Finally starting to see some warm weather. But still not getting used to these 8pm weeknight baseball games. The Nats are doing better and Jackson is hitting the heck out of the ball, with the second highest batting average on the team. These are some of my favorite 10 pictures from the past month. the girls.... and the boys...
Jackson is pretty sad that Darius will be moving this week. They have become best friends over the past 2 years.
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This picture was taken the day I became a mother for the first time.
Just before Jackson was born, my mom wrote me this poem that I will always love. "I'll never forget that date It was back in November, 1978 I was just 25, the same age as you I was happy and excited, but a little scared too I woke up early that Saturday morning I was having a baby, you gave little warning We drove to the hospital, you weren't going to wait And when they examined me, they screamed "She's dilated to eight!" I'm not gonna lie, the pains were getting stronger They called for the doctor, you wouldn't wait any longer And then straight from God up in heaven above He sent me another little angel to love The feelings I had I could never replace The first time ever I saw your face You were so beautiful, so precious, so sweet From the top of your head to your tiny little feet Now you're all grown up and it's your turn All those amazing feelings you're about to learn I love you so much, and I know God does too Cause now he's preparing to send an angel to you." 11 years later, and it still makes me cry. There is nothing in this world like a mother's love. You are growing in leaps and bounds. You just seem so tall. And more mature. Every day. You are a monster on the baseball field. I love to watch you play. And so does Daddy. And Pop Pop, and Honey, and Granddaddy (he doesn't miss a game). Second grade is about to be over. You've had a great year. Made a lot of progress. And I can't believe you will soon be a third grader. You had been asking me to go on a field trip with you. I had gone on a few with Jackson but just hadn't been able to go on one with you yet. I really didn't have the time to take off. But it was the last field trip of the year. I found out we would be going to Build-A-Bear. I wasn't going to tell you, was going to surprise you and show up. But your teacher let the cat out of the bag. The night before the field trip, you asked if I was going to be "a chap...erone or whatever they're called". When I said yes, you looked so happy and just said simply and sweetly, "thanks". You were so proud to have me along, and insisted I sit with you and your friend on the bus. Regardless of where we went, what we did, it was a very special day for both of us. You aren't going to be 8 forever, and I don't even know how much of this age you will be able to remember. But I will always remember.
I wish you could have been there for the sun & the rain & the long, hard hills. For the sound of a thousand conversations scattered along the road. For the people laughing & crying & remembering at the end. But, mainly, I wish you could have been there. -Brian Andreas Every year, on your birthday, I'm reminded of how young you were when you left us. How much time you still had left to live. How much you still had left to do. How many memories that you have missed out on making.
I still often think about the things you would have enjoyed. We are preparing to go camping in about a month with friends. I think about how much you would love to go with us. On the sound. At the beach. Sitting around the campfire. Fishing. Going out in the kayak. And of course, drinking. And then there's the grandkids. The things you are missing with them. And the things that they are missing learning from you . And sharing with you. Those things don't ever go away. Every year, I think of all the things you've missed. And it breaks my heart. Something Jodi said recently, when we were talking about you. (And I thank God that I have her to talk to about you). We were talking about how much we missed you. I said (again) that it just wasn't fair, how much you would love your grandchildren and think they were the coolest. And she said "And O.M.G. Bella." And that broke my heart. Because you would really love her. You would get her. And she would think you were the coolest. And I would hope she would remind you of me when I was a little girl. And then Jodi said "But he knows. I knows he knows. I just wish he could respond and we could laugh." That's the thing. I just wish every once in a while, you could say something funny, like you always did, and we could laugh. I just wish you could've been there. Happy Birthday, Dad. |
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AuthorMy name is Kaci. I am a working mom of 3. Wife to Josh. Mom to Jackson, Cameron & Isabella. My life is dinner, homework, baseball, basketball, grocery lists, laundry, middle school, wine, video games, and schedules. I started this blog because I love taking pictures, and I needed a place to document our life. I wanted a place to write it all down, to remember little details so easily forgotten in the mad rush that is the life of a family of 5. Through my photos and words, I endeavor to capture our story. Categories
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