Nothing beats a pair of favorite jeans with a chunky knit.
Happy Fall shopping.
All in my favorite color.
So now that I am back, what exactly took all our time away these last few months? Here is a quick trip down memory lane.
The beginning of summer was all about dance, Irish Dance. We had recitals, Irish Summer Festivals and a dance trip to Montreal. It was Miss F’s first time dancing and she had a blast trying to be like her big sister.
Miss F and I visited Mr S and Miss P for flag day.
I really think Miss F loved the whole idea of getting ready to dance. Bun, tights, ghilles, tutu and all. Every single second of it.
When we were in Montreal, the Mr became a paparazzi and snapped Lady Gaga as she was leaving her hotel room. Madness.
We went to a water park and a dinosaur park. It was a bit chilly, but they went through it like troopers.
We took boat rides, caught crabs with hot dogs and went to beach concerts.
Miss P was in the play Treasure Island and she had a blast!
Miss P used the ocean as a back drop for her never ending quest for the perfect jump hold.
And let’s just say that having a lemonade stand was very lucrative and very exciting.
And Mr. S in his glory.
When you think of your grandma, how would you describe her? My Dad’s mom, who we all call Grandma, could be described as the quintessential Grandmother. Always smiling, eager for her great-grandchildren to dance, act silly and just be kids. Visiting her at her home is never a quiet visit. She loves her Price is Right on the loudest setting, and would think nothing of my kids hooting and hollering, laughing and jumping around. The rowdier the better time we all would have.
Growing up, my Dad and I would visit her and Grandpa almost every week. She taught me how to play Gin Rummy, make paper airplanes and hats. We would walk to the local drug store and buy candy or get ice cream at the local diner. Every now and then I would go to Saturday Mass with her, always sitting in the same pew. I cannot think of ever a time when she didn’t make me feel special or for that matter loved.
When I resigned from teaching, I was able to reconnect more with my family. Looking back now, it was a blessing and I would not change leaving my job for a second. I was able to bring Mr.S and Miss F and visit her more often and watch them make her smile and laugh. I now can look at all those pictures I snapped on those visits and see that every single one had her laughing and my kids rolling on the floor. Those are priceless moments forever captured. Moments in time.
I never fully appreciated or recognized how amazingly strong and loving my Grandma was until I became a mother. Life has a way of handing you devastation unexpectedly , and how you learn to process a new life through grief and try to find joy in a new way of living can be unbearable or impossible for many. A feat that no one ever wants to imagine facing. She did exactly that for most of her life after the loss of her beloved daughter. Every holiday, special family event, or any normal day, she showed us all love and happiness despite how deeply she missed and grieved her daughter. A lesson we can all follow in our lives when we sweat the small stuff.
Her love of her family showed in her requests for a quick picture at every visit. Her walls adorned with photos of her family.
Our Grandma passed away on August 16th at 91 years young. Exactly one month ago. I find myself putting on Price is Right at 11 weekdays, because I know that that is what she would have on if she were still here. As we celebrated her life on a warm beautiful cloudless sky a few weeks ago, I could not help but feel comforted knowing that she was with her daughter and Grandpa. I decided to make a conscious effort from then on to SMILE, LAUGH and CHERISH what I have just the way she lived every single day of her life.
I love you Grandma.
Are you still there? I know I have been basically missing for months. Honestly, I just lived my life instead of writing about it. The summer is one thing after another, and there is literally no time to write. I love the summer. It is my most favorite time of the year where we live and I relish being with my kids and doing what we do.
I have to also say that I kind of lost my way with the old blogging thing- reading and writing of them. I guess maybe it is my head that is still in a different era, but I cannot stand the selfie thing. Sure, I have snapped some of myself, specifically after I get my hair done. Possible new profile picture,etc. But very very rarely do I post. My instagram feed is not filled with those at all. I guess I had reached my limit of the eternal feed of selfies that I see when I scroll through the news feeds etc, and I just lost interest. Are we coming to this? The tireless promotion of products that were given for free so that everyone can make a buck? I get that we all need to make money to survive, but it is just so yuck.
I know I post on here about clothes, inspiration shots of interiors and even my own new build, that are not meaningful thought-provoking thoughts. Believe me, I am an over thinker, ponderer, and examiner in my mind, but do I really want that out there forever in the stratosphere, my words hanging in air for eternity, even after I am long gone? I used to read at least 30-40 blogs daily and as of the last year it dwindled to about 4 a day. The ones that stuck with me had a great mixture of personal thoughts, self-promotion, humor, information and not one selfie in sight. So as I re-emerge to blogging, with one foot in, I think I am going to try to go that route and see how it feels. I plan to stick it through until December and see if it feels therapeutic, creative and fun.
All I can say is we are all trying our best. And whatever way or however that makes us feel like we are doing alright for ourself, than I say go for it. As you do…….