It never gets easier …

George went back to school last weekend, and today, Sid leaves too. BIG HUGE SIGH.

Well, I hope you all have a day where love never let’s it get easier!!!

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It’s just not the same …

Yesterday my son George headed back to his university ready to start the Spring semester. Again, I don’t do any of this “letting go” thing gracefully. I am sad he left. I love my kids and every second I get to spend with them is a gift. George is such a presence in our home, especially in the morning. He wakes up in a great mood. He always greets me with a cheerful “good morning, Mom” and an “I love you”. He usually has me laughing within minutes. He has such a sweet and genuine smile. His heart, GOLD. And this morning, I am missing all of it.

Well, I hope you all don’t have a day that just isn’t the same!!!

Happily pulled in 1000 different directions …

Yoga. Back to college. A tennis lesson. Dance. Girl Scouts. Cookies. LOTS OF COOKIES. A film crew. Winter Formal. A facial. And hopefully, a nice quiet dinner. Yup. I think that sums up most of our Saturday. I have lived this busyness for so long that I honestly think I’d miss it if suddenly we were no longer involved in absolutely EVERYTHING. I certainly wouldn’t know what to do with myself.

Well, I hope you all have a day where you are happily pulled in 1000 different directions!!!

Our own personal barista (YAY!) …

A hot spiced apple cider. An English toffee tea. A gingerbread chai. And a souped-up hot chocolate. You can always tell when Sid is home!

Well, I hope you all have a day where you have you’re own personal barista!!!

The beauty and joy of growth …

Yesterday I had a telephone conversation with Sid while she was on her way to meet her boyfriend. She was taking the BART in San Francisco and telling me departure times and other little details. She was a pro at San Francisco public transit. I remembered our first time on BART together while we were touring colleges. This was several years go and I worried that this type of transportation would be too overwhelming for her. I was wrong to have worried. My, how times have changed.

Yesterday I had a telephone conversation with George while he was out picking out some luggage at a store in Petaluma. LUGGAGE. My son was buying LUGGAGE. He drives himself to stores, buys luggage, gets himself to airports and flies alone now. This is my child who NEVER paid attention to details or his surroundings. The one I worried about for the longest when he crossed streets. My, how times have changed.

Yesterday when I picked Libs up from school she got into my car. We looked at each other with relief and gave a “high -five”. We discussed how WE MADE IT through this HELLA crazy week. When Libs was little she was my LAZIEST child. She and I always joke that she sat on the couch for five years. Ah, the good ole days, HA! Now she takes AP classes, is in her school’s Digital Media Program, volunteers, sings and performs with the Women’s Advanced Choir and is on the tennis team. My, how times have changed.

I bought Reese a Barbie Accessory Advent Calendar this year. She has loved it! Every morning she opens it along with her advent book box and puts a new number ornament on her little wooden tree. We were in a rush yesterday morning so we decided to wait until later when she had time to enjoy it. Last night after her bath she did her Christmas countdown regime. She was very happy about the new Barbie running shoes she just opened up and was excitedly telling everyone. She was standing down the hallway and I had to stop. Her past and present collided. I remembered a scene from last Christmas Eve that I took a picture of and put in a photobook. It was of Reese as she excitedly stood in the same hallway as we were leaving to go see Christmas lights. She seemed so much taller than the little girl I remembered last year. Her speech has immensely improved. And her capabilities have grown by leaps and bounds. My, how times have changed.

Yesterday, was filled with precious memories of years past and of the beauty that comes with change. I am STRUCK by moments like these. I’m so grateful to experience them. They are a treasure. I love being MOM to these four incredible souls. They truly complete me. And their growth brings me nothing but pure JOY.

Well, I hope you all have a day where you grow!!!

Focusing on the good …

The Northern California fires are horrible. And that is an understatement. After a few days in a hotel in San Francisco we made the decision to fly my son, George, home yesterday. His school has been completely shut down. Evacuations weren’t mandatory but the university wasn’t taking any chances. And I can utterly appreciate that. So last night, my son arrived home safe and sound. I couldn’t be happier to see him. The past few days have been filled with images of destruction and feelings of uncertainty. It’s all still looming over us. The worry is there. But seeing him and enjoying time with him has certainly been a nice distraction.

Well, I hope you all had a day where you focused on the good!!!