Only A Week Away!

Hi!

Do you see the one with the stunning pink glass frames and lovely green scarf/toque ensemble? The hatless one not-so-successfully giving her "baby" a piggyback ride?

Well, that one is getting married in exactly one week.


The one posing with her? Her maid of honour.


How is this even possible?



 As your kids are growing up, your only wish for them is to be happy and healthy, and have a good life. As you change diapers, give baths, sing to sleep, read stories, play hide-and not so seek, chaperon school dances, drive to different sporting events, wipe tears, have long talks, try to explain bullying, teach kindness, acceptance, sharing, and compromise, this remains your most heartfelt wish.

Why is it, then, that a small part of you feels and bit saddened when your wish is granted? Why is there even a hint of bitter with the sweet?

After all this is what you hoped for, dreamed of, and so desperately wanted for your kid.

I'm thinking that somehow, this, getting married, is the final step in making it official. The last step, in becoming a full fledged adult. They have taken that leap of faith and love. They have met their someone, and are committing to them for the rest of their lives. Like I did, like we did, some 28 years ago.


I know, I know, they've been adults for a while now, all of them. They have been independent, successful in their careers, bought houses, blah blah blah blah blah blah blah, I know. But, for some reason, this just feels a bit.... different.

I am aware that this may not make a lot of sense. I don't think it has to. It just is.


So after a busy week at the shop and running some next to last minute wedding errands, I'm kinda runnin' on fumes. So please forgive the briefness of this week's ramblings, and maybe the extra rambliness (new word)!


As for the next few days? Well, I think you can probably take a pretty solid guess as to what I'll be up to.



For now, I'll leave you with this wish...............


May sleep envelope you deeply, and release you only when you are fully restored.
May you have some day left at the end of your tasks, time to relax, maybe even get bored.

May everything fall into place, with but a slight nudge to set it where it needs to be.
May it all go as they have dreamed and worked for, the best day ever, where "I" becomes "we".



Well folks that about does it for this week.



Until next time..............



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From Canada, To China, To Russia And Back!

Hi!






Well, it's been another busy week!


We ended last week/began this one playing for a wedding held at a ranch.

What I think I enjoy most is that weddings are like snowflakes, no two are the same. They are beautifully unique, each creating and reflecting their own personalities.

I love that couples are thinking outside of traditions, putting their personal stamp on their day. Writing their own vows instead of reciting the words of someone else, incorporating sand ceremonies, kids giving toasts, black tie affairs, bar-b-ques, or something in between.

I love that it then truly becomes their wedding. An authentic representation of who they are as they move forward as a brand new family.

"Weddings" are so full of joy, laughter, dancing, and romance, a complete celebration of love and commitment. "Marriage" is the art of carrying all of that through your entire lives. After the music fades, and the lights dim in the wake of inevitable crap storms, your "marriage" will need you. It will need you to protect it, keep it strong, nurture it, help it grow. You will need to feed it generous doses of patience and understanding, compromise, and trust. You will need to find romance where you thought there was none. You will need to continue to laugh and dance and find joy, especially when things are hard. Most importantly you will need to put your marriage first. First before career, first before friends, first before outside opinion.....first.

When all is said and done, it really won't matter where you worked, how much money you made, or what the Neighbours thought of your lawn. All that will matter is who is still there, holding your hand..............







The remainder of the past week was filled with a flurry of activity at the shop, a day of  prep for our daughter's wedding, and a visit from a very dear friend.




So, as I sat down this evening to begin putting this week's ramblings on the page, I thought I'd take a peek and see where they may have landed in the last few days.


I am truly humbled and forever grateful for the continued support.


To hear from readers that a certain blog or "wish" helped them through a tough time, helped them feel a little less alone, or helped them find the humour in something that was going on in their lives simply fills my soul.




It amazes me everyday that I get to live this life. Thank you.




As for the days ahead..............


You guessed it, it will  be another busy one at the shop..............

More Daughter's wedding prep (we are now only 2 wks away!)

Squeeze some grandmunchkins.........................


Write!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!






That, my friends, about does it for another week. Until next time I'll leave you with this wish...............




May you see beyond your actions, and see the ripples they may cause.
May you know negative ripples travel just as far and fast, take a beat, take pause.

May you fight for what is real, what is yours, for what you know is true.
May you stand up for the life you really want, as it won't be handed to you.

May you speak the words that live in your heart, the ones you fear to give a voice.
May you find the courage to then take action, decide to live happy, for it is your choice.    



Until next time.......................


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There May or May Not Have Been.........................

Hi!





Ok....so a few shenanigans may or may not have taken place over the past weekend.......maybe......

