1. Lucy: Bird Lover
Right now, Lucy is standing at our northern window watching birds. It’s nearly 3:30 PM and the sun is almost setting. On her What I’m Thankful For tree at Montessori she wrote, I am thankful for all the birds in our world and their bird houses. For Christmas, she’d like to give our neighborhood birds a house she’ll make in woodworking. She’s talking about what nails to use, and what sort of perch to build as a front bird porch. Sometimes she runs into our home, not quite both shoes off, and perches to watch more birds from our window.
2. Theatre and Costume Design
In one restless blink, November evaporated into piles of thread on my sewing room floor. I ran myself ragged like an unhemmed edge of velvet for this island’s Family Fall play. I’ve never before been off the page and beyond written word, and I must say I don’t believe I’ll take up a career in costume design, collection and construction. Really, I’m just so much better at writing. Keeping the pieces of a stage look together for a cast with numbers near seventy all the while washing Olive’s diapers, volunteering at two schools and performing award winning acts like emptying our dishwasher made my plate feel full. Really, really full. The saying bit off more than I can chew has never sounded truer. I learned so much about myself, so much about the importance of working with friends and for friends along the way to opening night; so much about relying on the help and guidance of others to make it through. I learned so much about creating a character from the stage and remain most comfortable, still, creating a character from the page and believe I will stick to writing. I feel honored for my lessons learned. I feel honored to have been a part of such a well written, well directed play. I feel honored to have been a part of Betty’s first play and I’m glad we shared the experience. It was incredible to see how many families helped out in the production, incredible to feel the sense of community.
Seriously, I’m still amazed at how many families helped out with smiles and love. I am so thankful to live on this island.
This I believe: it takes an island, it takes a harbor town to raise a child.
Olive was speechless on her front-row date to watch worker-bee Betty in the play Oh, No! Granny’s Got the Remote! Of course she loved the musical, the familiar faces, the well-written dialogue. And, oh, the songs. Still singing those songs.
For the first time in months, I’m filling my basket of finished knitted goods.
My sweet firstborn daughter turns seven in just a few days. She’s wild about crazy colors together, bikes without training wheels and butterflies. I can’t wait for her to wear the sweater that for some reason took me so very long to finish. It was supposed to be the first day of First Grade sweater. Alas, it’ll be the first day of age seven sweater. I believe she’s going to love this bolero.
Our rain boots are forever by the front door. There are so many excellent puddles this time of year.
8. Horse Lessons
When I was a little girl, I rode a horse named Teiko. (Allison, do you remember?) She was brown, loved apples and me. Still, my favorite thing about riding horses as girl was brushing my horse-pal and cleaning hooves with a pointy, sharp tool. In high school, I left horseback riding for ceramics and photography studios. Each time I scored a piece of pottery with the pointy tool I thought back to my days cleaning horse hooves. Really. Crazy, I know. My husband has heard me talk about this too many times he says after which he always says you’re a freak.
Lucy was able to choose what she wanted to do. She pondered ukulele, dance, taekwondo, gymnastics, piano for ten whole weeks before enthusiastically considering horse lessons. She was looking forward to feeding Whisper carrots and brushing her fluffy fur she said when she declared her choice.
At the dinner table, Luke couldn’t stop laughing when she explained her favorite part: Daddy! I got to use this stick pointy thing to clean out all the dirt around Whisper’s horse shoe. I loved it!
She couldn’t wait to tell her favorite shetland pony Whisper a few great jokes on the first day and continues to wonder just what sort of jokes ponies like and is convinced horses laugh.
Our island celebrated National Adoption Day with the adoption of a very special little girl. Just under a year ago she arrived into the home of my good friends and into the hearts of each and every person she’s come to know. There was a love celebration, a courtroom clad in pink and red, adorned with hearts and bubbles and so many tears of joy. Her Papa said it best, There are no foster children, just children. There are no foster families, just families. There are no adoptive parents, just parents. There are no adoptive children, just children. There wasn’t a dry eye during the ceremony and when he said this, I could think that there is only love and I believe dictionaries miss the mark with expanded definitions because it really is quite a simple thing indeed.
Her brother’s emphatic yes said it all when the judge asked if he was ready to have a sister for always, forever.
So much love on this day.
I’ve attended a birth, and now I’ve attended an adoption and standing witness to those powerful moments will forever remain at the top of my love this moment list.
Really, it’s insanely powerful stuff to stand before that much love.
All her best buddies looked on with love as my mind sped forward in time to when they’re teenagers.
Oh, her buddies were so happy for her, adorned adorable in pink, all smiles and hearts and giggles.
Lucy wrote her a special note, all pink marker scribbles, circles and zig zags, I love you so much and I’m so glad you are a part of our island family.
On my way out the door, I swooped up the little girl of honor and I told her how excited I was to be a part of this special day. She looked at me and said did you know I get to be a sister forever? Today is a great day.
Sigh. Love that little girl.
Betty said November storms make the bare branches look like out of control windshield wiper blades against the windows.
Sixty mph winds with stretching, crashing waves on our shores are such a normal piece of November.
Flickering lights, power outages and down trees keep Luke busy this time of year.
11. Loose Ends
I’m excited to turn the page of a scribbled and full November’s calendar, and not just because Betty’s birthday is at December’s start. I’ve got some very, very exciting bloggy news to report as December rolls along, and I look forward to coming here more. There’s posts in the wings, too, that will receive their final edit. Like:
Oh. My. Goodness. My third baby, little miss Olive June turned two on Halloween. I can’t wait to finish the edits on her birthday photos. It was a very, very special day.