January 5, 2010



  • All of This
    (and more)
    ~~~~~~~~

    Oh how it snowed and snowed and snowed

    and then he turned 10 and my heart almost broke but it didn’t

    because it is hard to be sad when he is so joyful

    and then she decided to turn six and my heart broke yet again

    but she saved me by laughing

    we play games, all games, all the time games

    I am quiet and I am happy

    “I dreamed I was bigger” she said “and then I woke up and it was all true”

    “this happens” I told her

    because it does

     I tell him he is beautiful when really I mean to tell him

    that I like who he is.

    because I do.

    Trevor built these and I love them




    some outfits are better than others for running errands about town


    this one is clearly superior


    he prefers the more sophisticated sharpie-stache
    (and please call him Mr. Mustachio, if you would)


    my sister gave me this sweater and it feels as soft as if 35 kittens made babies with 35 angora rabbits and they all had cashmere goats as distant relatives

    it is a new favorite and I dare you to get it off me


    when I wear it, I feel like this


    and then it snowed some more.



    the end.

Comments (19)

  • I am glad you are quiet and happy. But it’s always nice when you make a little blog noise : )

  • I am so happy to see you and your family. The bookshelves are awesome.
    Your posts always make me happy, they are so enjoyable. Great photography too.

  • Lovely story, lovely pictures! Thanks for sharing them… :)

  • Seeing big, full bookcases makes me happy. Your ramily truly is beautiful.

  • Growing babies are a mother’s paradox…so beautiful…so heart wrenching at the same time.  I am sad about my babies growing these days.  Your photos reminded me and made me cry again.  I think we should form a task force of mothers to search the Earth for that elixir that makes them stop growing.  But if we were busy doing that, we’d miss our babies too much.  I guess that won’t work.  I try to order Isaac to stop growing because all of his pants are short and he just says with a big, toothy smile, “It does it all by itself Mom.”  Sigh. 

  • Full bookshelves, beautiful children, and a favorite sweater—isn’t life wonderful!  My children grew and they grew and they grew but they were snowed in with me for Christmas anyway—they’ve gone off again but they call often, just to make sure I’m still here, I think.

  • Snow, birthdays, books, games and soft sweaters….lovely time to snuggle up and enjoy our families. As you have been doing with your beautiful family.

    Thank you for sharing your beautiful photos!

  • I like what TooTightPonytailGirl ^^ said………..
    It makes me sad to see them grow up…..

  • awww.. I miss you guys! <3 I have a new sweater too.. it rocks doesn’t it??

  • Julie–I always love your posts and this one was no exception.  Glad to hear (and see) that your life is beautiful–just like your children.

  • Happy Birthday! Wonderful update.

  • I could barely stand the expectation while waiting for the pics to load. I had to close my eyes and hold my breath. Wonderful.

  • I so love your posts and the way you see life, and the way you live it. <3

  • beautiful. photos, words and all.

    p.s. i’ve missed you, JP

  • Those bookshelves… drool!

    Your children are beautiful and bright… just like their mama :love:

  • So love your pics.  Silly question….where did you find that Uno (I think it’s uno) set with the higher numbers?  Love the ‘card holder’ too……

  • What lovely post, Julie; such sweet comments of you in between. JulieHappy.

    Enjoy

    I do love the photogaleries of colours; such a sweet impression; thank you

    Godeliva van Ariadone

  • Oh Julie!!! I haven’t been around in forever… I couldn’t even remember my sign in information… when I did, I had to check on up your life in pictures… always so sweet, beautiful and wonderfulllllly captured! Have a great weekend!

  • Stopping by to say hi :)

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