lucy,
you got your first tooth! i was so excited. i figured it'd be months before one actually poked through...i guess i was wrong. i love it when you smile and i can see that single, tiny hillbilly tooth in your mouth.
today we went to our friends' church in falmouth. we fed you your bottle and were burping you during the sermon when you suddenly let out a gigantic belch. everyone couldn't help but laugh!
you were so good today on our little road trip. we can hardly walk ten feet in public without a million people commenting on your beauty. today you were called a "future fashionista".
you have been sleeping from 7 to 6:30. its awesome. you are awesome.
love you, lucy goose.
Sunday, July 29, 2012
dear jude.
jude,
you are laying in your bed right now (after putting up quite a fight) and dad and i are listening to you through the monitor. you are singing twinkle, twinkle. you are talking to yourself. you just yelled "mama keezer! do you hear me?"
you also said, "do you want to come hang out with me?"
i wanted to do just that, but i couldn't give in. you are determined!
you spent the day with gramma and papa. you had an accident at church. yuck! you threw a fit when we left their house tonight and we finally got you laughing on the way home when we told you that your feet smell gross. you got a kick out of that!
you like to make yourself and others laugh. in the car you'd say "mama feet! daddy feet! bella feet! kate feet!" and crack up laughing after each phrase.
you love to "swim" in the bathtub. you get on your belly and splash and scream, "i'm swimming!"
yesterday you kept saying, "yippy skippy!" not sure where you got that.
as much as you frustrate me at times, i love you to infinity.
you are laying in your bed right now (after putting up quite a fight) and dad and i are listening to you through the monitor. you are singing twinkle, twinkle. you are talking to yourself. you just yelled "mama keezer! do you hear me?"
you also said, "do you want to come hang out with me?"
i wanted to do just that, but i couldn't give in. you are determined!
you spent the day with gramma and papa. you had an accident at church. yuck! you threw a fit when we left their house tonight and we finally got you laughing on the way home when we told you that your feet smell gross. you got a kick out of that!
you like to make yourself and others laugh. in the car you'd say "mama feet! daddy feet! bella feet! kate feet!" and crack up laughing after each phrase.
you love to "swim" in the bathtub. you get on your belly and splash and scream, "i'm swimming!"
yesterday you kept saying, "yippy skippy!" not sure where you got that.
as much as you frustrate me at times, i love you to infinity.
Friday, July 27, 2012
dear jude.
dear jude,
you are too much. you are a little ball of energy, that is for sure. you are so intelligent, just like bampy. i am amazed at how smart you are.
you love playing with your cars. you stop to say, "i love you, mama!" it melts my heart.
jude, you smell so good. it is a mixture of sunscreen and baby wash. it tickles my nose as i kiss your head. it makes me happy.
you have certainly had an attitude lately. you get frustrated easily when you can't figure something out and you forget to ask for help. you are determined and particular. those qualities make you you, the one and only jude farrington keezer.
i love you my muffin man.
love,
mama
you are too much. you are a little ball of energy, that is for sure. you are so intelligent, just like bampy. i am amazed at how smart you are.
you love playing with your cars. you stop to say, "i love you, mama!" it melts my heart.
jude, you smell so good. it is a mixture of sunscreen and baby wash. it tickles my nose as i kiss your head. it makes me happy.
you have certainly had an attitude lately. you get frustrated easily when you can't figure something out and you forget to ask for help. you are determined and particular. those qualities make you you, the one and only jude farrington keezer.
i love you my muffin man.
love,
mama
dear lucy.
dear lucy,
you found your feet. you love grabbing and tugging at them. you've also started picking up toys. i love to watch you figure out how to move your hands towards a dangling rattle. you slept eleven hours last night. i went in to get you at 6:30 and you were wide awake...just laying there, smiling and clutching your toes.
you are so special to me. you are my joy and my happiness. every time i look at your face i think about how you are a calm in the storm of my life.
oh, and you say "mama"...i know its not intentional, and you don't know you are referring to me, but you say it.
i love you, pumpkin head.
love,
mama
you found your feet. you love grabbing and tugging at them. you've also started picking up toys. i love to watch you figure out how to move your hands towards a dangling rattle. you slept eleven hours last night. i went in to get you at 6:30 and you were wide awake...just laying there, smiling and clutching your toes.
you are so special to me. you are my joy and my happiness. every time i look at your face i think about how you are a calm in the storm of my life.
