SKYE-BIRD:  “Loving the color, Mama…the fit?  Not so much yet.”

MAMA:  “Hang on, Baby-Doll.  I’ll fix it.”

S-B:  “Yeah?  Well, you might want to step on it.”

M: “Oh, John, look!   She’s so cute!   – ha, ha – take a picture, take-a-picture!”

S-B: “This is ridiculous.”

M: “Hurry, Hurry!”

S-B:  “Ok, People.  Listen-here:  YOU got to go up in the cool Blue Tower.

YOU get to have hot, strong Irish Breakfast tea and apfel strudel.  YOU get to walk around and look anywhere you like, all under your own power.

That’s it.  I’ve had it.  No more pictures today.  This thing is coming ….OFF!”

DADDY:  “Daddy loves Skye.”

S-B:  “All better now.”

Last Sunday, we met up with some friends and went to Maulbronn to see the Easter Egg Market.

 
Germans make a big deal about Easter and combine many Orthodox traditions with their own (think:  red eggs everywhere!), and mix in ancient Pagan customs, too.  The mix of Earth Spirituality and Judeo-Christianity is interesting, and so different than the States.

We met up after church, so Skye had on her very de rigueur cloche, and her bunny coat (of course!) and we were proud to show her off.  The Germans loved her, proclaiming her to be “so süß!” at every turn. (Sweet? Yes, she certainly is.)

She is growing so fast.  She is all clear, ice-blue eyes, pink skin, sweet breath and breathless squeals.   

Yesterday, we saw what we had been feeling for days – her first tooth – on the bottom, just right of center.  She is a little whimpery, a little irritable, but she responds well to cuddling and kisses and me stroking her face and hair over and over, gently and quietly.  The way this little one stares at you when you talk to her is just amazing – a still, calm demeanor that I’m thankful she seems to have inherited from her lovely birthmother.   I am also so thankful for a bond that we seem to share already, namely that when she is most distressed the one who can soothe her is Mama. 

We’re cherishing this year, these first milestones.   

We sure love our girl.

* Pictures courtesy of our friend, Lisa. 

Today we said So Long to our beautiful “Ava Mae.”

We’ll see you in a few years, Girl.  Sleep tight.

I was thinking about my ring the other day – the ring you see here:

It’s simple.  It’s yellow gold (which much to my dismay, has fallen rather out of favor these days…) and is inlaid with 10 small, square diamonds that lie flat and even – no danger of snags or of posts breaking off at the setting.  It goes with a wide (very wide – love (!) — which you can see in the picture, too) gold band.  That band was my mom’s original wedding ring.  She gave it to me because I needed a simple band to wear when I deployed, and the idea of wearing a band from my parents meant a lot to me. 

The two rings go together so well, that you’d think they were a match made in Heaven – but they actually came together 39 years apart.  Here’s the story of Ring #2:

John and I have had some times together – really wonderful trips, whether they were international destinations or just local jaunts.  The Ring Trek happened in Loch Torridon, Scotland, in June of 2007. 

We were gone – gallivanting around the entire wonderful country for three weeks, and Armour joined us for the latter half.  It was our last trip before leaving Europe – a terrific time - one filled with laughter and experiences I doubt any of us will forget.

So there we were on Week 1, about Day 4.  After a proper fry-up breakfast, we needed some air and exercise.  It’s still brisk in the mornings in June in the north of Scotland, and I was glad of it.  I was queasy after eating way too much bacon and was in a foul mood.  John was treading lightly, poor guy, and suggested we go for a “hike.”  “I’ll bring snacks and water, Hol – you don’t have to carry anything.”  

Although a casual stroll around the East end of the Loch was what I’d had in mind, I agreed, and off we went, driving down the wrong side of the road. 

The trek started easily enough; the terrain on the moors is deceiving.  Everything looks a lot closer than it is.  John had a summit in mind – and kept checking the map to make sure we were going the right way. 

For about three hours, I trudged on ahead, or trudged along behind – take your pick.  I was cranky, nauseated, and wanted to back to the Great Hall at the lodge and have a glass of wine (this was back when I drank…but the story of me stopping drinking is for another post entirely.)

At the three hour mark, my patience was a frayed edge, starting to unravel, and I was ready to stop and turn around – screw the summit!  Just then, we crested a hill, and ran smack into a gorgeous mirror of a lake  – its flat surface unbroken and shielded from the wind by peat and heather and rocks. 

I stopped and rested and John stopped, too.  He kept looking at me, which ordinarily, just makes my heart beat faster – John’s is a careful, measured stare.  If you’ve ever had it trained on you, it truly makes you know you’re being considered. 

“The Look” this particular afternoon was a bit bemused, a bit cagey.

I should have known.  (I’d been cranky all day, People.  Just a real Pill.)

And he says to me:

“Hol, I worry when you get upset.”

“Huh?  What are you talking about, John?”

“Well, it makes me wonder.”

Me, looking at the lake, not paying attention to him, lost in my irritability – I didn’t answer.

“Hol, it makes me wonder if you are ever sorry you married me.  I mean, when I asked you, I didn’t even do it right.”

Hoo Boy.  So now I felt really terrible.  “Had he been worried about this for the entire last three hours?” I asked myself, thinking simultaneously how my mood had ruined a perfectly good vacation day…and that truth be known, his proposal was romantic precisely because it was so unplanned.  It was in a car, for Heaven’s sake…so no, it wasn’t done “right” – but it was absolutely fine by me and it achieved the goal. 

“John?  What?  Of course I don’t regret marrying you!  Best decision I ever made!” 

As I turn around, he’s on his knee, close to me, with the ring in his big fingers – with a grin on his face – saying, “Well, good.  Because I want to ask you to marry me, ok?  All over again?  Would you, Hol?”

