Happy 80th!

February 8th, 2014. 
Today would have been my dear old dad's 80th birthday.
A milestone celebration missed  because longevity wasn't in the cards.
Unless the 66 years he was here WERE long enough and I missed that memo. (and there ARE very real elements of his years here that would quantify them as enough). Sigh.
Mostly, I'm just feeling a little sorry for myself tonight - and wishing I had figured out a few things before his time here was up. 
Much of the time I am able to feel strong and secure in knowing that dad is in a better place and I'll see him again one day - but SOME of the time I get mixed up about how we will make up for everything that was lost here. 
I wonder how delighted dad would be to share his birthday with a great grandson - Aaron Gabriel Sapp.  Seems to me it would put him over the moon!  But maybe that's just me.  I wonder how proud he would be of my MaryAnne and her husband & their young married decision to follow Jesus Christ.  Seems to me it would comfort him in ways indescribable.  But maybe that's just me.  I wonder what sort of advice he would have for my Benjamin as he starts out a career in an industry that he loved and knew and understood without a formal education.  Seems to me that he would marvel.  But maybe that's just me. 

I love you, Dad.  Happy 80th Birthday. 
From where you are I hope you can see all of the wonderful ways your grandchildren (1st and 2nd generation!) are like you and I hope it brings you some sort of "wow". 

DIFFERENT SPICE

Day before yesterday, I was INSPIRED by the lovely Ree Drummond (author of The Pioneer Cookbooks) to create a list of 15 ways my husband and I are different.  If you aren't acquainted with this amazing lady, do yourself a favor and make friends with her.  She is on facebook and other cool places (like Good Morning, America!) Her cookbooks are treasure keepers that offer so much more than good (and easy) recipes.  (Thank you, Anna Mo, for introducing me to Ree and for consistent inspiration in general)

Before I share my differences list, I must tell you that Ree has a pet name for her husband. This idea makes me gah gah.  It leaves me wondering why  I haven't yet cooked up a name for "my man". (we've been married 30 years!)   The thing is:  my friend, Greta, already uses THE BOSS for her man. Even though that name is soooo fitting for my guy,  I refuse to copy.  The other (honest) thing is:  the names I call my husband don't really reflect my never ending love and admiration for him.  I marvel at our differences.  It's just that  sometimes  they make me crazy and I blurt out unnecessary possibilities that I would rather not put in writing.  (I have tried calling him "LUCKY" a few times but it hasn't really stuck).

At first, I thought jotting down 15 differences between my husband and I  would be a cinch.  As it turned out, it was a  bit of a challenge.  But then, later in the day, more differences just popped in to my head.  And that's the thing about being inspired:  It's like your  head is filled with CRAZY GOOD dance moves.  All those good moves are set to music that you hope never ends.  And if does end, you are able to locate the repeat peat peat peat peat button.  I've come to the conclusion that I am addicted to inspiration. (is that even possible?).

ANYWAY.

Before I start with my list  let me tell you that my husbands name is Tim.  My name is Carol.  So, on the list, he is "T" and I am "C".  (And THINK about THIS: our last name is Pearson.  This fact  makes him T.P. .  He does not think this is funny.  I do.  SEE?)

15 Ways We're Different (my hubby and I) 

T: Methodical
C: Random

T: Patient
C: Snap! Snap!

T: Serious
C: Silly

T: Athletic
C: Creative

T: Runs on time if not early
C: Tends to be tardy

T: Skeptical
C: Trusting

T: Fears cookie dough
C: Eats cookie dough every time.  (Miracle! I am disease free)

T: Can read even when dog tired
C:  Falls asleep reading.  Sometimes before a paragraph is finished

T: Doesn't like surprises
C: Loves them

T: Likes making do
C: Desires luxury and extravagance

T: Ice-Cream
C: Donut

T: Doesn't wear cologne
C: Feels naked without a mist of "Heaven" by GAP

T: Can find car keys
C: Can't

T: Wants vegies at every meal
C: Wants Carbs FOR every meal

Tah Dah!  Wasn't that fun?  You should do a list.  I am thinking about doing a list of ways we are the same.  Or maybe a catalog of possible "pet" names for Tim.  As it is, the only names I call him regularly (like when I can't find my keys) don't suggest sweet romance.  Ahhh, homework assignment.  

Oh.
One more thing.  The differences that popped into my head after the official mission was complete:  T wants less and I want more (this is in particular reference to my current desire for a "retro" camp trailer.  He is so practical...I am not).   T is a spreader and  I am a stacker.  (this is in reference to how we conduct paperwork activities but is not limited to such business.  It is also how he keeps track of ALL of this things.  Spreading drives me crazy and is way worse than stacking)  T likes dogs and I prefer cats.  (need I mention that we have 2 inside the house dogs and zero cats??). Finally:   T likes dumb movies and I only like good ones.

Could it be our differences that keep things spicy?  (and what if I want sweet instead?  huh?)

THANK YOU, Ree Drummond for the inspiration.  I adore you.  My husband can't wait for me to cook more of your recipes! 

