Wednesday, December 29, 2010

My After-Christmas Poetry Blog

Our House on Christmas Night -- Before the lights went out! (Kate's LRDC, 12/25/10)



It started slowly, did Christmas this year;

Early we woke, to nobody here.

Lights we turned on, coffee we poured,

Showers we took; the gifts, we ignored.



(Waiting 'til later, were they.)



First come was Dj, our favorite son;

Breakfast was started, Christmas begun.

Eyes still averted from under the tree;

When arrived the right time, surprised we must be!




(Waiting 'til later, were we.)



"Walking, let's go," said I to my son.

Agreed, then did he, though expecting no fun.

Chill was the air; the sky was pure gray.

"Snow now it should, this fine Christmas day."




(Waiting 'til later, was it.)



Back home, we headed; before we were there,

Falling was snow, right out of the air!

Fluffy and white, those flakes, came they thickly!

Hurried we home. now walking quite quickly.



(Waiting 'til later, not we!)



Posed we for pictures, out there in the snow.

(Rare, a White Christmas in these parts, you know!)

Arrived then, soon after, Meagan and Joe,

And Charlie; this Christmas, the first one she'd know.



(Waiting for them, had we been.)



Time, 'twas at last to return to the tree;

Presents to open, delightment to see.

Hungry we were then, but patient were we.

Guests yet were coming; still needed we, three.



(Waiting for them, were we.)



Present, at last, all parties expected;

Opened were presents; not one rejected.

Dinner aplenty; the table was laid.

Grateful we were; thanksgiving we made.



(Waiting for this, had we been.)



Stored in our memories, this Christmas just past,

Lasting as long as mem'ries can last.

Special, the Christmas snow fell on that day,

But people it was, who made it that way!



(Waiting no longer are we.)

Monday, December 27, 2010

Happy Birthday, Taylor!!!!

Taylor's First White Christmas, 12/25/10 (Kate's LRDC)

Happy Birthday, Sweet, Beautiful Taylor...Your 13th!

I didn't get you a present. (That will have to wait until you get back from Nashville. I will look forward to spending time with you while you choose something for yourself!)

I didn't make you a card. (My mind was too crazed with all the excitement of Christmas to settle down and be creative.)

I didn't put together a flash mob for you. (I wouldn't even know where to begin.)

I didn't write you a song. (I've never written a song for anyone in my life!)

I didn't bake you a cake. (If you really want me to, I'll buy you one, though.)

I didn't send flowers. (They'd be all withered and dry before you get back from Nashville.)

I didn't really know what to do to show you how much I love you. I've known you since you were an adorable two-year-old with wild curly hair and huge brown eyes. I remember the first day I met you...You were so tiny, yet so brave -- We were perfect strangers to you, yet you came to our house to play while Mommy had to work. You immediately found a place in our hearts, and there you will always be!

I can hardly believe you're 13 today. Sure, I can see that you've grown into an impossibly beautiful young lady. And I can look at pictures of you we've taken through the years, and see how you've gradually changed...I guess I just have to accept the fact that you're a teenager now!

I know this is a special birthday for you. I hope it is full of wonderful memories that you will always keep.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO A GIRL WHO HAS BROUGHT MAGIC INTO OUR LIVES -- WE LOVE YOU FOREVER!

Wednesday, December 22, 2010

Christmas is for Kids! (December 26, 2010)

Christmas always makes me nostalgic. (I wonder if, when I was eight years old, I reminisced about my fourth or fifth Christmas and sighed, "Everything seemed so sweet and simple back then...")


A photo collage of my kids visiting Santa Claus through the years. (The "centerpiece" is Meagan when she was three.)

I remember Meagan's second Christmas, just days after her first birthday. That was the year her Grandpa Florian (Greg's dad) thought she should have her first tricycle. Meagan agreed, and demonstrated that she knew how to use it by climbing up and standing on the seat -- without even wobbling!

I remember the Christmas she had just turned three...she was sick and ran a fever all day. But she was the first grandchild; I don't think anyone even considered calling off the trip Grandma and Grandpa's!

She looked adorable in her red dress with the candy-cane striped pinafore. She was a little trooper, demonstrating how much she loved the wicker table and chairs from her aunts by sitting in each of the chairs. But you can tell from the photos that her heart wasn't in Christmas that year; those big brown eyes had no sparkle.

...Until later in the evening, when we dressed her in her new red flannel pajamas before heading home. Apparently she had undergone some sort of a miraculous cure, or perhaps her fever had simply run its course. Whatever it was, we were all delighted to see her suddenly running around in circles like a puppy, climbing up and leaping into the air from Grandpa's footstool...You can tell from the center picture above that she was finally enjoying Christmas!

