My Sandy White

My first memories of Aunt Sandy White are filled with antique toys, fresh garden food and bloomers. I don't know if she actually wore bloomers but they always poop into my head when I think of her. She is a master egg hider and a wonderful listener and sounding board. Her home provided me with a refuge and peace when life was a little too hectic or when I just need stillness. I will never forget the warm summer days biking to her home and filling my little bike basket with fresh tomatoes, apples and grape juice fresh off the vine. Jaimie and I would rush home to make applesauce and dream of the day we could have a garden as magical as the one Sandy had created. I counted on Sandy for her honest opinion on everything from boys I dated to food preparation.

Although I cannot bike to her home to sit and chat all day I can get on a plane to and visit- see you in 5 days!

backup plan

While walking "my kids" to school yesterday.

T: (said through a permanent smile and with the most amazing eyes God has given) Camille how will your baby get out of your tummy? will it pop out?

C: yeah, kind of like that.

T: what if it pops out into the muddy puddles on the street?

F: (looking up from the stroller with her adorable pigtails and cute smile) We will catch it!!!

T: and if its a boy I will teach it to play legos

F: and if its a girl I will teach it ballet

T: Camille how old are you?

C: 27

T: and when will you die?

C: I am shooting for 102

F: (visibly concerned) when you die who will take care of us?!

T: (with great confidence) don't worry Fi, ken can watch us.

Good to know they sure have it all figured out- because I certainly don't!

I love my life and these kiddos.

old snowy film from yesteryear

Spring is playing a horrible game of hide and seek and I am not happy about it! I am tired of hearing the morning dove outside my window to then go outside and freeze my little fragile fingers off.