And that’s why that ring is always on – whether it’s nested in between the fancy-schwancy platinum set we got married with – or with my deployment band that my mom wore on her combat tour in Vietnam – it’s my memory of, and my anchor to, the Best Man I Know.

Once again, an overdue post.  So much for my promise to John to update every day this year. Grrr.

New computers won’t be in our hands for another couple months … we refuse to put them on credit.  So in the meantime, I make do with a teeny little computer with dreadful screen resolution and with which I cannot even Skype with John. 

Anyway. It’s Sunday morning, I’m grumpy for the reasons above, and was looking through my pictures and found these from the January 2nd outing with my Aunt Sara and Uncle Pete.  We went to visit a place that Uncle Pete had visited as a child (his family had their winter homes there), and where he brought Aunt Sara soon after they were married.  It’s a beautiful, beautiful place – and it is steeped in the Art Deco aesthetic that I so love. 

And the memory of that little trip, plus their visit in general, and a good strong cup of coffee this morning put my bad mood at bay.  There’s plenty to be happy about.

Do enjoy these photos, as I did.

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The Christmas tree was still up! Fellow observers of the Full Twelve Days of Christmas. Love that.

The details in the private section of the Gardens were exquisite – like this crane lamp, and the sconce:

This is what visitors to the public side never see – I felt so lucky that day.

Hello, Lovely.

There was a mated pair of these swans at the base of the Tower.  She made me want a pair for myself someday.

The incredible marble and coquina “Singing Tower” was the highlight.

And once again, John was missed.

Families are great. Family traditions are great, too – like the familiar silver pheasants on my Aunt’s Thanksgiving table.

We’re here (we being my mom and my dad and I) at Armour & Tanya’s in Delaware.  It’s a great house, warm and inviting. 

Tanya is expecting *my niece!* Alexandra in late March.  I don’t think “excited” covers it for me. 

I went running today – a long, slow run – with my little iPod Shuffle on, and as normally happens with a long, slow run – there is plenty of time for thinking.  Delaware is hilly.   As luck would have it, the 30 minutes out was mostly uphill (that is lucky…because the 30 minutes back was an easy series of downhills!) 

I wasn’t thinking much beyond “one-foot-in-front-of-the-other” on the way out…but on the way back, my thoughts wandered.  I thought about how happy my brother is, and what a wonderful welcoming place he and Tanya have made here – and how I can’t wait to meet their little girl.  That made me think about what kind of father my brother will be, and how I am looking forward to that evolution…Life can be so Beautiful, you know?

It made me think about my own dad and my earliest memory of him – which oddly enough involves running:

I was little – maybe 2 or 3 years old, and we were stationed in Germany.  My mom and I were up at the top of a cobblestone hill, and my dad was at the bottom.  I wanted to *get* to him…like, fast.  So I started running. 

My legs were carrying me fine, but nearing the bottom, I panicked.  My dad’s face, looking at me, was also panicked.  What I could not have known at the time was how worried he was; my mom told me later that if I’d fallen, my face would have been crushed beyond repair.  My legs were just moving too fast – gravity, inertia – it would have all overtaken me if he hadn’t been there, poised like an NHL goalie, ready to catch his little girl. 

But he did.  And my first memory of my dad was that he saved me.  

That’s a great legacy for Alex.

I’m driving from Florida to New Hampshire for Thanksgiving.

I’m just going to let that sink in.

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On the way up, my mom and I stopped to see my aunt and uncle at their Riverhouse.

My uncle built a new addition, right on the riverbank, dedicated to my grandmother – my mom & my aunt’s mother – who liked to sit right where the pavilion sits now, with her glass of water (paper napkin wrapped around it) and her cane pole.

We had a fire the night we arrived, with hot cider…

…and a fire the next morning, when we had breakfast.

The morning was cold and foggy.

Perfect.

But we were missing John, especially considering the duck hunting to be done.

It’s been a Long Absence again. I have a myriad of excuses – mostly time-related, but also due to equipment. John and I are about to be out of debt after nearly 7 years of carrying around a LOT of it. It’s such a burden, and I applaud those who are good with their money, because I’m ashamed we are not.

Our verse for our marriage is “To whom much is given, much is expected.” – and we believe it, People. So, we continue to give away, but truly, what is the purpose of building wealth? It’s to give, to make a difference, to help.  We can, and should do more – we should not be throwing it away on credit card debt.

So, anyway – we will finally be able to get new computers…MacPros (YIPPEE!) next month. I told John that I’d try and post every day because he wants me to: “I don’t even know what the house looks like anymore, Hol.  Trust me.  There’s beauty to me in what you consider the mundane details.”

Wow. Wife of the Year – RIGHT HERE. 

Anyway, we spent two idyllic days in a faraway place where he will be for the next half-a-year, and ended every evening of that very brief respite (three of them) with steaming mugs and chilly air, and a beautiful, beautiful view.  We talked about the future – and our plans for it.

My favorite kind of conversation.

With my favorite person.

“Now John himself was clothed in camel’s hair, with a leather belt around his waist; and his food was locusts and wild honey.

“Then Jerusalem, all Judea, and all the region around the Jordan went out to him and were baptized by him in the Jordan, confessing their sins.”




“…and he said

‘I indeed baptize you with water unto repentance, but He who is coming
after me is mightier than I, whose sandals I am not worthy to carry. He will
baptize you with the Holy Spirit and fire. His winnowing fan is in His hand,
and He will thoroughly clean out His threshing floor, and gather His wheat
into the barn; but He will burn up the chaff with unquenchable fire.’ “

“When He had been baptized, Jesus came up immediately from the water; and behold, the heavens were opened to Him, and He saw the Spirit of God descending like a dove and alighting upon Him.”

~ Matthew 3: 1 – 17