wordy wednesday: what a week! {july 26, 2023}

A week to remember and to hold close in my heart.

It started off with the old, and I do mean old as in 20+ years, kitchen refrigerator dying. (We were hoping it would make it a couple more years until the kitchen renovation). Anyway, panic sets in...a house full of people coming and all the food is jammed into the other old refrigerator in the garage. Thanks to Rent-A-Center, the anxiety got crossed off the list.

Last Monday, my sister came in for a visit. It's been over a year since we've seen each other. We drank Aperol spritzes, enjoyed face-to-face conversations to catch up on each other's lives, went to the farmer's market and bought all sorts of veggies (ever try an Armenian cucumber? Soooo good!), walked to the cemetery to visit Mom and Dad, exchanged what we've been cooking, and found shrimp bushes. Hummingbirds love those.

Playing with the veggies before they go into the salad: Punjabi Tinda, hot banana pepper, yellow grape tomato, Armenian cucumber.

One by one the kids' cars fill the driveway. What a happy sight! It's those little things in life that make big memories.

Little grandson comes to visit Didi at the farm. He found the tractor horn in no time!

Seeing the joys of a bubble machine, a wooden spoon, and a colorful ball through the eyes of a one-year old. (I want a bubble machine!)

More family celebrations: an announcement that a baby is on the way and a beautiful bridal shower to celebrate an upcoming wedding. A precious moment with my girls, the bride-to-be and the mama-to be. 

And lastly, the very full blender of the green smoothie. My kids are healthy eaters (alongside the Bill's Donuts). A houseful of people fills the blender to the tip top  💚

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This sums up this past week

𝘎𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.⁣

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It just means older.⁣

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Because our children will always be our babies.⁣

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They just will.⁣

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We’ll always look at them and see the little squishy baby who would just want to be cradled in our arms for hours sleeping,⁣ or that vulnerable little toddler gazing up at us with wide eyes and chubby cheeks.⁣

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Grown doesn’t mean anything to a mother.⁣

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It doesn’t mean she won’t do everything possible to make their lives easier or to make them smile,⁣ whether it’s making her college-aged child’s favorite chocolate cookies,⁣

or going to the store and buying groceries for her child with small children so she doesn’t have to take everyone out.⁣

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𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥 𝘪𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥,⁣

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𝘪𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘢𝘨𝘦,⁣

If they are 5, 12, 32, or 60,⁣

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𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵⁣

how much taller they are than us,⁣

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𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦,⁣

if they live in our house, neighborhood, or across the world,⁣

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𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦⁣

0 to 6,⁣

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𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺’𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘣𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘯.⁣

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And we’ll always want to know every detail of their day,⁣

and to hear they’re home safe from dinner, a trip, or back from the store.⁣

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And we’ll only continue to love them more with each passing year,⁣

𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘥𝘰.

: @livingfullaftered