Here is a poem I just found in a notebook. I wrote this at a nature-based preschool conference. The session was about food and culture. We were asked to consider what memories are evoked by an herb or plant that we are connected to. I thought of basil. And my that my family loves pesto so we grow a lot of basil and freeze a lot of pesto.
O basil, you are bunched
shining in the sun
cut, smash, mix:
I smell pesto!
Wednesday, September 19, 2018
Sunday, September 16, 2018
Toots (sounds like a shortened Tootsie roll beginning)
My grandma used to call me Toots. I loved that she had a special nickname for me. It was a source of pride that my grandma saw me good enough for a sweet nickname. It was one that only she used.
There really is something so magical about a grandma and a granddaughter. For the most part. My grandma on my dad's side did not quite see the same lovely things that my other grandma did. I think my own mother and her caustic ways sort of cast a grey shadow over me. And just the hurricane of the alcoholic household caused me to be a big brat sometimes. I know that kids can be mean but I was really good (in an awfully bad way) with head games.
For instance, there was a family that we were close to- or rather the adults were close and us kids played together off to the sides. This other family had 3 kids- one up on my brother and I. The oldest was a girl, 2-3 years older than me. The second child was also a girl, 1 year older than me. The youngest was a boy and I think he was a a year or two younger than my brother. (To keep getting off track, hear this. My brother and I are Irish twins. The little brat stole my first birthday thunder (and all subsequent birthday celebrations) by showing up 9 nine days before I got to eat my first birthday cake ever. I know it isn't really his fault, but boy did I blame him for everything. And if you spent any time in my family you could see why. My parents struggled with their issues that were compounded by the alcoholism. My dad favored me and I knew it and used it to my complete and shameless (at the time) advantage. My mother was a hot headed and fairly unstable person. In other words, we were not truly shown through example, how to love each other. We were pitted against each other in life- subtle ways to more obvious ones. My brother to this day cannot live without my parents; he is still trying to suck up all of their attention and hoping to be the only apple of their eye. I took a different route and have sought therapy, Al-Anon, and other avenues to move beyond the dysfunction. If you know and understand about alcoholic families, you know what I am talking about.
So of course through all of this, my grandparents have different perceptions about what goes on at the Helwig household. My dad's parents lived closer so we saw them more often. And from the beginning that set of elders worried about my mom and her relationship with my dad. So I think they must have always seen us through these colored glasses. As a child these grandparents were my favorite because they lived on a farm, had an edgy sense of humor and were always around. As I grew up and after Grandpa Helwig died (and Grandma H moved to California), I started to realize that the other more prim, always fair, consistent and loving grandparents were better for me.
Grandma H fell out a little bit in my eyes, too, when we butted heads about the roles of girls versus boys in the running of a household. I was NOT going to clean up after my brother or wash his clothes. No way. Plus I sucked my thumb until way too late in life and she said some disparaging words about it to my aunt when she thought I was not listening. In all fairness, I do wish that I could have gotten to know this grandma and had known her for longer. I think she could have helped me sort out my role in the alcoholic craziness in different ways. Plus it would have been great to get some of her perspective on how and when it all started to really go down hill.
But that is not how life went. Instead, Grandma Reinberger and I became super close. And this lovely lady called me Toots. She passed away over a year ago and I miss her so much. The funny thing about Grandma R is that she has always been consistent, fair and stable- unwavering in her commitment to our family. And the reason I am so shocked by this is not that she is my mom's mom. It is because she technically is not. See, my mother was adopted as a baby by Grandpa R and his wife. (It's awful that I cannot recall her name.) This woman died when my mother was 16 years old. That will leave a scar for sure. Anyway, Grandpa R did not wait very long to marry the only Grandma R my brother and I ever knew- Barbara Ann.
Grandma R was my mom's stepmom- another puzzle in the adoption puzzle. As kids we viewed this pretty black and white when we were told this story. It was shocking to us that she was technically out step-grandma who was also not technically related by blood to any of us or to any of Grandpa R's family. And Grandpa R had no blood relation to any of us either- even mom. And Uncle Mark was also adopted. It made the family tree so crazy and complicated. It was shocking. But just as quickly as registering the shock, we were marveling in how we had no idea. They loved us as their own family. And especially Grandma R who apparently took a lot of crap from my mother, had not held any grudges or showed any signs that her start to the family was anything but easy and smooth. This lady was a saint!