There may or may not have been a bit of dirty dancing conga line crashing. There may or may not have been some drunkenese spoken with such a thick accent that the only thing understood was a demand for dancing, a refusal for dancing, and a guy who really didn't want his name to be Jose. There may or may not have been a few adult beverages of varying strengths, proportions, and colours involved................maybe.....


All in all it was a blast! It was so fun to hang out with our girls and just have a good time.

Then it was back home, rest a bit, then back to the shop on Monday!

That was the day I got to go on a bit of a field trip to the City for parts..........Construction, the season that piggybacks every season that doesn't involve snow.


As you sit in the line up waiting, it becomes fairly apparent, fairly quickly that, in general, humanity seems to approach this impromptu lesson in patience in one of two ways.

Some people get agitated almost instantly. You can see them making frustrated gestures, banging steering wheels, ever trying to inch ahead, even though the line is completely still, like that extra inch will somehow get them to their destination faster.

Others, take this opportunity to check their phones, bop along to the music on the radio, some even leaving their vehicles to chat with  fellow hostages. There is absolutely nothing you can do about it, so you might as well enjoy the down time.

Personally, I choose to indulge in the latter. Why get yourself all worked up, anxious and frustrated over something like this?

I am neither a surgeon on my way to perform an emergent, life saving procedure, nor a courier of donated organs, where time is paramount. I am just a person going down the highway.....slowly. 45 minutes one way or the other just isn't going to have any kind of earth shattering impact.

Travelling our busy highways can get a bit crazy, especially on these long weekends. Just remember, whomever you are going to see would much rather have you show up late, and in one piece, than suffer the alternative.

Enjoy the downtime.


Well, as predicted, this week has been very busy.


I did manage, however, to rectify the whole lack of grandbaby squeezes situation that has plagued the calendar, as of late. Dang they are cute! I got to hear all about soccer practice, math homework, a wonderful collection of sticks, dinosaurs, and a very animated conversation with our sweet Peanut, filled mostly with babynese and and lot of talking with her hands.

Music is ready to go for this weekend's wedding...............

Laundry is caught up...for now.....

Some dust bunnies have been hunted down and put to rest................


As for the next bit................

Shop will be busy..........

WRITE!!!!!

Get some last bits of daughter's wedding worked out......3wks away!!!!!



Well that about does it for this time................


Until next time..........not every day is a good day, so for those going through some bad ones.............




May the darkness be lifted at least so far as to see the light you truly are.
May you recognize that a bad day is simply that, a day, a new one is never far.

May you see that we are with you, every step, every stumble, every anxious breath.
May you know, even though the right words struggle to find flight, we do our very best.

May you rediscover your joy, it's still there, it's just hiding, frightened of the dark.
May you bring it out into the sunshine, let it feel the breeze, take hold, light a spark.

May you find you your smile, the real one, not the one painted on the mask.
May you find it, nurture it, and keep it, do whatever it takes to make it last.




Until next week..............


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The Mother Of All Days!

Happy Mother's Day!



You may recognize this group of hooligans from previous photos. One of which is I....the head hooligan, so to speak.....the others...........


Well, the others in this photo are the reason I am.  They are the reason I've done everything........anything.  They are why whenever I have felt like I can't, I do. They are why I know my love is limitless. They are why I smile. They are why I breathe. That never goes away.

That is probably a very good thing because...........They are also why I started getting grey hair at a young age. They are why I get a sharp pain in my right hip, every now and again. They are why my cellulite isn't so lite. They are why my abdomen looks like some faded map penned by a visually impaired, drunken topographer who refuses to draw with anything but the white crayon.

In short, they are a piece of every part of who I am.


They are strong, independent, fiercely loyal, and incredibly kind individuals. They each have a great capacity for compassion and are never afraid to show it. They stand up for what they believe, ever willing to fight for it.


Definitely worth a tangle or two with a certain drunken topographer..........................

And now that they are adults and the parental heavy lifting has become more of a leisurely stroll with an occasional steadying hand, it's become so much fun to just hang out with them as grown women.


Tomorrow will be one of those days, as we will be attending the youngest daughter's wedding shower. There may be some shenanigans involved..........maybe...........likely..........probably............


As for the past week................................


Busy..busy...busy....shop is busy.......awesome!


Put finishing touches on wedding music for next weekend.......................


Did not get to squeeze one grandbaby under the age of 7..........need to rectify that............


As for the upcoming week...............

Enjoy tomorrow!

Will be hoppin at the shop.................

Work on music for our daughter's wedding.............

WRITE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Squeeze every grandbaby at least once!!!!


That about does it for another week............until next time



May the privilege of motherhood not be lost in the giant piles of dirty clothes.
May your heartstrings be pulled at least as much as your pant legs, what's on your fingers?! Gross!

May you remember intently the sweet newborn smell that filled you with such awe.
May you remember this feeling as your toddler claims your entire wall as his canvas on which to draw.

