American Girls

My American Girls.

2 years and 8 months age difference proves to work in my favor most days. Particularly on long summer days where afternoon thunderstorms force us indoors.
We spent two hours this week working on our summer scrap books {which are turning out even cuter than I could have thought}, then headed to the pool for Kenley’s swimming lesson, and back in time for thunder and lightening.

Please God let them stay this age just a little longer…

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The River Dance

My almost 8-year old munchkin performed her rendition of The Wizard of Oz Friday afternoon. With her wacky hair do, flowered shoes, funny make up and mismatched outfit, she was the perfect little munchkin. We welcome you to munchkin land, fa la la la la la la la la la, fa la la la la la la.

Sassy made it back from Indianapolis just in time for the big show….

Later that night we headed to a restaurant on the river to meet some friends, have a little seafood, and do a little dance.

Britton was able to visit with her buddy Jackson who recently moved to Texas- her first boyfriend.

This is how Kenley listens to a live band…. When she isn’t shaking a little somethin’.

The following morning B put her thinking cap on to come up with a creative way to bring the beach to our backyard. As an added plus, she was taking drink orders too.

Root Beer please.

Poor hoochie mama.

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Mr. R’s grandfather passed away last night. Thank you for your prayers.

Saturday Stroll

I finally got around to backing up my photos onto my storage drive. Started browsing through a few of these- from back before there was blogger. Oldies but goodies. In fact, digital photography was probably just getting big around the time Britton was born. I know we have not one digital photograph from our 2001 wedding. Imagine what we’ll have by the time my children are parents and taking photographs of their children.

A Saturday stroll through our life. Post children, of course.

 Shortly after we moved into our current home….

I am exactly 23 weeks now- this was 23 weeks with Kenley. Nice hair do Garrett. This was the night of Mike’s surprise 30th birthday at our house- when I surprised him by having him open a gift with a little girl’s camouflage outfit inside. It’s a Girl!

K born at 8 lbs 13.5 oz on 3.3.06

Age two probably…. St. George Island 4th ofJuly fun. This would have been almost 6 years ago to the day.

Class of 1995 10 year reunion. Since this photo was taken, there have been 11 more babies {7 girls} amongst this group of girls I hold dear to my heart.

This is at our old house so B must have been just under 2 years old.

 Kenley at one years old.

 Britton is going to strangle me if she sees I posted this. Shhhh.

This was our 5 year anniversary- so just over 5 years ago.

My first Mother’s Day with two little girls. 2006

6 weeks old

Mr. R and his maternal Grandmother, “Grandma Kay”

Long before Aunt Shea and Aunt Coco had their children- Railey, Maysie and Downing.

Sara Britton’s bachelorette party

16 months old- just before surgery

And so the love of horses is passed down from one Britton to the next

Nana introducing Kenley to one of her four sisters… 2006

Kenley’s first week home… not sure why we are hanging out in the garage. I must have just learned how to chi my hair- went a little overboard.

First day home as a family of four. Hard to imagine we will have one of these photos as a family of FIVE.

10 weeks… before the meningitis. Before the heart failure.

K and her friend Davis at St. George

An Honest Answer

Children have a way of making the most complicated, why-does-this-happen thinking, into something  innocent, simple and honest.
Yesterday, Mr. R and I drove the girls half way down our state, to see Mr. R’s grandfather. He was diagnosed with esophagus cancer a couple of years ago. He went into remission not once, but twice. It has since come back with a vengeance. His wife, “Grandma Loretta” called us to say that “Grandaddy Ben” has been asking to see the girls one last time. So the girls he saw. 
After removing the feeding tube, and hospice care coming to make him more comfortable, he had spent the past several days in bed. Once his great grand daughters arrived, he asked to sit in his wheelchair so he could come out and see them. It was the first time out of bed in days, we were told. He wanted to pose for photos with his girls, asked Britton about horse back riding and asked Mr. R how many deer he ‘took down’ this past season.
After a while, he excused himself to go lie down in his bed. He asked if we would come in his room so he could continue to visit. He patted the bed, and told B to come sit next to him.
And they held hands. He is hard of hearing, so there wasn’t a lot of conversation amongst the two. But he seem to rather enjoy having Miss B beside him.

At one point, he said to Britton, “I think your Grandaddy is going to die. Do you know what it means to die?”

Naturally as a Mom trying to protect her children from the heartaches of life, I panic. I hadn’t read that chapter of the parenting handbook that some wise mom wrote. What should I do? Should I answer for her? Distract her? Paint a happy picture?

And just as if she were telling him something as matter as fact as the sky is blue, she looked him straight in the eye and explained, “It means you are going to live with Jesus.”

Such a simple, innocent, and honest answer.

And spot on.

Britton then assured her great grandfather that he would also see her Daddy Boone- which is my father. She told him that he lives in heaven so he will know someone.

Why is it that a 7 year old can handle a sorrowful and uncomfortable situation better than most adults? A little messenger of God she was.

Meanwhile, K was kept distracted by Mr. R’s Aunt Mary who instructed her on how to play an organ. She has now perfected her rendition of chop sticks.

Please keep Mr. R’s grandparents in your prayers.