Beautiful

34 years ago today a miracle happened. It took a typical, beautiful September day and turned it into a day that changed forever my life. You see, 34 years ago I was reborn....I became a mother. Isn't it amazing that 2 births took place that day for me shortly after 6 AM. I feel that it was on this day that I found out what it means to love someone more then yourself. This day taught me the joy of sacrifice.

My darling Sissy was born to me and Mr Darcy and from the moment she entered the world, the world became a magical place for me. Everything became new to me, every sound she made, every yawn or stretch seemed like the most amazing thing I had ever seen. She has been a true JOY to me and it was on this day that I felt my Father in Heavens true love for me.

Happy Birthday my tiny little newborn daughter. You have been and continue to be a source of love and joy to your old parents. I do not know what we did to deserve having a delightful daughter like you but I am grateful every day of my life that you are mine. Who knew that I would give birth to my best Friend.
Love your very grateful
MOM
Sorry about the graininess of the photos, I took pictures of pictures

What a beauty you are! I love you so much my little baby girl! I can't wait to get home and love on you for a while, and kiss your very tiny sweet baby head. I can't wait for your baby smell to fill all my senses with it's very sweet intoxicating perfume. You are truly an angel baby sent to remind us how close heaven really is!

Oh Baby!

Wow! There is just nothing like having your very own offspring (in this case a son) have his very own offspring to make you feel like a brand new person. Maybe it is because new life that springs forth from your bloodline is allowing a little bit of you to live on and on and on. Anywho, that is how I am feeling today. My newest tiny newborn grandbaby is doing BETTER and BETTER and I am so happy and grateful for that.

It is an interesting thing to be part of, this idea of generation after generation continuing on in an unbroken string. I truly do think that I will live forever, which in effect part of me will. And as I contemplate the beautiful grandchildren I have been blessed with, it is truly the best part of me that will live on.

With each new little one, comes that opportunity to try harder, to love with no conditions, to see through innocent eyes. A fresh start is ours to be had. What an adventure life is, what a gift to be enjoyed.

Who says you can't turn back the clock. Each new addition to my family makes me feel younger and invigorated and very alive. And if my kids keep up the pace, who knows, I just may live forever!

May I please have your Attention

SHE IS HERE!!!!

Each time a baby is born, So is a Grandma

I am sitting here on the bed. For all intents and purposes I appear to be very calm and composed. But deep inside I am all a flutter and discombobulated. You see today I have the great privilege and thrill of becoming a grandma, again, for the ninth time. And you know what? it never stops giving me butterflies and giddiness with anticipation. In short I. CAN'T. WAIT.

I am out of town, which makes it worse, and my son, although dear as the day is long, has a rather warped sense of humor and loves to keep me on pins and needles.
With each new grandbaby I have a renewed sense that I am becoming a grandma for the very first time.

It is amazing to be part of each new miracle that is my grandchildren. I will keep you posted about the events of this amazing day. Pretty cool birthday huh, 09-09-09!

The Man of the Hour

My dearest Pa-pa had surgery last Thursday. He has had a VERY active life and he has done his share of damage to his knees. He used to be a runner until his body complained so loudly that he had to finally give in and resort to speed walking and hiking up mountains. He also used to play basketball with men 20 years his junior and my father is competitive (that is not a good thing in this particular situation). He would play with injuries and broken bones just to prove he could. Well, that kind of physical abuse will finally take it's toll and it did. He had to have a knee replacement. He put it off for about 2 years and finally gave in, he had to, his golf game was being jeapordized. I also told him that when we go to Disneyland this December, I would refuse to push him in a wheelchair (truth be told, he would refuse to be pushed in a wheelchair). So off he went last Thursday morning....

Now something you should know about my dad, He is an in charge kind of guy. He doesn't like being tied down or at the mercy of others (in other words he is not an ideal patient). Now that is not to say he was not kind and gracious with those that were helping him, he was, he just did things like, get in the shower without telling anyone, or insisting they continue to walk laps around the hallways when the therapist said he was done (the physical therapist won by the way).
He was a little bit loopy when they brought him out of the anesthesia and may I say I have never seen my dad like that. He kept asking the same things over and over again. He kept trying to get out of bed. Oh, he was a rascal, that one.

Right after surgery

a day after surgery

He came home from the hospital yesterday and he tried to get out without all the usual rigamarole that accompanies discharge. The doctor said he could go, so he was going. They had to chase him down the hallway to get him to stop long enough for them to give him pain prescriptions (as if he will take those) and last minute instructions. But now he is home and happy to be there. And we are happy to see him there. What a character!

There is BEAUTY all around

Fall is coming, and with it the promise of cool nights and warm days. I happily receive it's occasional rain showers and cooling winds as the heat of summer finds it's way further south with the birds.

I love the colors of the changing leaves. We traveled up the mountain on Saturday to spend the day with Mr Darcy's Aunt and Uncle at their cabin retreat. The leaves are taking on orange, red and yellow highlights as the cool night air magically makes them the color of a burning sunset.

As the day wore on into evening, I sat on the porch of the cabin watching the humming birds jockey for the best position at the feeder for their last sip of nectar before retiring for the evening. I used to think that my children could really get into a knock-down drag-out fight, until I watched these tiny little birds hovering and then striking with lightening speed, becoming a Kamakaze pilot not caring for their safety or anyone else's.

Once the sun dipped below the horizon, the temperature dropped and I gratefully accepted the handmade quilt my hostess offered me. As the sun finally melted away, the full and graceful moon took it's place giving an ethereal light to the trees and roadway, making everything look like a black and white photo.

How is it possible for such beauty to abound? The creators hand not only built this world for survival of the body but also for renewing ones soul. He knew that I personally have a very short attention span, so he gave me a change of seasons to keep me filled and wondering. This is just another testament of his love for me and I am so grateful.