Photos from subsequent years show Meagan posing in front of our tree with her current Favorite Gift. One of my all time favorites is the one where she's wearing her Wonder Woman utility belt, tiara and cuffs over her pajams, looking like she truly had the power! (Actually, she does that every year -- We just don't take pictures of it anymore.)


Meagan made this "self-ornament" in Brownies when she was about nine.


Then, by Meagan's 10th Christmas, there was Dominc...more popularly known as Dj. Santa would live on for another decade!

Our holiday photos now featured two smiling little faces, playing with toys, showing off new outfits, acting silly and making us very happy!

(On a sad note, the Christmas that Dj was five, he asked for a Jeep Safari -- one of those awesome cars that little kids can actually drive. Unfortunately, Santa decided that since Dj was a tall child, he probably wouldn't be able to sit comfortably in it for very long -- something Santa should know about -- so he brought him a different present. Dj asked for a Jeep Safari for the next 20 Christmases, but Santa always deemed him "too tall." Ok. I'm kidding. But it really did go on for another two or three years!)


Another precious ornament that finds a place on the tree every year; Dj was in 2nd grade when he made it.

I like to think that my holiday memories will always be there to be brought out and enjoyed like a favorite book that is read and re-read. But I can see that most of what I remember (aside from what is documented in photos) is the overall feeling of love and happiness that has always been part of our Christmases. Yesterday was no exception. I hope I find time to blog about it before the pictures start to get blurry!

Monday, December 20, 2010

Meagan's Birthday Blog

For me, my daughter's birthday will always be intertwined with Christmas. She was supposed to arrive on December 2, which would have put a few weeks between her birthday and Christmas. But she waited until December 22 to make her [overdue] appearance. And she complains because the two celebrations often seem to overlap. (Sorry, Meagan -- Remember: On your birthday, you get presents. On Christmas, you give presents.)



(Meagan and Charlie, Sept. 2010, by Kelly Kano Photography)


This is my beautiful daughter, Meagan, with her beautiful daughter, Charlotte. Meagan and I are alike in a lot of ways, although she'd probably say we're dissimilar in more ways. But without question, one way in which we are identical is the way we feel about our daughters!

Meagan has said things like, "I just can't believe how much I love her," to which I reply, "So now you know how much I love you." It's true, and I can prove it; I wrote it in the journals that I kept for Meagan when she was a baby. I once wrote about holding her for hours, just watching her sleep. I had started crying because the love I felt for her was so overwhelming. (I came across that entry shortly after Meagan had told me the same thing about holding Charlie while she slept.)

So now Meagan's a mom, and one of my greatest joys is watching her with Charlie. The joy on Charlie's face whenever Mommy walks in the door is enough to trigger those "overwhelming" tears -- or maybe it's the look on Meagan's face that does that to me. She can't seem to put her stuff down and get out of her coat fast enough to get that baby back into her arms!

I am proud of my daughter for a lot of reasons, but seeing the way she loves and cares for Charlie fills me near to bursting! This Birthday/Christmas celebration will be even more special because of little Charlie. Our family has been blessed, and I am grateful.

Happy Birthday, Meagan -- I hope you have a beautiful day!

Saturday, December 18, 2010

The Pieces of Christmas

This post is a variation on "I Found It!", December 23, 2008.





I'm missing some of the pieces. Important ones.

I'm not sure when I lost them, or whether I lost them all at once. Maybe I lost them piecemeal. I only know that I haven't had all of the pieces since the beginning of Advent this year. (You know -- that's the time when we're supposed to be getting ourselves ready for Jesus to be born again in our hearts; in other words, gathering up all the pieces.)

One of the pieces I'm missing is Solitude. My life is busy, and it is full of blessings disguised as my family and friends. These blessings keep getting in the way of my Solitude. And when I do think I may have found a small piece of it, I usually fall asleep. When I wake up, it's gone.

Of course without Solitude, I have nowhere to put my piece of Reflection, even if I find one. There is no quiet place inside of me. Instead, it's always noisy and confusing there.

That means I don't have a piece of the Calmness that comes from knowing that I need only trust God to accomplish the things that are important to Him. No. In the place where Calmness should be is a large piece of Anxiety. Anxiety that Christmas will come, and I'll still be searching for more pieces -- one more gift, one more decoration, one more project...

Tomorrow is the last Sunday of Advent. I will go to Mass with hope and faith, and pray that there I will find all of the pieces that are necessary for Peace.

I hope you are also finding all of your pieces of Peace this Christmas!

Thursday, December 16, 2010

"You Are My Special Angel..."


Tree Top Angel (12/16/10, LRDC)

This little angel has been with us since the first Christmas we were married -- 1973. I remember picking her out at Meier Thrifty Acres with My Awesome Husband Greg, along with a box of little puppies and kittens in baskets (ornaments, that is). The puppies and kittens now reside with our Beautiful Daughter Meagan, but the angel is still standing duty at the top of our tree, 37 years later. She looks pretty good for her age, don't you think? Sure, her hairstyle is a little outdated, and I doubt that the color is natural any longer (if it ever was), but all in all, I'd say she's holding up pretty well!