We Really Are

On May 27th, 1914 my "Granny Lyons" was born -  marking this day as her 99th birthday if she were still alive.   She was Janet McCrae until she married my grandpa in 1936, and she was "just a wife" until my mom was born later that same year.   Today, and always, I am beyond thankful to have had a grandma who adored me.  It's one of those wonky things...my thankfulness and her adoration -  because I  didn't really know it at "the time".  Never did  stop and say "wow! I am blessed" to have my grandma stand back and simply beam at me whenever we were in the same room.  She would make a sound whenever we hugged hello or good-bye that, at the time, I considered a "grandma thing" and I didn't pause one.   single.  time.  and consider that THIS is what unconditional love SOUNDS like. 
WHAT A GIANT BLESSING you were to me, Granny.  Thank you for giving me a suitcase for my birthday (full of underwear!!)...a suitcase that wasn't wrapped so I had to "hide my eyes!" while you placed the treasure on my lap!   It was such a big deal, that suit case.  You made me feel like such a big girl who would be able to pack a bag to come spend the night at your house!  I cherish the little treks we would take here and there in your VW BUG....me all tucked into that itty bitty compartment in the back.  I remember the way it felt to tag along with you to one of your card parties.  I know from stories told that you rocked the world of card playing - but on those days when I was by your side, you made me feel like I was the reason you were having such a ball. I will always be grateful for you pointing out that you loved the way Tim looked at me.  And again, at the time you said it, I didn't know what it meant. (and to be perfectly honest, I thought you were a little crazy!!)    I will always  remember the way it felt when you brought flowers from your yard to meet your great grandchildren, MaryAnne and Benjamin.  You beamed at them in the same way you beamed at me for all of my life.   And you made that sound while you beamed.
I have no idea what kind of cake you considered your favorite - my guess would be a cake shared with one or more of your grandchildren!    Today that cake would have had 99 candles on it.  Imagine!  There would be hootin' and howlin'  and more laughter than one heart could handle.  We would walk away from the gathering knowing something profound:  that WE REALLY ARE.  
Thank you for loving me, Granny.  Thank you  for adoring my siblings, my cousins and I.  I am so glad you were born 99 years ago and that the story would unfold to make you my granny. 

Amazing Grace

GRACE

I'm not proud of the fact that I am always running a little bit late.  It's mostly due to the life  habit of "dawdling" that I practice....which up until this  very moment, I thought was an endearing quality.  Um.  Actually, no.  It means to "waste time by acting or moving slowly".  I thought if I was having a good time, it wasn't a waste. ?? ..
Oh brother.
And never mind.

This post is supposed to be about "my word" for the year.  I chose it on Saturday.  I started the running late rant BECAUSE we are a full 27 days into the year and I am just now getting started! Sigh. 

I chose the word GRACE a little bit hesitantly  because I don't REALLY even  know what GRACE   means (probably because I've been wasting time all of these years).   I chose the word hesitantly because maybe I'm confused about GRACE like I have been about dawdling.

ANYWAY.
This morning at church, the second song we sang was:  "AMAZING GRACE.". (technically, it was the FIRST song for me.  I was....um.... late!).  It felt like a private and personal confirmation singing about AMAZING grace.  Not just plain old ordinary grace!   It read like "GO RIGHT AHEAD! Do it!  Invite GRACE into your life".   So. I did!  I have! I'm excited! 

According to the hymn,  it was grace that taught my heart to fear, it was grace that relieved the fear.   It has been grace that has brought me this far....and it's grace that will lead me home.

I don't know if grace and punctuality have anything AT ALL to do with one another....but I hope inviting grace into my life will make me less clumsy and dis-organized.  I hope it will teach me to stop wasting time.  

This and so much more.

WHAT HAVE YOU INVITED INTO YOUR LIFE THIS YEAR?

Changes

Watching the news tonight and am  trying to wrap my brain around a world without Hostess.  Perhaps because I can't think of my dearest Granny Lyons without eventually recalling her favorite Hostess variation, the HO-HO, and remembering both fondly.  Honestly,although I shared a few Ho-Ho's,  I never tasted the rave....but, still,  the whole concept of a chocolate covered chocolate cake filled with more whippy sugar represents perfection.  A perfection that I will miss.  Their whole line of tasty treats was marketed brilliantly in my opinion....even though ( I confess) I've never purchased a box of any of their concoctions. But what comfort they've given me over the years, in their white wax covered boxes, setting a happy standard of what will always be available.   DING- DONGS.  TWINKIES.  HO-HO's.  WONDER BREAD. SUZY Q's.  Brilliance.    I'm happy just saying the words and knowing they are there if I should happen to want them.   Crazy, but I'm  a little bit sad to hear they will soon be gone for good.  

