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This is the face of an angel. She looks like an angel. She sings like an angel, though she won't sing for me anymore. She acts like an angel, except when her sisters "borrow" her jewelry, or when there are too many people visiting her in her room. She has been an angel to many people in her life. I've hardly known another person who is so good to others, is so sweet, that everyone considers her friend or that think of her as their daughter. The name angel has come to stick with Syd and myself. Jared gave me a charm necklace years ago, with a charm representing each of our kids. Syd's was an angel. I picked out and planted roses that reminded me of all my kids, Syd's was "Angel Face". I have three or four Christmas ornaments on "MY" tree that represent each of my kids, you guessed it, Syd's is an aardvark, just seeing if you're still paying attention. No, it's more angels. My little angel is patient and content, usually. She just waits for us, everyone, ME, to do the right thing. If it isn't going to happen , she just gives one reminder and then fixes it for everyone. She just got her braces off this week and she looks even more beautiful. She turns 22 this week and starts cosmetology school next week! It's an exciting new start for her and I couldn't be more proud of the woman she has become. Perhaps I have proof that there ARE angels among us! Happy Birthday, Syd! I love you to costco and back!Tuesday, February 24, 2009
When Good Kids Go Bad
This is the face of an angel. She looks like an angel. She sings like an angel, though she won't sing for me anymore. She acts like an angel, except when her sisters "borrow" her jewelry, or when there are too many people visiting her in her room. She has been an angel to many people in her life. I've hardly known another person who is so good to others, is so sweet, that everyone considers her friend or that think of her as their daughter. The name angel has come to stick with Syd and myself. Jared gave me a charm necklace years ago, with a charm representing each of our kids. Syd's was an angel. I picked out and planted roses that reminded me of all my kids, Syd's was "Angel Face". I have three or four Christmas ornaments on "MY" tree that represent each of my kids, you guessed it, Syd's is an aardvark, just seeing if you're still paying attention. No, it's more angels. My little angel is patient and content, usually. She just waits for us, everyone, ME, to do the right thing. If it isn't going to happen , she just gives one reminder and then fixes it for everyone. She just got her braces off this week and she looks even more beautiful. She turns 22 this week and starts cosmetology school next week! It's an exciting new start for her and I couldn't be more proud of the woman she has become. Perhaps I have proof that there ARE angels among us! Happy Birthday, Syd! I love you to costco and back!
Sunday, February 8, 2009
When Baby grows up
You know that gray area between sleep and awake, I think it's called twilight sleep, but things don't seem real and yet they are vivid and colorful? That's the place I fin
d myself lately as I look at photos of my children. Where did the time go? When did my baby who cried for years straight( yes, I said years) become a young woman? When exactly was that moment that she became independent, began wearing more than glitter lipgloss, started brushing her teeth without being reminded, could do her hair unassisted, became old enough to ask for a phone and seem to be old enough to need it on occasion? And then for a moment, a very brief moment, she slips back and wants to hold my hand. Then just as quickly,the moment is silvery-gray, almost hazy, just like the dream of my baby being placed in my arms.
d myself lately as I look at photos of my children. Where did the time go? When did my baby who cried for years straight( yes, I said years) become a young woman? When exactly was that moment that she became independent, began wearing more than glitter lipgloss, started brushing her teeth without being reminded, could do her hair unassisted, became old enough to ask for a phone and seem to be old enough to need it on occasion? And then for a moment, a very brief moment, she slips back and wants to hold my hand. Then just as quickly,the moment is silvery-gray, almost hazy, just like the dream of my baby being placed in my arms.
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