In all her randomness. . .

I have some time before going to work.  I should be working on this. . .

This is my daughters closet and these are the clothes that she has outgrown. I really should have stored them away months ago.   Instead, we just keep piling them on and I say, I’ll do it tomorrow.  A lot of tomorrow’s have come and gone and I find other, more important, things to do. . . Like blogging, for example.

I miss natural sunlight.  I really, really miss it.  I miss the way it hits my little toe heads so that their hair shines like a spotlight in a darkened room.  Speaking of toe heads. . . I don’t know the origins of the description.  I’m certain I knew at one time, but I don’t remember.  I suppose I could look it up, but I don’t care that much. 


I like baking bread.  I especially  like baking bread on a frigidly cold Saturday morning. . .

It doesn’t matter what kind. . . any bread.  There is nothing like the aroma of baking bread growing stronger and stronger across the time span of an hour that screams HOME SWEET HOME.


Sometimes we bribe our kids to take naps.  Sometimes it works and other times it doesn’t.  This weekend we told them they could have a camp out with Daddy if they took a nap.  Man, that one worked well!  As soon as we put them down we didn’t hear a word.  They got their reward. . .

“Unfortunately” I wasn’t able to join the fun. . . since I just had surgery and all.  I was quite devastated that I couldn’t sleep on the hard living room floor with two chattering kids who had no intentions of getting a good nights sleep. . . Instead, I had to sleep in my quiet room on my comfortable bed.  Maybe next time. . .

Maybe not. . .

I got to see my Dad on Sunday.  I had important materials to deliver. . .

We met for lunch. . . just the two of us. 

My dad lives two hours away.  Too far, if you ask me.  Time with my Dad is always good.  It’s always too short.  At 32, I still have a lump in my throat when I say good-bye.  I’m sure I always will.  We sat for hours and talked.  Or, I talked and he listened.  He’s the best listener.  I talked about work. About the kids.  About life.  And then I cried.  Tears for my Mom.  Tears for the waiting.  Tears for the trials of this year.  We laughed, too.  Laughter is good.  My Dad is funny. 


I can’t help it.  Leg Warmers, leggings, tights. . . I can’t stop myself. . .

The day she says she doesn’t want to wear them anymore will be a sad, sad day. I will need to find a support group. . .or perhaps I’ll start one. But seriously. . . is there anything cuter?


And now I’m thinking again about Chanelle’s closet.  I really should put those clothes away.  Crossing another thing off my to-do list will feel good.  Maybe I’ll really do it tomorrow. 


It is a curious fact that people are never so trivial as when they take themselves seriously.”
Oscar Wilde

  • Anonymous - January 25, 2011 - 2:19 pm

    I LOVE the leg warmers!!So cute. I am trying to talk my sister into getting some for my niece. ~tammyReplyCancel

  • Written Permission - January 25, 2011 - 2:49 pm

    I love you. In all your randomness. ๐Ÿ™‚ReplyCancel

  • SnappyTulip - January 25, 2011 - 2:55 pm

    I so want to wear leg warmers. Having no clothes that fit well right now except for some leggings, that are just not that warm in the dead of winter, I want warmers to wear over them. To be a kid again.ReplyCancel

  • Rachael Hammett - January 25, 2011 - 8:46 pm

    ๐Ÿ™‚ – That's all. You make me smile and I'm so thankful for you.ReplyCancel

  • Adopted - January 26, 2011 - 12:14 am

    I love her leg warmers – Wish someone at 42 could wear them and look as cute:) There is alwasy tomorrow. That is what I have been telling myself with the bedroom, the closet, the laundry room, etc….. I like the camping with dad thing. You got the whole bed to yourself:) I am so glad you had a great time with your dad:) That is cool. Love you. Praying.ReplyCancel

  • Westerville Mom - January 26, 2011 - 1:35 am

    The living room tent looked like fun! Did they really stay there all night???ReplyCancel

  • Love the Present - January 26, 2011 - 4:59 am

    I'm glad you had some priceless time with your dad, and your kids had some memorable time with their dad, too.
    I hear you on the bread!ReplyCancel

  • Whitney & Andy - January 26, 2011 - 5:08 pm

    Hi Summer! I've been following your blog when I can. You are an amazing writer. I must ask, as I look at all your pictures and you finally comment about it, where do you shop for Chanelle? I love her outfits, including the leg warmers.

    Your post about waiting hit home for me. We were in that same situation 2+ years ago and it's not a fun place to be. I've been praying for you.ReplyCancel

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