Well, actually, she's only topped 36 of our trees. She got a break last year, because that was the Christmas all of the boxes didn't make it down from the attic. It was Christmas Eve, and Greg said, "That's it -- There's enough stuff on that tree!" So our pretty little angel, along with a bunch of Santas and tiny Christmas trees, remained in her shoebox. (Maybe that's why she looks extra perky this year.)



My Awesome Husband Greg Angel (12/16/10, LRDC)

This is my other Christmas Angel. See how he's risking life and limb, standing on a wobbly stool (Okay, so you can't actually see the stool -- Use your imagination!) so that I won't have to? That's just one of the millions of things this man does for me. I could call him my Every Day Angel, but that sounds dumb. Besides, I already call him My Awesome Husband Greg. I think that's enough.

Tuesday, December 14, 2010

Reality Check: Christmas Morning


Christmas Morning 2009 (Kate's LRDC)


If you read my previous post, Visions of Flash Mobs Dance in My Head, you know that I've been "picturing" Christmas morning very precisely. So I was caught off guard this morning when My Beautiful Daughter Meagan said, "I don't know how you and Dad are picturing Christmas this year, but..." (Apparently she hadn't read my blog.)

Of course my flash mob fantasy was just for pretend. But I really hadn't troubled myself with thinking about how this Christmas -- Charlie's first -- might vary from Christmases past...

Besides Charlie, this will also the first year when My Awesome Husband Greg and I will be alone on Christmas morning. Our son, Dominic, moved in with his girlfriend, Sydney, last February. (He recently hinted that he might need/want to "sleep over" on Christmas Eve so he could wake up in his old bed; but since his television moved out with him, I have a feeling he's going to reconsider.)

I'm sure Dominic also forgot to factor Charlie in when picturing his Christmas morning...

Charlie -- Sweet, wonderful Charlie! We're all so excited to be part of her first Christmas. But she changes everything!

(1) Meagan and Joe won't be getting up early this year, donning sweats and joining us for Greg's home fried potatoes and a frenzy of present-opening beside the tree. Instead, they'll wake up to the excitement of watching Charlie open her presents, teaching her how to extract toys from boxes, and that ribbons and paper are not for eating. Which means that

(2) Dominic probably won't be waiting in his room for Meagan to wake him with the news that Santa has come.

(3) Charlie will need a mid-morning nap, of course; it wouldn't make sense to arrive at Grandma and Grandpa's until after that has occurred, so

(4) Dominic might as well stay home in his own bed and wait for the phone call telling him that Meagan, Joe and Charlie are on their way. So that means

(5) Greg and I don't even have to wrap presents until Christmas morning -- No one's going to be here before noon anyway. (You know us -- We never do anything until one minute before too late. Heck, if more stores were open on Christmas Eve, we'd probably wait until after Midnight Mass to start shopping.)

Well, I know it's silly for me to speculate on how Christmas morning will come down this year, worrying that the future can't possibly be as wonderful as the past. Yes, it is hard to let go of the things that have always brought us so much pleasure; but that doesn't mean something new can't be just as much fun...

And we have Charlie this year -- The most beautiful, funny, amazing baby! We will all be together to celebrate this most glorious day, along with dear friends and "Borrowed Babies." It just won't begin quite as early.

Our Christmases past will always live on in our hearts -- The ones when we were the kids and Mom and Dad made the magic and held it all together; when the house was full of noise and chaos and Santa Claus; the long drives to spend part of the day with our grandparents...

Our kids will treasure their Christmases past, too. And for all of us, this one will be remembered as Charlie's First Christmas. What's not to love and celebrate about that?!!

Saturday, December 11, 2010

Visions of Flash Mobs Dance in My Head!



I love this video so much! When I first saw it posted on facebook, I immediately added "Be somewhere -- anywhere -- when a flash mob breaks out" to my bucket list. Then my daughter posted it, and told Santa that all she wanted for Christmas was a flash mob of her very own. Which prompted me to tell her that all I wanted from her and her brother this year was for them to set one up for me. Then I started to imagine what that would be like...

It would be Christmas morning, and even though I'd be sort of halfway expecting it, I would act so surprised, they'd never wonder -- especially Dominic. We'd all be sitting around in our pajamas (or sweats for the ones who'd had to drive over early). This being Charlie's first Christmas, of course she'd be drawing most of the attention -- Which would allow My Awesome Husband Greg to slip unnoticed from the living room in order to get his video camera ready.