oh, and you say "mama"...i know its not intentional, and you don't know you are referring to me, but you say it.
i love you, pumpkin head.
love,
mama
Monday, July 23, 2012
its all about who you love.
have you ever read an old letter written by a loved one? its always a cool experience to re-live the past through someone else's eyes...to see the date on the envelope, the stamp they bought from the post office, the unique wording and one of a kind handwriting. i saved all the letters and cards that brian sent me while long distancing it during the college years. i always love looking through those boxes and remembering old times.
i recently came across a bunch of letters that my dad had written to my grandparents while he was away at college in Boston. one afternoon, i put the kids down for a nap and spread the letters out on the floor. i tried to read them in order so i could get the full experience. all the envelopes were included so i knew what month and year they originated. and i would expect nothing else from gary than a recording of the exact time and day of the week at the top of each letter. so awesome.
dad wrote about many things: basketball, classes and homework, friends, family, shopping (which really had me laughing), Red Sox games, and most of all...my mom. he went on and on (and on and on and on) about how much he loved her. it was so cute.
dad also said several times what good parents my grandparents were to him. i could not get over the sweetness of that. my dad was so expressive, thankful, and in-tune with his emotions. he wasn't afraid to share how he felt. i always admired that about him and reading the letters made me remember those qualities that i love so much.
another thing that stuck out to me was what dad wrote during the time shortly after the tragic loss of my mom's mom. he said that God and prayers were the only things getting him through that year. being four hours away from mom during the hardest time in their lives was difficult, to say the least. considering this present time in my life, i related to what my dad wrote so many years ago.
the last letter that i read blew my mind. dad wrote, "whatever you're doing, the people that you love have got to be more important than that thing. it should be that way for everybody. whether its in college or education or basketball or your job. thats just the way it is."
how perfectly does that paragraph describe my dad's view of life and family? completely. "life is about relationships." bottom line. done deal.
these letters were full of golden glimpses into the life of my dad. he wrote things that i could totally picture him saying. i laughed and i cried...a lot. it made me miss my dad but it made me so proud to be his daughter. if i am lucky enough to inherit a tiny fraction of his goodness and success then my life will surely be blessed.
i recently came across a bunch of letters that my dad had written to my grandparents while he was away at college in Boston. one afternoon, i put the kids down for a nap and spread the letters out on the floor. i tried to read them in order so i could get the full experience. all the envelopes were included so i knew what month and year they originated. and i would expect nothing else from gary than a recording of the exact time and day of the week at the top of each letter. so awesome.
dad wrote about many things: basketball, classes and homework, friends, family, shopping (which really had me laughing), Red Sox games, and most of all...my mom. he went on and on (and on and on and on) about how much he loved her. it was so cute.
dad also said several times what good parents my grandparents were to him. i could not get over the sweetness of that. my dad was so expressive, thankful, and in-tune with his emotions. he wasn't afraid to share how he felt. i always admired that about him and reading the letters made me remember those qualities that i love so much.
another thing that stuck out to me was what dad wrote during the time shortly after the tragic loss of my mom's mom. he said that God and prayers were the only things getting him through that year. being four hours away from mom during the hardest time in their lives was difficult, to say the least. considering this present time in my life, i related to what my dad wrote so many years ago.
the last letter that i read blew my mind. dad wrote, "whatever you're doing, the people that you love have got to be more important than that thing. it should be that way for everybody. whether its in college or education or basketball or your job. thats just the way it is."
how perfectly does that paragraph describe my dad's view of life and family? completely. "life is about relationships." bottom line. done deal.
these letters were full of golden glimpses into the life of my dad. he wrote things that i could totally picture him saying. i laughed and i cried...a lot. it made me miss my dad but it made me so proud to be his daughter. if i am lucky enough to inherit a tiny fraction of his goodness and success then my life will surely be blessed.
