im really not sure exactly how i want to use this blog. do i post personal information, the stuff fantastic letters to my sisters are made of? or do i publish my writings, or my ramblings, as I call them, and hope that readers can make sense of them?
if i get any readers, that is.
i think i will just pretend that this a new little brown notebook, like the one that i currently idle away time with, lying on the scratchy rug in my living room. (debbie, you will be glad to know that rug has been banished) too bad there isn’t a place here for me to add those abstract sketches that i do on the margins of my paper journals. those always seem to make the page so much more complete.
next week i am visiting san diego for a cousin’s wedding and meeting up with various family members from around the country. i have several hugs waiting for my sister, melissa and her small family, comprised of one husband, nat, and one little nephew, ezra. boy will they have a hard time getting away from me. in addition to that squirmy, book-loving blondie named ezra, there’s zeph, my other nephew. hes just about 6 months old and loves to bounce. he has a terrific grip with those tiny fingers of his and a delightful little laugh. he visited with his mommy, my other sister emily and her husband chris last week. i cant say what it is that i feel whenever i see my nephews. love seems to simple of a word for the chest-tightening, eye-watering feeling that i experience. especially when i see what wonderful moms my sisters have become. how did that happen, i think to myself? was it something they have always had or does that ability come along with the baby itself? emily has this great way of teaching zeph something in most everything they do and melissa has taught ezra how to say all of our names, no small feat for a 20 month old.
*sigh* in lots of ways my sisters are beyond me. for me, there is not much else.
btw, capitals are foreboding and will not be allowed. until next time...
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