I'd probably be the one whose job it was to keep Charlie from eating bows and wrapping paper, and to show her how to play with her new toys, so Meagan and Dominic -- and Joe, if he was willing -- would be able to take their positions without my noticing (or seeming to notice)...

I picture Dominic stepping up onto the coffee table (and if Sydney's there, she could be on his shoulders), while Meagan straddles the bannister. Joe would maybe be doing a handstand on the rocking chair to start off, but he'd probably have to flip onto his feet after a couple of minutes. In my vision, they're singing "God Rest Ye, Merry Gentlemen," and they sound just like Barenaked Ladies and Sarah McLachlan. And since that song doesn't usually bring out the sentimentality in me, I'd have to force myself a little bit, but I imagine myself crying (and looking pretty while I do it. I'll have to remember to put on waterproof mascara that morning.)

You know, dreams are what keep me going sometimes. I can't wait until Christmas!

Saturday, December 4, 2010

First Snow!


The First Snow of the Season (12/4/10, My LRDC)

It snowed today in Greensboro, North Carolina. It wasn't in the forecast. (If it was, I missed it.) It was just an ordinary, overcast, late-fall day, for all I knew. It was cold. So cold, in fact, that I was uncomfortable when I started my afternoon walk, even though I was wearing a fleece jacket zipped all the way up, and a scarf and gloves. But I decided to tough it out, even if I only lasted 15 or 20 minutes...

Then it started to snow. At first, I wasn't acutally sure it was snow, because it was one of those days when the sky is colorless, and just looks kind of wet. But then I saw little white things that could only be snowflakes. (I hadn't heard of any volcanoes erupting around here lately, so I didn't think ash was a likely explanation.) These tiny little white things felt cold on my face. Yep, definitely snow...

Snow! Before Christmas! Two years in a row! (Last year it snowed on December 18. That was the first time that had happened since the year we moved here -- 1982.)

I love snow. I have always loved snow -- even when we lived in Michigan and had lots of it, and it stayed around long enough to get dirty. Ok, I didn't like the dirty snow so much. And I actually hated any snow that came after April 1. But oh, those first few snows of Winter -- Loved 'em!

Of course, since we've lived in North Carolina, I haven't seen enough snow to make it a ho-hum thing...Maybe because it's seldom cold enough for it to last more than a day or two. Last winter was an exception, and I was very happy about last winter.

But enough about last winter!

I already had Christmas spirit, picturing the tree we would be bringing into the house later this afternoon. I had been listening to Christmas music since Thanksgiving, and there were miscellaneous boxes of ornaments and snowmen strewn about the house...

My walk was just an attempt to shake off the cold I've been fighting, and maybe drum up some energy for an afternoon of cleaning and decorating -- after the nap I was was eagerly anticipating (and feeling like I was earning, after burning off the chips I ate with lunch).

When what to my wondering eyes should appear, but snowflakes that were so tiny at first, they were almost unidentifiable, but that, as I walked, grew in size and quantity, and by the time I finished walking, were absolutely, positively, no-doubt-about-it snowflakes! And by the time I had taken off my walking shoes and hung my wet jacket on the back of a chair, were definitely starting to stick to things!

Talk about Christmas Spirit! I felt like shouting "Hallelujah!" and turning cartwheels in the the snow. Of course, I never have been able to pull off a cartwheel, so I curled up in my chair by the window and attempted that nap I'd been thinking about. Alas, I found I was so excited about all that white stuff out there, I couldn't sleep!

I'd like to report that I was so full of energy and spirit, that I cleaned and decorated the entire house -- perhaps even baked a couple of batches of Christmas cookies. But that would be a lie. The truth is that I sat in my chair, looking out the window and feeling really happy that it was snowing. Then I came down here to my computer to blog about it. (Oh -- I took a few pictures first.)

Thursday, December 2, 2010

There's a New Blog in Town...

...and it's written by a little kid!

Jordyn, Summer 2009

I've written a post or two about this little girl. Jordyn is one of my "Borrowed Babies." She's eight years old now, and in second grade. She loves to sit at the computer and type. She loves to draw and make all kinds of art. She loves to read books, and then write about them. I thought a good way to combine all of these "likes" in a way that would be fun and educational would be for Jordyn to have her own blog -- a place where she could freely draw and write and display pictures of the people and things that she loves. Of course she's too young to have her own e-mail address, so the blog is set up as one of mine. But it's totally Jordyn.

Here's the link: http://lifeofjordyn-kate.blogspot.com. The title is "Jordyn Upside Down Cake," and hopefully everything else will fall into place!

Afterword: I see that, since I apparently don't know how to properly include links in my blog, I didn't actually share a link with you. If you'd like to get to Jordyn Upside Down Cake, just click on "View my complete profile" at the end of the "About Me" section. That will take you to the page that includes "My Blogs." That's where you'll find it.