Bucket...Jump!

Bringing my porch with me..

I just spent a few days with my brothers and sisters for a grad party. It was so much fun for me. I have not spent enough time with them since I moved so very far away. I brought my camper and we all watched a movie together in it, cozy and like old times. I miss being a part of their daily lives. We have grown apart. I hoped my girls would live in the same town with me but history has repeated itself (again). We all live so far from each other. We get together but life and miles keep us from being part of everyday lives....the one regret of my life.

Lilacs near the porch

A safe place...

   Her name is a word for a safe place...I chased her for the last few days to get one good photo. She is fast and fearless and three years old! She loves tea parties on my old front porch and eating! Hiding from her Granny is her newest form of entertainment. Not as much fun for me! Within hours of her birth she had surgery to connect her esophagus to her stomach...within days she pulled out her own feeding tube and took a bottle. She cried silently because of damage to her vocal chords. We did not know if she could ever eat solid foods or talk. She has been eating solid foods for almost a year now (swallow therapy and true grit) and talking nonstop with perfect diction for two years. She is one of my heroes...

Watering can