Thursday, July 9, 2015

Goldie’s Birthday/4th of July Weekend

Penny has been reading Thumbelina out loud to me. In this version, a woman (Anne Marie), desperate for a baby, pays a large sum of money to a witch who, in turn, gives her a small seed. The seed sprouts into a flower which, when the petals open, contains a tiny, perfect girl. I liked what Penny read me last night about Anne Marie’s reaction to this helpless new little person first looking into her eyes:

“Just then, a terrible fear swelled up in Anne Marie, replacing the ache for a baby that had been there before. What if something were to hurt this child? She trembled at the thought and resolved to do everything she could to protect the dear girl. . . .

“As Anne Marie looked at the little girl, she felt as though her blood were changing from yellow to red, or all the rivers in Denmark had changed their course so that now they flowed in the opposite direction. It was as though all the compasses had pointed south before, and now they knew to point toward the north pole.

“If Anne Marie had ever wondered who she was, she knew now. She was Thumbelina’s mother.”

Yes. I’ve felt Anne Marie’s very feelings. Seven times over. Nearly eight. And they repeat often – intensely and unexpectedly --  when I watch those seven sleeping, or bravely trying some new thing, or, . . . when I look through pictures that have frozen perfect little moments of their existences. . . .

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We spent a good portion of last week (and the 4th of July weekend) at Bear Lake. Goldie had made a special request to spend her birthday there (and to be there before her birthday so she wouldn’t have to actually drive there on her special day). Her request was granted. It was a birthday complete with beach time, shakes, presents and . . . Rice-Krispie treats with candles for her cake.

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Abe made a habit of photo bombing as many pictures as possible with a nice thumbs up and this face.

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“Look,” I lamented to him at one point – showing him a perfectly handsome (though unfortunately blurry) picture that I’d caught of him when he wasn’t looking. “You’re so handsome. Don’t you want more pictures of you like this to remember some day?”

He simply went on with his photo bombing.

. . . Which is why we all had a good hard laugh when I snapped this picture – and Abe, who was completely unaware and wasn’t actually trying to ruin any photo at the moment, turned out looking like this:

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Abe was pretty pleased that he’d managed that without even having to try.

My sister Shannon and her kids happened to be visiting from TX and were able to come hang out with us for most of the 4th. The girls and I had been using the henna ink that our good friend Fatimah had gifted us the week before (as she bid us farewell on her return to Saudi Arabia). When Shannon (who has alopecia) arrived we thought doing a little henna on her head would be a grand idea. Better pictures of all this henna business in my cell phone shots (which I’ll add to my next post). (Sorry only a tongue poking out pic, Shan. You still look cool though. So, whatevs.)

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There was also a fair amount of 4-wheeling. And a trip to a cave (without me and Summer). And Mike picking 8 billion thorns out of my jog-stroller tires (bless him). I often wonder if my kids would have an ounce of fun if they had only me . . . and no Mike. Kayaks? Caves? 4-wheelers? Exhausting, I’d say. Luckily, they do have Mike. (And so do I.)

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At one point I saw Mike and Jesse riding up the dirt road towards our cabin together on a 4-wheeler. Mike’s arm was extended behind him and he was dragging a lawn mower. I knew immediately what had happened. They’d spotted this treasure by the dumpster and had naturally brought it back for Jesse to take apart. Which he did.

See? Much less fun if there were only me. I always just leave broken lawn mowers where I find them – which is a very boring thing to do.

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The End.

8 comments:

Kara said...

Love the pictures. Love bear lake. Love the legacy you're building for your kids.

Montserrat Wadsworth said...

Oh the memories your family is making and the ones you have captured are a joy to see!

Marilyn said...

Okay. First of all, I would love to find a little girl in a flower. How lovely. Second of all, do the "famous bear lake raspberry" shakes live up to the hype? (Or even the "least famous"…?) I have only ever been there in the winter, and I see all the signs promising such delicious shakes, and I'm so hopeful that they would be amazing. Of course, shakes are always good, really, but I mean--is a mom shake AT BEAR LAKE delivering an experience one could not get at, say, JCW's?

I also enjoyed: blue water. Freckles. Funny, funny Abe. Henna head. Sunset braid silhouettes! Summer looking dubious. And lawn mower scavenging!! Such good memories you will all have.

Marilyn said...

I don't know what a "mom shake" is. Or why I wrote that. Oh! I think it was supposed to say "milkshake."

But a baby shake might be pretty good. Soft and juicy.

Nancy said...

Hm. One does typically feel compelled to get a raspberry shake when getting a shake at all at Bear Lake (unless one is my child -- then they might order something horrific like a TRIX shake!!! Shudder. Imagine.) when one would otherwise order a sensible chocolatey shake. But . . . I actually prefer my own little raspberry shakes made in my own blender. And once upon a time there were raspberries being grown left and right up there. I don't just see them around now. For all I know I'm eating shakes made with CA raspberries when I'm there!!

Tessa Burningham said...

I'm not sure why I haven't been reading this every day of my existance. I'm not much of a blog person but I am now going to start. But just with yours. Yours is all that matters. Anyway, you had a baby today.. So I'll give you a break but tomorrow I'll be expecting a new post. You have fans Nancy! Don't disappoint.

Tessa Burningham said...

I'm not sure why I haven't been reading this every day of my existance. I'm not much of a blog person but I am now going to start. But just with yours. Yours is all that matters. Anyway, you had a baby today.. So I'll give you a break but tomorrow I'll be expecting a new post. You have fans Nancy! Don't disappoint.

Tessa Burningham said...

I'm not sure why I haven't been reading this every day of my existance. I'm not much of a blog person but I am now going to start. But just with yours. Yours is all that matters. Anyway, you had a baby today.. So I'll give you a break but tomorrow I'll be expecting a new post. You have fans Nancy! Don't disappoint.

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