could. My heart was so full and I never lost my patience. It was peaceful. Then came brother “bobby” as you called him. Not much changed at first, we just had one more. I don’t want to say I miss those days because I love where we are now but my memories are so sweet of just you and me. I’m proud beyond words of the little man you’re becoming. So much has changed but you’re strong, very strong and that gives me comfort. Whatever life brings you’ll get through, you and me both.
With all my love,
Mamma
Morning. My view.
The best kind.
Winter wedding in the bluegrass.
Celebrated the marriage of (one of) my sweet little brother(s) this past weekend. Untraditional, the way I like it.
Congrats Phil an Meeji!
Christmas
We are still adjusting to our new life. The days and weeks leading up to Christmas were filled with unknown pain and apprehension of what the day would bring. Thankfully I was able to get myself to place where Christmas was just another (Tues)day. Whether I’m with the boys or not any day can be special and that’s what Christmas Eve was. Setting aside the cares and worries of life I fully engaged with greatest gifts I’ve been given on earth, my beautiful boys.
We opened a few gifts and spent the rest of the day playing “super powers” with their new handmade capes and masks at Tristan’s command (thankfully he has enough imagination to keep us all entertained). We put together a new puzzle, baked cookies from dough a sweet friend made, ate too much candy , listened to our Christmas records and drank homemade peppermint hot cocoa.
The second half of the day was interrupted by an unfortunate visit to the dog pound, perhaps another story for another day. Then they went off to their dad’s place to spend Christmas Day. Every special occasion still for me is a chance to grow and to become more grateful for the gifts I have, letting go of what I can’t control.
Wishing Peace for all this holiday season.
Bekah & the boys
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