Dear Isaac…

Dear Isaac,
Today you turn 6!  I need two hands to show your age now.  When did you get so big on me?!

You are our oldest.  Our first miracle.  You taught us so much. You’ve always had your own plans in life.  And as exasperating as that is sometimes I hope you continue marching to your own drum. Your traits that frustrate me most sometimes will one day be your greatest strength.

You came into this world defying odds.  Babies your size dont always come out screaming and as full of life as you did.  All 2lb 14oz of you.  I didnt know then how scared I should have been, all I knew was that I was finally a mama.  I spent your first day of life missing you terribly.  You were two weeks old before I held you. But I loved you from the first moment.  You were so handsome and tiny.  I didnt care about the tubes and wires, just that you looked a little like me, but were tall like your Daddy.   We were a family of three.

They day you came home was an amazing day!  63 days you were away from us.  I was so happy to have you home with us.  It was a little scary but we got by.  You made me and your Daddy grow up.  We had to be the adults.  You taught us that.

Today you are about to start first grade.  You are so smart, way smarter than you show people even.  You are so full of life.  And a whole lot stubborn, but I figure stubborn is what got you through the NICU and through a lot of life’s trials.

Being the oldest sometimes you have to share a lot of things. Sometimes you get “forgotten” when your brothers cause trouble.  But know you are never forgotten, and you are loved just as much.  You are special.  You are the oldest which has a big role, you have to set an example.  Its tough, I know, I’m the oldest, but you can handle it.  You can handle anything.

Happy Birthday, Isaac Terry, my big boy, my first baby.  Mama loves you a whole lot.

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Dear Thomas….

Dear Thomas,
Today you turn one.  We’ve spent a whole year with you in our arms now.

You are our third son.  You are our baby.  You are most likely our last child.  You are an answer to a complicated prayer.  When your two brothers were born so early, I prayed to God to remove the longing from my heart for a third child, or to give us a “happy accident” because I couldnt make the choice myself to risk baby number three.  God chose the latter.  He chose to show me that He was still in charge and working miracles.  When I had so much trouble conceiving your brothers, God chose to give you me by surprise.  It was scary.  I had to go through a few things to ensure you “stayed put” but God was in control.  And you were born happily healthy, full term, and got to come straight to my arms.

You spent your first night sleeping beside me, and for the past year you’ve never left that spot.  I love that you love me so much (remind me that at midnight tonight ok? ;-)) that you never want to leave my side.  You are a mama’s boy.  It makes my heart swell. Dont be mistaken, your brothers are sweeties too, but you have always had a special preference for me and it makes me smile amid the exhaustion.

You are my big boy.  My “Monster Baby”.  You will always be my baby.  You will always be my special boy.  I am so thankful that God decided to give you to me.  I am so thankful that I have you and can’t imagine life without you.  Happy FIrst Birthday, Thomas William.  Mama loves you

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Friends

I hope my boys stay close and grow up to be friends and not just brothers into adulthood.   I hope their wives become friends with each other.  I hope their children are friends.  I hope they dont squabble too much and look down on one another.  I hope they live relatively near each other.  I hope they never feel lonely.

Friends in life come and go.  Friendships have seasons.  People lose touch on accident.   People choose to lose touch.  Life is not a sitcom where you meet in a coffee house and laugh about your day.  Our great society of instantaneous contact gives us the false sense that we actually have 541 “friends” when the reality is 537 of them wouldn’t recognize you in WalMart. 

Social media gives us the highlights.  Shows us the fun moments.  Lets us see the happy selfies when were home in our sweats wishing for something to do.  It lets us look at growing kids without ever meeting them, or caring to.  Lets us say “Happy Birthday” but never have to bother with a cake.  Its nice. Its handy. Its easy.   Its sad.

Yes, today Im sad.  Im a little lonely.   Feeling a little pitiful.   But its okay, I have 541 friends though, right?  Don’t get me wrong, I have friends.  But the majority of the time Im not the hang out friend.  Most everybody has someone they do stuff with, a sister, a sister in law, a cousin,  a really close friend…..those things I do not have.  Which is why I hope my boys stick together.  Being lonely is no fun.  Especially for someone who is somewhat an introvert.   I hope my sons never ask themselves “what’s wrong with me?  Why am I excluded/forgotten/ignored?” 

Who are your real friends?   Family?  Neighbors?   A kindred soul who lives in your computer?

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Fifth Week of Summer Break

Still lots of garden stuff this week.  We dug potatoes.  Boys were good little potato pickers.  Muddy bath water that night but that’s a sign of a good summer day for country boys.

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Picked and put up corn.  Homestyle cream style is our favorite.  Boys also did a fair job shucking corn.  They love corn so we are making sure we put up plenty.

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We didnt have library program this week so we did an experiment of our own.  We did “little explosions”.  Basically dropped dropper fulls of colored vinegar on a plate of baking soda.  It was a hit.

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The 4th is big for us because the last 8 years, hubby has done our community show.  Its nothing professional, just small town USA at it’s finest.  We put a peanut butter jar up at THE store (tiny gas station) and community donates to THEIR show.  We take money to a generous supplier who gives us a deal to stretch our money.   People come and sit on tailgates and enjoy.   Show lasts about 15 minutes.  I’m proud of my hubbys hard work and planning,  he does a great job.  He has a few volunteers of fellow volunteer firefighters but basically on the 4th we don’t see too much of him.
The Master at work…

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But the hard work pays off.  Great crowd and great donations so I think others agree,
The goods.

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The crowd.

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His biggest fan..

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Show was beautiful…

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Now were recovered and back to gardening.  These pintos won’t shell themselves.   However luckily I can do that job indoors, as it appears summer is here.

Parting shot of my 3 little firecrackers.