May the love that fills you as you gaze upon those big eyes stand strong, stay true.
May it stay as such, as you discover every door knob, every light switch covered in a mysterious goo.

May the vision of those cherub cheeks burn into your very soul, etched forever deep.
May you visualize this clearly at the first sign of teenage disdain, adolescence will soak and steep.

May you recall the bountiful snuggles, abundant kisses and hugs, daily, without thought, a given.
May you soak them in now at every given chance, for they are busy, people to see, lives to be livin'.

May you recall the one for whom you are that reflection, the face, those eyes, that hug.
May you remember, even if it can only be with a whisper from your soul, give that pant leg a bit of a tug.


Until next time....



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"I Have To Need That"...And Other Kidisms!

Hi!




I know I've said it before, and I will probably say it again many times......kids are awesome!



This week we received a visit from our two youngest grandbabies and their mom at the shop. Jake is pretty much convinced that he knows how to fix almost anything and when he's around it basically becomes Grandpa's job to hand him tools.

"I have to need that" is the general request. This is followed by whichever specific tool he requires.
Scoojivers, jills, hammas, you just never know. He takes it very seriously, and is smart as a whip. It's getting ever more difficult to pass off the "pretend" tasks as real fixes. He's beginning to catch on to the ruse. One can only hope that one day his ability catches up with his desire, and when it does, the desire still burns as bright. If not in pursuing "fixing," then with whatever takes it's place.


Speaking of burning desires.............at the trade show in Swift Current today, I had the privilege of meeting a pretty fantastic 8 yr old young man. This kid has more drive and less fear than most adults I've ever met. Once he found out that I actually wrote the books I was selling, he hung out at my table for quite a while. Besides having some really great questions for me, he also wanted to let me know that he writes too. He also draws, has told his stories at open mike nights, and continues to push for more. When Mom joined the conversation, she explained how he simultaneously fills her with equal parts pride and fear. She is trying to walk the fine line of protecting him while still encouraging him to pursue what makes him light up.

Never more than a few steps behind, was his little brother.....he's five. After obviously being instructed to stay with his big brother when not standing by Mom, he strayed slightly to the booth across the way from me to do a bit of research of his own. You see, the lady in the booth across the way had cinnamon buns, butter horns, and other delectable treats, most showing a price tag of $5.00. It didn't take long before he returned to his brother, who was busily reading my books and talking shop, to ask for the said $5.00. (This was, of course was before Mom joined the party). Upon finding out that his brother had no money, even after asking the third time, this little one hesitated not one microsecond before turning to my hubby, looking him straight in the eye and asking "Do you have $5.00?"

Before my hubby could reply, Big Brother stepped in, completely horrified by his brother's request. "You can't go around asking people for money! Just stay here and wait for Mom!"

The deadpan look on this little 5yr old's face was absolutely priceless. All he saw was the fact that $5.00 was the only thing standing between him and the treats, and he was going to find a way.  It seemed completely ridiculous for his brother to object to his methods...............


It was a day of being shown secret handshakes, getting the chance to snuggle a one month old little girl, (her mom had the booth beside me, what could I do?), getting great feedback from people, and sending some more books to good homes.

It was a great way to end what was otherwise a bit of a challenging week.

Business at the shop couldn't be better, that's always awesome............

It was on a personal level that we had the misfortune of dealing with a couple of unpleasant people.

Details and circumstances don't really matter, as my experience has taught me that unpleasant people will simply be unpleasant no matter what the circumstances might be. Why they choose to do this, I will never be able to comprehend. These are the type of people who are compelled to find fault with everything they encounter. It will be their meal in a restaurant, their service at a gas station, the way their groceries are packed, the sky being too blue, or the fact that that trees have seeds. Details and circumstances hold no relevance.

My experience also has taught me not to give these people any power over my life in any way. Their negativity is poison, it's their poison, and I simply choose not to partake. So much energy wasted clinging desperately to misery, wasting even more trying to get others to join the party. No thanks.


As for the upcoming week....................


It will be another busy one at the shop............

Time to donate blood..............

Last of the wedding baking................

More prep on May 16 wedding music............

More writing..........




That about does it for another week....until next time.................



May your heart's desire never be squelched, in spite of the fear in which it's sometimes drenched.
May you hang on tight to your peace, others may try to tear it away, hold fast, fists clenched.

May everything that makes your heart sing be put before you in plain site, path clear.
May you wring every ounce of joy, without guilt, without regret, without fear.

May every brightness, every light, every happiness fill every corner of your life.
May any negativity be simply removed with the swift assuredness of a brilliant surgeon's knife.

May you go through your days walking in the sun.
May you share your joy, pass it on, for that's how peace is won.



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