Sunday, July 22, 2012
happy birthday, daphne.
i went to bed last night with a good feeling. brian's sister (my sister) kate was nine months pregnant and having regular contractions. a birthday was approaching...i could feel it. i woke up this morning to the most amazing text from my brother-in-law, peter. daphne jane was born at on july 22 at 5:22. she weighed a monstrous 5 lbs 13 oz. holy crap. tiny doesn't even describe her...especially compared to my children who came out looking two months old.
so my feet immediately hit the ground. what's new, right? i was so excited to meet daphne that i grabbed my tap shoes and did a few time step shuffle ball changes. just kidding, but that's what i felt like doing. i downed some coffee, whipped up a few teeny tiny headbands, and woke up the crew. as i was getting ready, my mind was reeling. i convinced myself that i would not cry when the moment came for my eyes to see that little bundle. i felt such a connection to her and i hadn't even seen her yet. here's a little history...
kate and peter tried for many months to have a baby. things just weren't going as they had hoped. people prayed and prayed that they would get pregnant. one of those people was my dad. he was the very definition of a prayer warrior and i know that he prayed for the mcgovern's everyday. i can still remember the look on his face in the ICU that day when he told me how he felt for them and prayed daily on their behalf. he teared up as he considered how hard it must be for a young couple to be so patient. he said that he had been praying for kate and hoped that she would get pregnant soon.
dad passed away within days. his visiting hours were a week later...the same day that kate found out she was going to have a baby. the irony gives me goosebumps.
kate and peter told us about the pregnancy on christmas morning. i burst into tears...like uncontrollable tears. i don't know what came over me, but i couldn't stop. i was so happy and felt in some weird way that the fervent prayers of my dad had made a difference. i could sense his presence that morning and i felt him rejoicing with us.
so today, as i met daphne face to face, i was reminded of my dad. daphne, in a strange and roundabout way, was a tiny, beautiful representation of a cool circumstance amidst the turmoil of my dad's death. because of this, and many more reasons, she will always hold a special place in my heart.
so my feet immediately hit the ground. what's new, right? i was so excited to meet daphne that i grabbed my tap shoes and did a few time step shuffle ball changes. just kidding, but that's what i felt like doing. i downed some coffee, whipped up a few teeny tiny headbands, and woke up the crew. as i was getting ready, my mind was reeling. i convinced myself that i would not cry when the moment came for my eyes to see that little bundle. i felt such a connection to her and i hadn't even seen her yet. here's a little history...
kate and peter tried for many months to have a baby. things just weren't going as they had hoped. people prayed and prayed that they would get pregnant. one of those people was my dad. he was the very definition of a prayer warrior and i know that he prayed for the mcgovern's everyday. i can still remember the look on his face in the ICU that day when he told me how he felt for them and prayed daily on their behalf. he teared up as he considered how hard it must be for a young couple to be so patient. he said that he had been praying for kate and hoped that she would get pregnant soon.
dad passed away within days. his visiting hours were a week later...the same day that kate found out she was going to have a baby. the irony gives me goosebumps.
kate and peter told us about the pregnancy on christmas morning. i burst into tears...like uncontrollable tears. i don't know what came over me, but i couldn't stop. i was so happy and felt in some weird way that the fervent prayers of my dad had made a difference. i could sense his presence that morning and i felt him rejoicing with us.
so today, as i met daphne face to face, i was reminded of my dad. daphne, in a strange and roundabout way, was a tiny, beautiful representation of a cool circumstance amidst the turmoil of my dad's death. because of this, and many more reasons, she will always hold a special place in my heart.
Monday, July 9, 2012
one thing remains.
the other night, i woke up suddenly and had this song running through my head. it came out of nowhere and i couldn't escape its repetition.
"your love never fails, never gives up, never runs out on me."
over and over and over it played.
and i was reminded of how vast God's love is for me. its huge, gigantic, overwhelming.
for this i am thankful. because of this i can breathe. no matter what life brings, God's love will carry me through. it gives me power and strength. it gives me courage and peace. his love gives me life.
over the last year there have been many times that i wonder how i've made it through these trials. sometimes i feel as if i'm just floating through life. its hard to explain. but i'm fully confident that its completely God's unconditional love that has sustained me.
despite my trials and losses, one thing remains. your love never fails, never gives up, never runs out on me.
"your love never fails, never gives up, never runs out on me."
over and over and over it played.
and i was reminded of how vast God's love is for me. its huge, gigantic, overwhelming.
for this i am thankful. because of this i can breathe. no matter what life brings, God's love will carry me through. it gives me power and strength. it gives me courage and peace. his love gives me life.
over the last year there have been many times that i wonder how i've made it through these trials. sometimes i feel as if i'm just floating through life. its hard to explain. but i'm fully confident that its completely God's unconditional love that has sustained me.
despite my trials and losses, one thing remains. your love never fails, never gives up, never runs out on me.
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