Augustine was the name chosen
should this new arrival be a girl but as her mother laboured she knew, with certainty there would be no “ine”
She is August, born in May
esteemed and venerable a name fit for a leader – I can attest to her ability to run the show – definitely rules my heart.
(For Eugi’s Causerie Weekly Prompt:
What a week. Within days of listing, we had several house showings. The fourth couple through showed interest. They had one other house to view the next day.
“There should be an offer coming tomorrow,” the realtor advised us. She called the next morning to say she’d be by at 5:00 for us to sign. The offer was a good one.
4:00 p.m. we get another call. “The sale is off. Family emergency.”
So we continue to vacate the house for others to come through, trying hard to let go of the disappointment.
Meanwhile, every morning I wake up from sleep with the same song running through my mind:
My guardian angel must be Rastafarian. Anyway, I appreciate the good vibes. So at the moment, this is my
I also appreciate the array of tunes shared this week. The music has carried me through.
– I Write Her Found My Mojo – Sgeoil Business As Usual – Heart to Heart I Never Promised You a Rose Garden – Eugi’s Causerie II Rock On – michnavs Our Song – Stuff and what if… Theme Song MMA Storytime’s Theme Song – parallax Many Songs , one letter UP You Just Might Find – chosenperspectives Theme Song Keith added in the comments: Danny’s Song and Rainy Day People. Thanks again and see you tomorrow for a new challenge.
Hunt for Joy Challenge this week is:
sit in the sunshine. The sun is always shining when little ones are about.
“Wait till I tell my Mom I’m having hot chocolate for dinner! Do you have marshmallows, too?” she’d excitedly asked the waitress.
“No marshmallows, but we have whip cream.”
Children are so easy to please. I’d been in emergency all day, but didn’t want to cancel plans, so Ric picked her up from school and we three went to a local diner for early supper.
Able to read her own menu now, her eyes lit up at the sight of her favourite beverage. No vegetables touched her plate that night, a sin her mother is sure to scold me about, but in light of the day I’d had, I just wanted to soak in her joy.
Afterwards, we drove around to see the Christmas lights and then home for some television, a snuggle, and bed. All pretty low key.
“Staying at Grandma’s is so so fun!” she told her sister when they came to pick her up the next morning. “You get treats, and to stay up late.”
Don’t worry Mom, she didn’t even finish the hot chocolate.
As for me – my cup was overflowing.
(Thursdays I dedicate to celebrating the blessings in my life, which often translates to sharing Grandma stories. Can’t help it. They are the best, through my eyes.)
There is nothing like a baby around to lift the spirits. And, they make me nostalgic. As does this video of our granddaughter’s recent carolling.
Where have the years gone?
(For Nancy Merrill’s A Photo A Week:
babies, and Lens-Artists: nostalgic)
(For Nancy Merrill’s A Photo a Week Challenge:
“I wish I was a boy, Grandma.”
“What makes you say that?”
“Boys don’t get their monthly thing and they don’t have to birth babies.”
I remember thinking the same thing. I also remember how unfair the world seemed, growing up in the era of Women’s Lib, recognizing the broad stroke of inequality.
I didn’t have any pat answer in the moment. After she left, I wished I’d said the things no one ever said to me:
Life is about choices. You don’t
have to do anything.
All experience is valid.
We cannot know why we are born a certain way, but if we are patient and trusting, we will come to find purpose.
Everyone struggles; it is the nature of life. What we do with the struggle is what makes a difference.
Not all pain is physical. Enduring pain gives us strength.
The joy you will experience will far outweigh the pain.
It is easy to fear what we don’t understand; in time, your perspective will change.
Give life a chance.
(For Reena’s Exploration Challenge:
If Only I Knew…)
In candid moments much is revealed
the curiosity of youth, unabashed
A mind constantly processing
the exuberance of a playful soul.
(For Cee’s Black & White photo challenge:
delightful youth, my heart’s jewel, you are light-bearer, hope for the future –
laughter contagious, spreading joy, sparking imagination –
I pray that your spirit
remains joyously vibrant, that reality dawns gently – polishes the radiance of your glow.
A Child Glows in November of 2018 in celebration of my granddaughters. I have edited here, slightly. Image from personal collection.
The focus this week was
child/childhood. The topic elicited a wide range of responses and I have a feeling could serve as a prompt for a whole year without being exhausted.
Thanks to all who participated.
Proscenium WANDERLUST AND WONDERMENT radhikasreflection Stuff and what if… one letter UP Sealing Wax Notes Sgeoil AWISEWOMANSJOURNEY parallax
Age allots me the excuse to ignore fashion,
invites me to wear bright colours, dance
in offbeat shoes, wear hats of any flair,
and announce my mood in any given moment.
Yes, being a senior citizen is most freeing –
not unlike my childish kin.
(For Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge:
fashion. Also submitting to V.J.’s weekly challenge: child/ childhood. Photo and hair credit for featured photo goes to my daughter Sylvie. )