When I was 20 years old, I disappeared for two days. I was with the love of my life on a short (but sweet) vacation of a lifetime. We flew kites, we drank Champaign, we laughed and we loved...we didn't tell anyone where we were going, (sorry, Mom) but I don't regret going away and enjoying where I was in life. These are memories that I cherish today.
Tonight we wave to our 20 year old daughter as she sets off on a "fun little trip". Gassed up car, EZ Pass mounted on the windshield and a cooler ready for her snacks. I offered just a little advice tonight...no matter what, nothing changes over the next 4 days, enjoy where you are and have fun, life and all it's challenges will be here when you return.
I am so proud of where she is in life and what her father and I have instilled in her: Independence, determination, a sense of adventure and responsibility. Have fun my love!
Monday, August 11, 2014
Friday, August 1, 2014
It's all gone to the dogs!
I remember a couple of years ago when we sat around our breakfast bar trying to list all of the things our now 6 year old Golden Retriever has eaten! We were laughing so hard! The list is long but not limited to a cell phone, drywall (yes a hole right through the wall), raw chicken (just about to be barbequed), dining room chairs, underwear (still a problem), countless loaves of bread, couch cushions, knobs on the lower drawers in the kitchen, Mackenzie's passport, Ian's Social Security card, yearbooks, and the list goes on.
Tonight we add to the list...Elvis ate Mackenzie's challah bread. As Mackenzie puts it, "MOM, HE ATE MY LAST 5 HOURS". I have to admit, I admired my daughter with her apron on, kneading the dough as I walked in from my afternoon errands today...I saw her patiently wait for her dough to rise and carefully braid the bread. As we went off to dinner (and she sacrificed coming with us so she could finish the bread and we could all enjoy the fruits of her labor) I was so proud of my little baker...I was also slightly confused, yet looking forward to tasting challah bread!
Needless to say, when I received the texts as we were wrapping up dinner (multiple and all in capital letters) that her 5 hour labor of love had been devoured by our pup, I was almost as devastated as she was.
Now, at 11:30 p.m., we are in full support of our daughter as she makes her second challah bread...we're all a little tired, but determined to get this second loaf done and safely put away! As with all of life's handouts, we try to discover the lesson in our daily trials. Mackenzie said she had learned never to pee again (because that is when Elvis jumped on the counter and stole the bread).
Hmmmmm.....
Tonight we add to the list...Elvis ate Mackenzie's challah bread. As Mackenzie puts it, "MOM, HE ATE MY LAST 5 HOURS". I have to admit, I admired my daughter with her apron on, kneading the dough as I walked in from my afternoon errands today...I saw her patiently wait for her dough to rise and carefully braid the bread. As we went off to dinner (and she sacrificed coming with us so she could finish the bread and we could all enjoy the fruits of her labor) I was so proud of my little baker...I was also slightly confused, yet looking forward to tasting challah bread!
Needless to say, when I received the texts as we were wrapping up dinner (multiple and all in capital letters) that her 5 hour labor of love had been devoured by our pup, I was almost as devastated as she was.
Now, at 11:30 p.m., we are in full support of our daughter as she makes her second challah bread...we're all a little tired, but determined to get this second loaf done and safely put away! As with all of life's handouts, we try to discover the lesson in our daily trials. Mackenzie said she had learned never to pee again (because that is when Elvis jumped on the counter and stole the bread).
Hmmmmm.....
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