CELEBRATE

October 30th.
What a glorious day to celebrate being born.
Back in 1954, my parents welcomed their second child into the world on this date.   I can only imagine how complete their life must have felt when Richard Lynn made his entrance into the world.  Hazy pictures, saved in shoe boxes over the years, provide necessary proof that it  all really was wonderful. 
Not perfect.
But wonderful.  
When Rick was eight, I was born.  Of course I never realized  the good fortune of being the baby sister until about now (I was 24 years old when he was killed in a logging accident and  I'm almost 50 now.  Sheesh.  Weird "half time" math mixed up in there....yikes... It's about time to celebrate!) 
I raise my glass to you, BlueBird. 
THANK YOU FOR BEING MY BROTHER!
Never ever once did I wonder how you felt about me.  You thought I was the greatest  and I knew it.  You took me under your own broken wing when our mom died by encouraging me to dry my tears and get ready for school each day. (I was 7, you were 15. IMAGINE). I liked it when you drove me around in your car with the windows down and the music up.  Way up. You trusted me with "our secret" when I discovered you smoking cigarettes at the bus stop!!   You carried me to safety when I fell off a bridge (breaking the "don't ride your bike across the bridge" rule in a rather dramatic way). You didn't pause or hesitate for a moment wondering how to save me.  You reacted the way any ordinary hero would and I felt safe.    Rick, you were the first "guest"  I saw on my wedding day as I prepared to walk down the isle....simply because you were arriving just in the nick of time!!   We met face to face and you beamed a reassuring smile in that moment that  I will never forget.  I loved  the way I felt seeing you there, approving of my choice and telling me everything would be alright.

The last time I saw my brother, I had baked him a birthday cake and delivered it to the hunting party he was a part of in Ukiah.  He had bagged an elk just prior to our arrival and he was elated. We sat around the campfire whoopin' and hollerin' about the days events. As the evening wore on, he talked about his children. Alot.   He was tickled with the souveniers he would be bringing back to them and, eventually,  he said he couldn't wait for me to have children.  He didn't have to convince me of his adoration and love for his children.  Selfishly, though, I still feel so fortunate that he longed for me to experience that same profound joy that made him complete.

It's pretty awesome to be loved. 


Tonight I celebrate being the little  sister of one EXTREMELY loving guy who taught me that if you love someone, let them know! And go on right ahead:  LOVE THEM UNCONDITIONALLY!  Protect them. Encourage them.  Save them when they need saving.  Roll the windows down and turn the radio up.  Sing along.  Make up words.  Smile Big.  Trust the people you love with your secrets and your shortcomings.  Tell them of your joys. 

SCHOOL PICTURE DAY

Today was picture day at the school where I am blessed to be employed.  Oh the frenzy of forgotten order forms & misplaced dollars!  Oh the nervous excitement of seeing the flash (it's so bright you can HEAR it!) and the anticipation of being "next".....
I asked a group of 3rd graders "why do you think we take photographs at school?"  Among the delightful responses, one little boy said "so our parents can remember what we looked like when we move out and get our own house".

Indeed and Amen. 

 What a delight it is to remember.  A single image can take you right  back to the days when you were living happily. ever. after. 
(if you are lucky....and I am!)   

 This is Benjamin in first grade.  He chose his shirt with care, and even though it wasn't an authentic "Hickory"  (like the one of his dreams)  this picture captures the spirit of the happiest boy in my life.  I like everything about his picture - other than the fact that on this blog,  it's looking rather blurry.  The image  conjures the best of memories.  The best.    When I look at this picture, I can feel myself sitting outside his first grade classroom with all the other mom's, waiting for the bell to ring.  I can see CLEARLY, my wonderful, silly son chirping like a bird on his way to receive his "knows more about science than the teacher" award he received on the last day of school.  I can hear the little neighbor boys who lived across the street but spent countless hours on our sidewalk at 830 Territorial sharing the endless hours between after school and time for dinner routine.

 This is MaryAnne Rachelle in third grade.  The outfit she wore was a hand.me.down skirt outfit  from her cousins Stacy & Amanda.  It was a  very favorite of mine.  She wore it with the cutest brown lace up boots you can imagine.  Doesn't she look like a confident, secure, and smart little cookie?  When I see this picture, I am driving a carload of girls to "on your toes" dance class and hearing MaryAnne tell her friend "I have a cousin who is prettier than Miss America".   Chapter books, sticker books galore!, stashes of colored pencils and markers, reams of paper and "Michelle" on  Friday night television.  I remember it all. And it is sweet.

This is me in 3rd grade. Dressed  up in my very best  favorite "maxi" dress of all time.  The long skirt portion of this frock was a perfect patchwork of prints & the black buttons on top made it a smart match with my multi-purpose, wear them every single day black shoes.  My teacher, Mrs. Kabler, was the single most feared teacher in elementary school yet she turned out to be my favorite.  I absolutely loved learning to measure with a ruler in 3rd grade.  Singing top 40 hit songs (with teacher  Bev Evanson) during music was the ultimate.  What --  with that darling maxi-dress, I was  practically, almost practicing  DAILY to be back up for the Partridge Family!

Here's hoping YOU are in the middle of making wonderful school picture day memories or that you have your fair share looking back at you.