30.9.05
29.9.05
Happy 3rd Birthday Jilly!
May those who love us, love us;
And for those who don't love us,
May God turn their hearts;
And if He can't turn their hearts,
May He turn their ankles,
So we will know them by their limping!
Opps, that didn't sound quite right, did it? Hehe. What i meant was:
May the road rise up to meet you.
May the wind be always at your back,
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
The rain fall soft upon your fields,
May God hold you in the palm of His hand.
I searched for the meaning of her name, and got this:
Jillian=youthful; Macy=enduring.
Not a Quitter
27.9.05
Brave tots!
Minutes before the "operation", my niece's hands were definitely very, very cold. she was trying to smile but i knew how terrified she was. my son--and i think that was gallant of him--volunteered to go first, to assure his cousin that there was nothing to be scared of. when it was my niece's turn, she bravely stood up and sat on the dreaded chair. the dentist, bless her, handled her well, so much so that when it was done, my niece was actually smiling, this time for real, because, she said, the dentist let her in on her and my son's "secret". whatever it was, am only too happy her first dental experience turned out ok.
22.9.05
New Driving Skill
Moms Can't Get Sick
13.9.05
L'encre de tes yeux
Puisqu'on ne vivra jamais tous les deux
Puisqu'on est fou, puisqu'on est seuls
Puisqu'ils sont si nombreux
Même la morale parle pour eux
J'aimerais quand même te dire
Tout ce que j'ai pu écrire
Je l'ai puisé à l'encre de tes yeux.
Je n'avais pas vu que tu portais des chaînes
À trop vouloir te regarder,
J'en oubliais les miennes
On rêvait de Venise et de liberté
J'aimerais quand même te dire
Tout ce que j'ai pu écrire
C'est ton sourire qui me l'a dicté.
Tu viendras longtemps marcher dans mes rêves
Tu viendras toujours du côté
Où le soleil se lève
Et si malgré ça j'arrive à t'oublier
J'aimerais quand même te dire
Tout ce que j'ai pu écrire
Aura longtemps le parfum des regrets.
Mais puisqu'on ne vivra jamais tous les deux
Puisqu'on est fou, puisqu'on est seuls
Puisqu'ils sont si nombreux
Même la morale parle pour eux
J'aimerais quand même te dire
Tout ce que j'ai pu écrire
Je l'ai puisé à l'encre de tes yeux.
6.9.05
Falling Leaves
5.9.05
His Time to Shine
But last night, he was telling me, "mama, did you know that there were only three of us who got the Best English Speaker Award?" No, i didn't, so i asked him how he knew. He said that after the flag ceremony attended by students of the morning session from grades 1 to 3, the principal asked those who got the award to raise their hands. he raised his. and that moment right there, even when i didn't see it, i am sure that my son's smile shone the brightest.
4.9.05
Butterfly Kisses
She was sent here from heaven
and she's Daddy's little girl
As I drop to my knees by her bed at night
She talks to Jesus and I close my eyes
And I thank God for all of the joy
in my life
Oh, but most of all, for...
Butterfly kisses after bedtime prayer
Stickin' little white flowers all up in her hair
"Walk beside the pony Daddy, it's my first ride
I know the cake looks funny Daddy
but I sure tried"
Oh, with all that I've done wrong,
I must have done something right
To deserve a hug every morning and
butterfly kisses at night
Sweet sixteen today
And she's lookin' like her mamma
a little more every day
One part woman, the other part girl
To perfume and make-up,
from ribbons and curls
Trying her wings out in a great big world
But I remember...
Butterfly kisses after bedtime prayer
Stickin' little white flowers all up in her hair
You know how much I love you Daddy
But if you don't mind
I'm only gonna kiss you on the cheek this time
Oh, with all that I've done wrong,
I must have done something right
To deserve her love every morning
and butterfly kisses at night
Oh the precious times
Oh, like the wind the years go by
Precious butterfly
Spread your wings and fly
She'll change her name today
and she'll make a promise and I'll give her away
Standing in the bride room just staring at her
She asked me what I'm thinking and I said
"I'm not sure, I just feel like I'm losing my baby girl"
And she leaned over...and gave me...
Butterfly kisses with her mamma there
Stickin' little white flowers all up in her hair
"Walk me down the aisle Daddy,
it's just about time
Does my wedding gown look pretty Daddy?
Daddy don't cry"
Oh, with all that I've done wrong,
I must have done something right
To deserve her love every morning and
butterfly kisses
I couldn't ask God for more
Man, this is what love is
I know I've gotta let her go,
but I'll always remember
Every hug in the morning and butterfly kisses
I heard this song while I was driving on my way to my son’s play therapy session. If anybody wants to listen to it, here’s a link that allows you to do just that.
Good morning Blues!
When we got home, my son toured Blues Clues around the house, saying “This is the dining room, this is the kitchen, and this is the bedroom where you will be sleeping with me and daga.” The following day, as I was kissing him good morning, I thought I heard him mumble good morning to me too! But boy was I ever wrong! What he was really saying, and to whom, was: Good Morning Blues! Serves me right for being presumptuous!
An Awardee…again!
Rain and fog…my heart soars!
You’re not Boring Mama!
He would never know how big a burden he has lifted from me. Now I know that I’ve done the right thing, and that from here on, my son and I are going to be ok.
In Memoriam
Forebode not any severing of our loves!
Yet in my heart of hearts I feel your might;
I only have relinquished one delight
To live beneath your more habitual sway.
I love the Brooks which down their channels fret,
Even more than when I tripped lightly as they;
The innocent brightness of a new-born Day
Is lovely yet;
The Clouds that gather round the setting sun
Do take a sober colouring from an eye
That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality;
Another race hath been, and other palms are won.
Thanks to the human heart by which we live,
Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears,
To me the meanest flower that blows can give
Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
--Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood
Happy birthday, dear Eric. We sure miss you.
[Orig posting was Aug. 23]