The Honor of that First Look

The Honor of that First Look

I will never forget May 17, 1989 at 9:34 P.M. That is when I got my first look at my first born baby boy. A video plays in my mind of my husband bringing him to me all wrapped in a warm blanket with his big blue eyes darting around at all the lights in the delivery room. That moment was surreal. That moment was sacred. In the past couple of months, I have had two sons get married. My favorite part of the ceremony is when the bride steps through the doors and her groom gets his first look at... Read More
Taking Off the Training Wheels

Taking Off the Training Wheels

How many of you can remember this day? Either as a parent or as a child you have more than likely experienced the joy AND panic of . . . the day the training wheels came off. In our nursery rooms, we have a few little riding toys that are close to the ground, very stable, and easy to maneuver. Even the youngest toddler can find a way to mount one of these toys and scoot around the floor. There is no need for fear. Just lots of fun scooting around the room. Very soon, however, legs get too long... Read More
He Calls Me By Name

He Calls Me By Name

I adore spending time with my twin granddaughters.  It is so hard to have them live fifteen hours away, but when I get a chance to visit, I make the most of it! On my last visit, I was sitting on the couch with them chatting.  My pet name for them is Lovey Doves.  They made the comment, “Kitty, you always call us Lovey Doves.”  I replied that yes, I do!  I asked them what their Gigi calls them.  They replied, “Precious girls,” in their sing-song voices.  I then asked them what... Read More
Community Matters

Community Matters

Recently I spent several days at a quilting retreat with some friends. It was so much fun, and as I looked back over the retreat, several thoughts came to mind. Why was sewing with a group more fun than sewing alone? We each had our own machines. We could just as easily complete our tasks in our own homes in our own sewing areas. Why did we see this need to come together for several days? The more I thought about it, the more I realized it wasn’t about the sewing—it was about community. As... Read More
Life Is A Party

Life Is A Party

Last night, I called my little twin grand-daughters right before bed to video chat. They are three-years-old and live fifteen hours away. “Hey Kitty!” they said. “We’re having a sleep party!” My daughter-in-law stepped in to explain that right now everything’s a party. Bedtime is a sleep party. They have lunch parties, watching Beauty and the Beast parties, go see Daddy at work parties, and on and on. Oh, to enjoy life like a three-year-old! I started thinking about it. What if Sunday morning... Read More
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