Indian Summer

We have been so lucky this fall--those of us that live in NE Ohio that is. We have had a fabulous fall. Beautiful warm days, clear skies and moderate temperatures. Likewise, it's been a great soccer season too. (I love the game, but when the wind chill dips down or I can't feel my fingers, I'm out of there.....At one of last year's games, a cake that was brought to serve at the end of the game actually froze before we could eat it. ) This year we enjoyed the sunshine right along with the soccer game. This is a picture of my class with their fourth grade pals. We are getting ready to participate in first grade's "Insect Olympics." Together with their pals they see if they can jump as far as a cricket, dance like a bee, see like a dragonfly, emerge from a chrysalis like a butterfly and be as strong as an ant. Usually this time in November, this event would have taken place in the school gym. Lucky us, we could have fun being insects outside this year. I wonder what the winter will bring?

Mollinator and the Monster!

This post is about Molly (aka. the "Mollinator") and a monster she helped to create....her mother who is beginning to morph into Ansel Adams (talent non withstanding). When Erin and Merc were up for a visit last week, Erin (who is an amazing photographer) loaned me her fabulous camera. I LOVED it and found a real joy in the images I captured. David noticed me LOVING the camera, and so for an early birthday present, got me a camera too!!! Complete with a zippy close up lens!!!! This is my first official portrait. It is of my Molly at her last soccer game...complete with a grubby captain band on her leg and an expression of bliss on her face. May her bliss and mine continue.

Endings and Beginnings

These are my two favorite pictures from this summer. They seem to capture the essence of the season...family, home and the simple joys of sharing time with one another. This has always been a very poignant time of year for me. Gearing up for the beginning of school, the ending of summer. A very bittersweet kind of feeling. It struck me that these pictures really captured many of my feelings and emotions. Ross, my great nephew is poised to head off to Mother's Day out in a few weeks .... his beginning of the next 17+ years of education he'll probably receive. It's the end of Molly's public school career. September 1 is her last first day. She'll be graduating next May and heading off to college. Kate has changed her major. Her beginning was music education. She now has a double major in music and business. A real departure from what she thought she wanted to do. I'm sure that is exactly one of the things she and my dad were talking about when this picture was made. He ended a career in business when she was just beginning, period. Me, I'm now officially ending my blog-free summer. The time is right to begin to write again.
P.S. Erin, you are the best photographer on the planet. Forget teaching...take pictures.

Firestone Prom and Heidelberg EUG and SIG formals

Kate and Wally (Heidelberg University Class of 2012)
Molly and Stephen (Firestone High School Class of '10 and '11)

Mother's Day Friends

Madison, Molly and Peyton

I'm thinking today of all the mothers I've known in my life. I am so grateful for all of them. They have all touched my life in many different ways. I have spent a lot of time today thinking in particular of Therese and Nancy. I guess that's natural, seeing that they've been gone from our lives for a few years now. Nancy (who was not a mother in the biological sense) was a dear friend, mentor and disciple who gifted me with many special things. One of her most endearing gifts was the love and acceptance she gave to my children. She nurtured Kate through her confirmation year. Her advice, love and guidance helped shape Kate into the young woman she is today. Therese left behind two wonderful young women, her daughters, Peyton and Madison. They have been friends of my girls since Peyton and Molly have been in first grade. Therese was a wonderful mother. She adored Molly (and Kate too) and they spent many happy hours at her house and playing in her big yard. Toward the end of her life, we would all sit together and paint toenails and drink Starbucks and talk of every wonder in the world. Therese had a wonderful, vulnerable spirit that I have yet to see in another person. Therese and Nancy were taken too soon from this life. I wish they could be here now to watch these amazing and wonderful girls they helped bring into life. I know that deep in their hearts Molly and Kate will always hold a piece of these two incredible women. We are blessed for having their witness in our lives. I love and miss them both. Happy Mother's Day.

Spring has sprung?

There Goes Winter
sloshing off
with puddles in his tracks.

Here comes Spring
on roller skates
with jumping ropes and jacks.

P.S. Don't worry--we are beginning to have some 65-70 degree days. I love these pictures of snow boots and no coats on the playground.

The Leap of Faith

I know most of you have seen this picture. It has been on all of our face books. I know it will be forever embedded in my memory. It was also the picture posted in the Sunday bulletin today. The passage David used was Phillipians 4:12-14.

"I'm not saying that I have this all together, that I have it made. But I am well on my way, reaching out for Christ, who has so wondrously reached out for me. Friends, don't get me wrong: By no means do I count myself an expert in all of this, but I've got my eye on the goal, where God is beckoning us onward—to Jesus. I'm off and running, and I'm not turning back. " (The Message)

I spent weeks worrying about this event. My Kate. Jumping out of an airplane. Strapped to a strange, old man. Wearing weird shoes (the old man, not Kate and that was Molly's observation.) A teeny, tiny parachute. For two. Of all the counter-intuitive things to do. Well, as with most things in her life, Kate handled it gracefully and embraced it to the fullest. I have the video to prove it. But this is really about me, and my experience. The bottom line-she jumped, she fell, she landed. Safely. There are many parallels to her jump and life in the spirit. Number one, she didn't do it alone. She was embraced by a community of likewise minded people all on the same mission. Their objective: to share their experience with others and in the journey to be transformed. She was also there with tremendous support from those who know and love her best...her aunt, uncle and cousin. You know, I've got to hand it to my brother (the jump instigator and one of my kid's biggest fans,) he said she was different when she left to come home. He's right. The experience changed her. It also changed me. I need to have that faith, that unwavering trust in what, to me, is counter intuitive and appears to be fool hardy. I need to take a hard look at my life and find my own "jumping off" place. Then, well, I guess I need to....jump.
P.S. I have profound thankfulness to the old man in the funny shoes who was with her every step(?) of the way. By the way, that last step was a big one :)