And this same lady, saw so much goodness in me. She saw the crap in my mom and loved her anyway. Towards the end it increased her anxiety ten-fold and she didn't want to witness or be a part of any of my mother's ridiculous behaviors. However, she was still there in her best way. We never talked in great detail about my position but she didn't need to know. She understood and she let it be. She called me Toots and let me cook in her kitchen. She loved my girls and my hubby. She loved to spend time with us and enjoyed hearing my voice every time I called. She was my rock in this unsteady world.
And all of this came flooding back when I heard the name Toots just yesterday.
My family went to visit my husband's parents on their farm about 30 minutes from our house. They moved there from California 1 year ago and we cannot be happier. The only surviving great-grandparent for me or Steve is G-Bugga, and she has been on an extended farm visit since July. We were all gathered around the dining room table for a rousing game of Chicken Foot dominoes. Little A was also playing and getting a tad wound up. When it was her turn, G-Bugga turned to her and said, "It's your turn, Toots." I got all teary-eyed, looked first to Steve and then to mom, who both nodded in understanding, and back to G-Bugga. "My grandma used to call me Toots." G-Bugga smiled and we shared a moment. I have never heard her use that expression before and I felt as if Grandma R was there with us.
Just a couple weeks before we all were playing Canasta with Grandma R's deck of cards. Inside the box we also found a small piece of paper with card values and tips written in Grandma R's handwriting. G-Bugga commented on this and said that it was special to have played with those cards and to have used that cheat sheet.
It has been a pleasure to spend time with G-Bugga. It reminds me so much of all the time with spent with Grandma R. That generational bond is so amazing and so special. And I hope that Little A will one day think fondly of her days as Toots too.
There really is something so magical about a grandma and a granddaughter. For the most part. My grandma on my dad's side did not quite see the same lovely things that my other grandma did. I think my own mother and her caustic ways sort of cast a grey shadow over me. And just the hurricane of the alcoholic household caused me to be a big brat sometimes. I know that kids can be mean but I was really good (in an awfully bad way) with head games.
For instance, there was a family that we were close to- or rather the adults were close and us kids played together off to the sides. This other family had 3 kids- one up on my brother and I. The oldest was a girl, 2-3 years older than me. The second child was also a girl, 1 year older than me. The youngest was a boy and I think he was a a year or two younger than my brother. (To keep getting off track, hear this. My brother and I are Irish twins. The little brat stole my first birthday thunder (and all subsequent birthday celebrations) by showing up 9 nine days before I got to eat my first birthday cake ever. I know it isn't really his fault, but boy did I blame him for everything. And if you spent any time in my family you could see why. My parents struggled with their issues that were compounded by the alcoholism. My dad favored me and I knew it and used it to my complete and shameless (at the time) advantage. My mother was a hot headed and fairly unstable person. In other words, we were not truly shown through example, how to love each other. We were pitted against each other in life- subtle ways to more obvious ones. My brother to this day cannot live without my parents; he is still trying to suck up all of their attention and hoping to be the only apple of their eye. I took a different route and have sought therapy, Al-Anon, and other avenues to move beyond the dysfunction. If you know and understand about alcoholic families, you know what I am talking about.
So of course through all of this, my grandparents have different perceptions about what goes on at the Helwig household. My dad's parents lived closer so we saw them more often. And from the beginning that set of elders worried about my mom and her relationship with my dad. So I think they must have always seen us through these colored glasses. As a child these grandparents were my favorite because they lived on a farm, had an edgy sense of humor and were always around. As I grew up and after Grandpa Helwig died (and Grandma H moved to California), I started to realize that the other more prim, always fair, consistent and loving grandparents were better for me.
Grandma H fell out a little bit in my eyes, too, when we butted heads about the roles of girls versus boys in the running of a household. I was NOT going to clean up after my brother or wash his clothes. No way. Plus I sucked my thumb until way too late in life and she said some disparaging words about it to my aunt when she thought I was not listening. In all fairness, I do wish that I could have gotten to know this grandma and had known her for longer. I think she could have helped me sort out my role in the alcoholic craziness in different ways. Plus it would have been great to get some of her perspective on how and when it all started to really go down hill.
But that is not how life went. Instead, Grandma Reinberger and I became super close. And this lovely lady called me Toots. She passed away over a year ago and I miss her so much. The funny thing about Grandma R is that she has always been consistent, fair and stable- unwavering in her commitment to our family. And the reason I am so shocked by this is not that she is my mom's mom. It is because she technically is not. See, my mother was adopted as a baby by Grandpa R and his wife. (It's awful that I cannot recall her name.) This woman died when my mother was 16 years old. That will leave a scar for sure. Anyway, Grandpa R did not wait very long to marry the only Grandma R my brother and I ever knew- Barbara Ann.
