Saturday, May 30, 2009

Then and Now

We visited Garvin Woodland Gardens on Saturday, and I thought it would be fun to post pictures from last year and this year. It was MUCH more challenging to get pictures of Lydia this year, and it was quite a bit hotter end of May 2009 than it was April 2008. The flowers were different, too, but still so beautiful!
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Saturday, May 16, 2009

Final pics from Friday

Shanny has PhoBloggy Days a few times/year. Go check out what others do with their day! Also, scroll down to see the BEGINNING of the weekend. Calling the Hogs. Drew is in the black hat.
Our National Anthem. It still gives me goosebumps to hear it sung at sporting events - even on tv.
Honoring officers killed in the line of duty.
Our family tradition: Fireworks Night at Baum Stadium! We were up late, late, late for Lydia, but she was VERY good through out the game and the fireworks following the game.

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More Friday PhoBloggyDays

Warming up before the game. Perhaps should have spent more time like this:

Obviously displeased with THAT call. You tell 'em, Lydia.
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Spring Phobloggy Days Early Friday

Ok, so I missed breakfast at ChickFil@. And walking through the pet store, and shopping at Old N@vy. I did however get pictures of Lydia in her new Razorback swimsuit in our hotel room and the hot tub which was an oxymoron because it was neither hot nor a tub. It had plenty of bubbles, though.

Lunch at Friday's. The bottom 2 pics were taken on Drew's cell phone. I am impressed.
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Tuesday, May 12, 2009

I am in T R O U B L E

Lydia can be a little, how to put it delicately? BOSSY. And her voice? LOUD. And her mommy?She can, at times, ignore those two traits so Lydia won't think they are successful strategies to accomplish her goals. I was employing my ability to turn a deaf ear to her demands when I got a very stern,
"Mommy GRACE!"
That's not even MY middle name.

Sunday, May 10, 2009

Mother's Day

Today, I remember a woman half a world away. I'm not sure if this day is any different for her than yesterday or the string of yesterdays that have happened since she gave birth to Lydia a little over two and a half years ago, but I think of her today. I am limited in my ability to imagine what her life may be like, what she may have felt or be feeling about Lydia, and I am unlikely to ever meet her. I am, however, in her debt, and the only way I know to partially repay that debt is to love Lydia with all my heart, to pray for God's guidance in raising her, and to remember. May God bless her.