She wasn't born in a hospital.
The house she was born in didn't have electricity.
And she never had a birthday party! Ever!
Until her 90th birthday!
Saturday was MeeMaw's birthday, and she would have been happy to simply let it go unnoticed with a quiet family get together as we usually do. But seriously? Ninety? So my parents and aunts and uncle planned a little party for MeeMaw and her friends.
We all got up early Saturday and headed over to move furniture and work on "the flow." (word of the day) All the little ladies from her bible class came over about 11am. The family got together after the birthday party for a family lunch of fajitas... mmmmm.
It was such a happy day. But I found myself tearing up (I am doing it right now too). I missed my PawPaw, I wished he could be here, that David could have met him, that he could have seen the twins. So I tried to get off that line of thinking and then we started taking pictures, and seeing MeeMaw with the twins just touched me. I am so thankful for her, I am so thankful she is healthy and a firecracker. I would love for MeeMaw to be around another ninety years.
Ok. Happy thoughts. Happy thoughts.
Precious right?
** It was sunny this weekend!! ahhh! So the kitties took advantage....
And so did I. I am learning photography, on a film using camera. This is challenging to me, more than I thought I would. I want that instant gratification of seeing the shot right away. We went to the park and took some photographs.
My first assignment was bracketing- taking the same shot 3 or more different times to see which settings are right. I got some pretty good shots, some that I would like to get digitized.
I still have lots to learn, but I love doing it. This isn't something that comes natural to me, grumble. But the feel of the camera in my hands is nice, and I really like looking at the world a different way.
In someways that is what writing is to me, showing the world in a different point of view.
2 comments:
I am gifted virtually every Sunday morning I am in town. I get to spend a too short 10 minutes riding with your precious MeeMaw to church. Most often she is sitting in that same place on her porch...sometimes with a pot plant she has nursed back to health for our Northex, other times with her sack lunch because she is staying for the Ladies Prayer time, and shortly after Thanksgiving with her plastic bags of assorted bicotti she makes. Best of all is her joy and excitement of...well, sometimes the twins, grandmother news, watching new houses built on her street, a granddaughter making a pilgrimage walk in Europe, a granddaughter's adventures married to a tall, tall sailor, a new bloom on a plant, a sermon she's heard...all told with words that paint a picture in a myriad of colors as bright as her living room.
Analee,
Oh, what sweet thoughts on Memaw and her party. I know what you mean about Pawpaw. I tell Zoe and Moriah sometimes how much Pawpaw would have loved them and how much they would have loved him. But Memaw gets to know and love all these precious great grandchildren. And that is a blessing for all.
Your writing encourages me, thanks for sharing.
luv,
K
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