I love Summer Time. Not really the heat so much, but all the time we get to spend together as a family. Growing up, it seems my sister and I had a friend over nearly every day of the summer. If they were not at our house, we were at theirs. We even had a friend that came on family vacations with us. She became a part of our family.
My kids too have friends that they are always with. Each of them have become so much a part of our family, that it seems there is something missing when they are gone. It can get pretty hectic around the house to say the least, but I enjoy every moment of the madness.
I treasure this time with ALL my children…… the “adopted” ones too. Before long, they will not be spending their time with us. My oldest is 15, and I know that my days left with him are numbered before he will be working, and driving, and won’t want to be with mom and dad any longer.
Here are a few more photos of our time together so far this summer. These memories will last a lifetime.
!! And don’t forget to click on “Summer Time Fun” below to watch the short video my husband put together of the girls swimming……!!
Summer time Fun! from Greg snell on Vimeo.
This year I am an assistant Coach for my youngest daughter’s Cheerleading Squad. I’m super excited about it, and I think it is going to be a lot of fun. A lot of hard work……. but fun, too.
After watching a show on PBS on Geneology the subject of my family and ancestors was brought up. This led me to think of my Mamaw Carter, who has been gone for several years now. Last night as I lay in bed, I thought of her and all the wonderful memories I have of her. It is so hard to believe sometimes, that someone who was so “large in life” and so much an integral part of me, is now just a memory. A lot of who I am today, I owe to her.
Mamaw devoted her life to her family. She never worked outside the home, she never drove a car, she didn’t go visit friends, and after her husband passed away (My “Gran” died before I was born), she always lived with one of her sons. So her family WAS her life. We were all she had.
It is funny, what memories choose to stay with us and linger. Some of the smallest things and tiniest details are imprinted in my memory.
Lake Tahoe – A Pain in the Butt
When my mom was married to her second husband, Larry, every summer we went on vacation somewhere. We would load down the van with luggage, drinks, and groceries. I can remember traveling many a mile with my hand stuck in a box of Lucky Charms. Continue reading
I have never been alone. From the moment of conception, as a tiny embryo, my sister was right at my side. Growing up we did everything together, even being born.
Keri was always the leader, sometimes at great cost. She was the first out of the womb, making the way easier for me, but the process took its toll on her. In December of ’74, just two months old, we both caught pneumonia. Being the first born, Keri’s immune system was weaker than mine, and her case was more serious. We were both admitted into the hospital. As my mom rocked Keri to sleep, she noticed her skin had become tinged blue, as well as her lips. Keri was rushed to Children’s Medical Center in Dallas. On the way to Children’s, Keri stopped breathing 2 more times.
I can remember spending many nights at my Grandma and Grandad Bailey’s house. During the summers we stayed for weeks at a time. We loved it. Looking back, I don’t know how she managed to keep her sanity. It wasn’t just me and my siblings there, it was ALL the cousins. At any given time she would have 7 to 8 kids running in and out of the house, sometimes more when we brought a friend.
Grandma never minded though. She loved us being there. I can not remember a single time that she lost her patience and yelled at us. That’s not to say she didn’t get on to us. I remember her chasing the older cousins around with a switch from the tree or more often, her fly swatter. I don’t remember ever getting a whipping myself, though I am sure I must have. Grandma had a paddle hanging on her wall that someone had decorated and given her. “Grandma’s Paddle” was written across it. I don’t remember the paddle ever leaving her wall. Grandma and Grandad both were easy-going, never yelling or screaming at any of us. Their patience seemed limitless…….or maybe that is why Grandad spent so much time out in the shed.
This is the first post in a new series I will be doing every Wednesday. ln celebration of “Wayback Wednesday” I will post about a special memory in my lifetime. For my first post, I wanted to post about something very special. My memories on first becoming a mother……
I was fairly young when I first became a mom, only 19. I had been married for just a little over six months.