"Country children used to walk five miles to school in the morning and five miles home at night without complaining. Or perhaps they did complain but no one ever recorded their comments for posterity. That was how history worked, wasn't it? If it wasn't written down it never happened. You might leave behind jewelry and pottery, ornamental tombs, you might leave behind your own bones to be dug up at a later age, but none of those artifacts could express how you felt."
I read these sentences over and over because they just made so much sense. And I think it's part of the reason I started this blog...to write it down. My grandmother (who is now in her 90's...91, 92?) told the family years ago that she keeps a diary. She has kept a diary since I was a young child ~ she has journals and journals filled with thoughts and memories. She in now living in the early stages of Alzheimer's Disease and I doubt she writes much anymore, however if she does, I'm sure we will be fascinated someday to see what she's been writing! I have often thought about those diaries and look forward to reading them someday.
I plan to continue to write and take pictures. I want my family and friends to know what they mean to me and know the impact they have on my life. We all want to know we are loved, needed and valued...myself included. I figure, what better way to get it back, then to put it out there? This is the gift of writing things down. Think about it.
So here is Duncan. I walked into my room and found him like this. He crawled up on my bed, put the blanket over himself and curled up with a book. I grabbed my camera, took a couple of pictures, then just stood there and watched him. Part of me wanted to go right over there and curl up with him, kiss him up and read to him. But then another part didn't want to interrupt the scene I was watching, it was so sweet and soft. The moment didn't last long, but now I have documented it... I will remember, and he will know.
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All I can say is......oh my gosh, i adore that little boy. He is just soooo cute; sigh....tears...smile.
Week before last I was cleaning up after the boys had washed the lunch dishes for me....water everywhere...
Cooper and Duncan had gone downstairs to play and I could hear them talking and making lots of noise. Then, it got REALLY QUIET. Uh oh, I thought, better get down there.
I went down the steps and they were both sitting on the couch, they had a book spred out on their laps and they were "reading". I was amazed! They actually let me read four books to them before they went up for their naps. It was the first time I could actually read to them together. It brought back all the joy I felt when I would read to my little Melissa and it was wonderful.
Oh, by the way, I'm having trouble with it pulling up "Carla says" but this anonymous comment was from me.
Love, Aunt Carla
They can be so cute when they WANT to be can't they?
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