I'm Fixin' To Have A Moment

Last night was the final master concert of the year. And the entire time I kept thinking, "This is the last time they'll ever sing together." It was on repeat in my head. I was near tears and my heart was sad.

After it was all over, I was determined to capture this "last time together". They found me in the lobby. And they were fighting with one another. Bless it.

But I made them smile and stand together.

And then...

Oh, and then...

She licks her sister.

And the year is now complete.

In You Go

When you're tiny, you can fit yourself into your gym locker.
She said she tried to get all the way inside, but the top hooks hurt her head.
It's so nice to know that they're learning good things at school.

Prom 2015

I'm telling you now.
After all this work, she's getting married in this dress.
For reals.

What a beautiful girl and a beautiful night.
With the best of friends.
All rather perfect.

A Questionnaire

I rarely go upstairs. I usually wait until there's a dire need that can't be avoided. Because the offspring live up there. And by "live", I mean "burrow in and hibernate". I fear some form of Hepatitis every time I venture up the stairs.

So, imagine my surprise when I walked into Child #1's room and found this:

What on earth is she doing with the empty water bottles? Is she creating a recycling center? Right there on her dresser? Maybe a landfill? What is this situation? Because that deflated helium balloon at the top of the picture, has been there for 3 years. Literally. 3 years. Oh, and you can barely see the bottom drawer. It stays open. Like, always. I don't even think it's capable of closing. And snuggled in between this mess is a Febreeze bottle. Because, duh?

I asked this Child about the bottle-gate. Her reply? "I empty one and get a new one." That's it. There is no more. Believe me, I waited for it. So, I explained, in my slow voice, that she's clearly missing a step. After you finish a bottle, YOU THROW IT AWAY, before getting another one. I don't even think she heard me. I might as well talk to myself. Oh wait, I already do.

If you're in need to some empty water bottles, just holler. I've got you covered. And you haven't even seen the floor of Child #2's room. Covered. That's all I'm gonna say.

Sisters

Growing up, I had a dad that traveled. A lot. That meant my mom drove back and forth to the airport. A lot. Once I became a legal driver, I was roped into the mix and started the trek to the airport some weekends. But, more often than I'd like to admit, I got lost. Or took the wrong exit. Google Maps would have been so helpful then.

My mom had a genius solution to this problem. She sent my sister with me. To tell me how to get there and back. She was 10 years old. And yes, she was way smarter than me.

Yesterday was that sister's birthday. All she asked for was a reprieve from her mom life. She's a single parent, so she never gets a break. Ever. So I kept two 6 year olds for 9 hours. Let me tell you, my sister makes her life look so easy. And it's anything but. I speak from experience.

I had brief moments yesterday where no one was singing "Let It Go", and I started to think about all the ways my sister is still leading me. Showing me where to go and how to live. She's been doing it since she was 10.

She is my greatest example of all that is good. Her insides are made of pure gold and little crazy. Which makes her all kinds of perfect. She's my Northern Star that guides me in all that I do. She continually shows me what love looks like in action. She is the greatest sister God could have ever given me. Truly.

Sisters are rare and special friends. It's a bond you really can't put into words. Instead, you entertain two 6 years olds and let them rearrange the contents of your house. Love at it's finest.

Happy Birthday to my greatest friend.

And if you have a sister. Hug her today. And let her show you the way.

The Sweet Spot

I sat next to her on the church pew. We sang the opening hymn, just like we always do. And I noticed that this song was in the perfect range for her voice. So I stopped singing. Because I wanted to hear just her. Soak in her sound. Knowing that my times of sitting next to her are quickly diminishing.

But her voice. Gah. It gets to me. I could listen to it for hours. So I stole this time to memorize her sound and the way she moves me with her talent.

And it made me wonder. About the "sweet spot" of her voice. That's when she sounds the most extraordinary. Truly. But don't we all have our own "sweet spot"? Mine definitely isn't singing, I'm guessing yours isn't either. Or, maybe it is. Regardless, we all shine in our own way. We all have a place where our pitch is perfect. We really do.

So, let's celebrate our uniqueness. Mine definitely doesn't look or sound like yours. It's not supposed to. We were meant to be different. Combined all together, that's where miracles happen. And just the goodness of regular life. You be you and I'll be me. In all the notes that we hit or miss, our rhythm is our own. On purpose.

I don't ever want to miss you when you're singing your best. And really, best is right where you are today. In all the ways you're getting it wrong and also doing it right. That's your best. Mine, too. So let's be sure to hear one another. To soak in each others sounds and memorize the beat. Once we do that, we just might make the world a little brighter.

Find your "sweet spot" and sing it. No matter what anyone else thinks or feels. Sing it loud and sing it proud. We were meant for glorious performance. May we always have the courage to offer it.

44

It was my birthday yesterday. And guess what? I'm back to being even. You know how I feel about the even numbers. I heart them. So much. And this year? It's like epically even. A 4 and another 4. Together! I'm telling you, it's gonna be a good year. I can feel it.

I did something rather genius this year. Honestly, I don't know why I haven't done it before. I bought my own birthday gifts. And gave them to The Husband to wrap. The. Best. Ever.

And I worked on a new puzzle. Because, duh. I'm me.
And I hung out with my favorite people on the planet. They even agreed to family selfies in the parking lot of the restaurant. Man, I love these humans.

Some days I just feel like the luckiest girl ever.

Here's to a year full of even-ness (with a bunch of frosting thrown in)!