Simple Things....

Dear Mom,
     Last year I was taken out of my comfort zone, and forced to learn new words in the medical world. I could rattle off medications and what they helped out with like a pharmacist. Not really, but I felt like it. I knew what anti nausea meds worked for you and I know what ones helped the nausea subside. I knew the generic names of your cancer drugs, and the real names. I could go down the line and name what drug we tried first and what drug we were on. I had your medicine dosage down to a T and could draw up those meds like Nurse Jackie.

I was introduced to a new level of anxiety on scan days.  I was finally accustomed to the smell of Methodist Hospital and Mayo Clinic. You know how I am with weird smells and how they drive me crazy.  I could sit in a medical office, be given bad news and not cry, and keep my head high.   It opened my eyes to a lot and pulled on my reins a bit as well.

I racked up 1,600 miles a month on my new van with frequent trips down to Rochester. It just was what had to be done and I never really thought twice. I would bring the twins down together or one at time to make sure I was still getting my child time, as I was working 40 hours a week as well.

Anyways, that is all behind me. Lately we have been enjoying the simple things in life, and I know you would be so proud and at ease knowing we are slowly but surely falling back into what we do, and what makes us tick.

I catch myself feeling "BORED" and looking for things to do, and I feel that pull on the reins. Slow down. Enjoy today.

Days with the twins can be long at times, but the years go by so fast.

Soaking in the little things, like wrapping your little girls soggy hair around cheap foam curlers from Walgreen's.

I so wanted to be able to send you these wonderful shots of my sweet babes. Almost every picture I take, I try to envision what their Grandma Pam's face would look like when she took the first glance.

I know you saw all this, and I am so proud to capture these moments for you and everyone else to enjoy.

"All that I am, or hope to be. I owe to my mother." -Abraham Lincoln. 

Sweet Child Of Mine...

 

"Sweet Child O' Mine"

She's got a smile that it seems to me
Reminds me of childhood memories
Where everything
Was as fresh as the bright blue sky

Now and then when I see her face
She takes me away to that special place
And if I stared too long
I'd probably break down and cry

Sweet child o' mine
Sweet love of mine

She's got eyes of the bluest skies
As if they thought of rain
I'd hate to look into those eyes
And see an ounce of pain

Her hair reminds me of a warm safe place
Where as a child I'd hide
And pray for the thunder and the rain
To quietly pass me by

[3x]
Sweet child o' mine
Sweet love of mine

[4x]
Where do we go?
Where do we go now?
Where do we go?
Sweet child o' mine

 

 

I have this song blaring in my earbud this morning, and I just can't help but think of my sweet child Lilly. She may be a twin, but she is a polar opposite of her twin brother. It is pretty much Lilly and I in one boat, and Adam and Charlie in the other. She is loud, weird, quirky, moody, messy, a hoarder, loves to get pretty, loves to be one of the boys, loves to dance,  sassy, unpredictable she is me. People who knew me as a child look at her and just shake their head.