Photo 365 #110: Glass

Seymour has given me some lovely gifts in the time that we’ve known each other.  This is a detail photo of one of those gifts:


For our second anniversary, he bought me a beautiful glass bowl from a local shop, and its beauty never fails to impress me.  The glass contains ash from the 1980 eruption of Mt. St. Helens, which appeals to my love of history.  It’s just a beautiful bowl, and one of the prettiest pieces of glass I’ve seen outside of a church.

I spent probably a good half hour taking pictures of this bowl back in May as we were packing up to move.  I played with angles, lighting, zooming in and out…In short, I spent way too much time photographing this bowl when I should have been packing.  Let’s face it – no one likes packing, and taking pretty pictures is much more fun.  I love the texture and color of this photograph almost as much as I love the bowl itself, and the thought that Seymour puts into gift-giving (regardless of who the recipient is).

It’s a perfect reminder of the things I treasure in life.  Do you have something like that, a reminder of things you hold precious?  Tell me all about it in the comments!

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Photo 365 #59

Went to an anniversary party last night for Seymour’s godmother and her husband (who are also one of his many aunts and uncles).  They’ve been married 25 years.


Twenty-five years of togetherness has given them two children, one of whom is Cricket’s beloved godmother.  She’s expecting her first child soon.  Everyone is very excited, though I suspect Cricket will be in for a rude awakening when baby arrives, as he recently proclaimed that his godmother and hubby are his other mommy and daddy.

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Photo Friday: Favorites

Today is a pretty special day, so I have a pretty special picture to share:


Five years ago, I married my best friend, and this is one of my favorite pictures from that day.  It’s hard to believe it’s been five years – we’ve packed so much into so short a time, but I wouldn’t trade a minute of it.  We’ve moved twice, added two beautiful boys to our family, and embarked on another remodeling adventure.  I can’t wait to see what’s in store for the next five years, and the five after that, and the five after that…

Don’t forget to stop by Charnele’s blog and check out some of her favorite things!  What are some of your favorites?

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Photo 365 #22: The beginning and the end

Every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end.  -Seneca

This post has been percolating for a good week now.  Last Wednesday, I attended my great-aunt Janice‘s funeral with a heavy heart.  She passed away the morning of August 17, after years of battling an assortment of health problems.

Wednesday, August 20, was her 66th wedding anniversary.

Her husband, my grandma’s brother, Calvin, is still living, and I couldn’t help thinking that burying your wife was a hell of a way to spend your anniversary.  And despite Aunt Janice’s stated wish that we celebrate her life instead of mourning her death, there was a fair bit of mourning going on.  She was a wonderful lady, after all, and we miss her greatly.

It was a lovely funeral – their whole family turned up to see her off to eternity, which is saying something because they had four children still living in addition to 18 grandchildren and 32 great-grandchildren.  It’s been so long since I’ve seen some of those cousins that I couldn’t put names to faces – name tags would have been a huge help. 🙂  It was great fun visiting with them all again, but I wish the circumstances for the reunion could have been different.

Martha StahlThe strangeness of life’s ebbs and flows haunted me…

From this moment on

I’ve spent two days working on a gift for Seymour.  Little else has been done around the house, but at least I’ve gotten his gift finished.  Cricket and Thumper helped, too much at times.  Cricket was so funny – he kept hearing our song (you know, the old, “They’re playing our song!” thing) and looking for my cell phone, thinking that Daddy was calling because the beginning of it is Seymour’s ringtone.

Tonight we’re going out to celebrate, but since we couldn’t find a sitter, we’re not going to celebrate the way we originally planned.  Maybe it’s better this way, though.  We can come home, put the kids in bed, pop in Fool’s Gold and have a little popcorn, maybe an adult beverage or two, and since there’s no ice outside, I don’t have to worry about falling on my butt like I did when we first saw it. 😉

Since I’ve abandoned everything else, I’ve gotten no writing done, either.  Luckily, tomorrow promises to be a very lazy day spent at home.  Of course, by lazy, I mean I’ll be doing mountains of laundry and piles of dishes and squeezing in some writing here and there if I’m lucky.  Now that I think about it, that doesn’t sound lazy at all, does it?  Maybe I ought to stop into Casey’s and buy myself a lottery ticket on my way out of town tonight…

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This is a week of anniversaries for me.  Anniversaries and craziness.  Shall we start at the beginning?  Yesterday was my wedding anniversary – three years and two kids and many memories.  Yesterday was supposed to be grand.  There was going to be lunch with Seymour and an afternoon spent making a gift while babies napped and then supper out while the kids were at church.  But then my car broke down in the midst of a busy intersection.  As I struggled to turn around and get back to the repair shop, I prayed I’d be able to make it home in time to finish my projects as planned, but it was not to be.  So instead there was time spent reconnecting with an old friend while my car was being fixed.  Eventually, there was supper out while the kids were at church.  It was an unexpected day, but not altogether bad. The evening spent curled up on the couch with Seymour was, in fact, particularly nice.