some days one is most content to go out & enjoy the almost-autumnal afternoon with a few of one's favorites: geranium, bougainvillea, lavender, & the lovely lantana.
altadena pickings


to love children

i get a little ridiculous around babies. i've always been drawn to them. but anything older than 6 months or so? didn't really faze me much until i was in my 20s.

these days people wonder sometimes at how much i "love children". some think it's "sweet", some are convinced it's because i "have a heart for them", and some have made it clear that they "don't get it".
gwennie june!

i guess it's because i've seen what happens when they're taken away. 
i've seen what happens when every day for months or years, they're *almost* taken away. 
not just in my own family, though that's what has contributed to my spirit the most, of course. 

i know i wasn't the same after gwennie was born and she stole my heart, and i haven't been the same since. who knows what's going to happen when i have my own someday...sheesh.

i'm not baby crazy. it's not because i "just looove kids and think they're soooo cute."

it's because i see a fleeting preciousness there i hadn't before, a need to take it in, to be near it.

call it morbid, or pessimistic, call it strange but i always look at a small child through the eyes of loss. always.
ian in the hospital last year
maybe that will change someday, i don't know. it's hard to know how and why we react the way we do to sickness and death in babies.

it's not because i don't trust God, or because i'm pessimistic. i think it's really the opposite. i just don't ever want to miss what these children are, and what they have to show me. i feel like so many people do. and i never, ever want to.

tonight, i read Lilli's Story, and once again, it reminded me of these things. it's a beautiful, bittersweet little read. 


desperately need strength for the week ahead. 
why so much in particular, i wonder...

maybe it's that i'm emotionally burnt out
maybe it's that i'm anxious for the days to come...
...so. many. things.
maybe it's my grandpa's death
maybe it's my aching heart for people around me
maybe it's stress...do i have so much to do?
...or maybe it's just hormones.

i just want to do everything with grace and love.
i just want my savior's strength.


bye and bye, grandpa...

December 3, 1924 - September 8, 2013
My grandpa Floyd went to be with Jesus this afternoon. Surrounded by 3 of his children, 2 of his grandchildren, and a son and daughter-in-law.

What a strange thing it is, to watch someone take their last shuddering breath in this world...