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  1. 5...

    Saturday, 2 July 2011

    Amy turned 5 yesterday.

    She flounced into our room at 6am exclaiming "say happy birthday to me!"

    She wanted chocolate cake for dinner.

    She wore fairy wings and a coronet all day.

    We watched fireworks at night... of course, they were just for her on her birthday.

    She stole my heart (again) completely, totally, and irrevocably.


    Posted by Jen at Saturday, July 02, 2011 | Labels: , , | 2 comments | | |

  2. What is left over...

    Monday, 15 November 2010

    I've been south, helping my very precious, dear friend prepare her wedding day.

    The nuptials were Saturday, and I've never seen a more deliriously happy bride in my life. Especially one that was so sure she'd never, ever want to marry.

    She's about to cry here... walking down the aisle with her dad.

    Love, especially when gifted by God, is such a beautiful, life changing thing.

     Renée & Kevin

    The quote they placed in their order of service was so very apt to them and their story, and I'd like to share it here, as a reminder for all those married (including myself!) that love is so much more than heart flutterings and "in love-ness".

    Be blessed in your marriages today and onwards.


    "Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossoms had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two."
    ~ St. Augustine

    Posted by Jen at Monday, November 15, 2010 | Labels: , , , | 1 comments | | |

  3. FOR MY SIXTH, AT TEN WEEKS

    Wednesday, 9 June 2010


    Mother, oh Mother, come shake out your cloth,
    Empty the dustpan, poison the moth,


    Hang out the washing and butter the bread,
    Sew on a button and make up a bed.

    Where is the mother whose house is so shocking?
    She’s up in the nursery, blissfully rocking.


    Oh, I’ve grown shiftless as Little Boy Blue
    (Lullaby, rockaby, lullaby loo).


    Dishes are waiting and bills are past due
    (Pat-a-cake, darling, and peek, peekaboo).


    The shopping’s not done and there’s nothing for stew
    And out in the yard there’s a hullabaloo


    But I’m playing Kanga and this is my Roo.
    Look! Aren’t her eyes the most wonderful hue?
    (Lullaby, rockaby, lullaby loo).


    The cleaning and scrubbing will wait till tomorrow,
    For children grow up, as I’ve learned to my sorrow.


    So quiet down, cobwebs. Dust go to sleep.
    I’m rocking my baby and babies don’t keep.

    ~ Ruth Hulbert Hamilton "Song for a Fift Child"~

    Posted by Jen at Wednesday, June 09, 2010 | Labels: , , , , , , | 4 comments | | |



  4. I don't love you as if you were the salt-rose,
    topaz or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:


    I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
    in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

    I love you as the plant that doesn't bloom and carries
    hidden within itself the light of those flowers,


    and thanks to your love, darkly in my body
    lives the dense fragrance that rises from the earth.


    I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,
    I love you simply, without problems or pride:


    I love you in this way because I don't know any other way of loving
    but this, in which there is no I or you,


    so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand,
    so intimate that when I fall asleep it is your eyes that close.

    ~Pablo Neruda ... Sonnet 17~


    Happy 8th Wedding anniversary, my love.

    You're still the only one that feels like home.

    Posted by Jen at Monday, June 07, 2010 | Labels: , , , | 0 comments | | |