Grandma R was my mom's stepmom- another puzzle in the adoption puzzle. As kids we viewed this pretty black and white when we were told this story. It was shocking to us that she was technically out step-grandma who was also not technically related by blood to any of us or to any of Grandpa R's family. And Grandpa R had no blood relation to any of us either- even mom. And Uncle Mark was also adopted. It made the family tree so crazy and complicated. It was shocking. But just as quickly as registering the shock, we were marveling in how we had no idea. They loved us as their own family. And especially Grandma R who apparently took a lot of crap from my mother, had not held any grudges or showed any signs that her start to the family was anything but easy and smooth. This lady was a saint!
And this same lady, saw so much goodness in me. She saw the crap in my mom and loved her anyway. Towards the end it increased her anxiety ten-fold and she didn't want to witness or be a part of any of my mother's ridiculous behaviors. However, she was still there in her best way. We never talked in great detail about my position but she didn't need to know. She understood and she let it be. She called me Toots and let me cook in her kitchen. She loved my girls and my hubby. She loved to spend time with us and enjoyed hearing my voice every time I called. She was my rock in this unsteady world.
And all of this came flooding back when I heard the name Toots just yesterday.
My family went to visit my husband's parents on their farm about 30 minutes from our house. They moved there from California 1 year ago and we cannot be happier. The only surviving great-grandparent for me or Steve is G-Bugga, and she has been on an extended farm visit since July. We were all gathered around the dining room table for a rousing game of Chicken Foot dominoes. Little A was also playing and getting a tad wound up. When it was her turn, G-Bugga turned to her and said, "It's your turn, Toots." I got all teary-eyed, looked first to Steve and then to mom, who both nodded in understanding, and back to G-Bugga. "My grandma used to call me Toots." G-Bugga smiled and we shared a moment. I have never heard her use that expression before and I felt as if Grandma R was there with us.
Just a couple weeks before we all were playing Canasta with Grandma R's deck of cards. Inside the box we also found a small piece of paper with card values and tips written in Grandma R's handwriting. G-Bugga commented on this and said that it was special to have played with those cards and to have used that cheat sheet.
It has been a pleasure to spend time with G-Bugga. It reminds me so much of all the time with spent with Grandma R. That generational bond is so amazing and so special. And I hope that Little A will one day think fondly of her days as Toots too.
Monday, September 3, 2018
Zero Waste hype- part 2
I have moved past the complaining, I want attention stage. You could say I have matured over the last 10 hours or so of my life. sigh.
I am proud of what I do and my family does to wage the war against waste, consumerism, and our throw away society. I could have posted about these changes and decisions over the years, but I didn't. I have accepted that reality.
And therefore, I should accept the reality that I can do better. There are probably some great ideas out there that we have not tried. There are so many ways that we can do better to eliminate waste, to reduce our carbon foot print(s), to live more sustainably. Heck, even owning a computer (or 3) and plugging in to the grid screams as ways that go against being an advocate for the environment. The power, the materials and processes that went into making the machines, the lack of a true cradle to grave production system- all of these things are reasons to avoid owning and using (not to mention relying on) these electronic devices.
And yet here I sit, typing away.
So I am going to set some challenges for myself and my family. I am going to tap into my resources and talents to grow our sustainable and zero waste efforts. At this point I am brainstorming some ideas and will later finalize a list, make some deadlines and get my family to agree. I do love a good challenge!
Ideas on how to become even more green:
* make more cloth# produce bags
* make some in-fridge cloth# bags for keeping produce crisp
* make more cloth# sandwich bags or wraps
* make some cloth# bowl covers (beeswax or otherwise)
#make sure the cloth is organic and not made in China (and any other potentially negative "side effects")
* find alternatives to products we use regularly (like dried cranberries and nuts) that do not come in plastic
**note: continue to harass/encourage/demand companies like Eileen's to switch from plastic to something better
* continue to harass/encourage/demand companies like Woodman's to stop using plastic bags
* eliminate craft projects from my place of work that use non-recyclable or other wasteful materials
* encourage my place of work to limit our craft materials to ones that are natural or at the very least recyclable or biodegradable
* research shoe companies that make more sustainable shoes- and when we need new shoes (really Need them) we purchase from them
* switch to goat's milk from my in-laws farm instead of buying cow's milk (in glass though) from the store
* go back to making our own yogurt (using goat's milk from the farm)
* figure out how to freeze things without using large plastic zip lock bags (yep- this is a path of complete and utter shame here. You have my permission to call me out on my early rant. And while I am at it, the next two are also causing me to hang my head and crawl under the nearest rock.)
* when our cars die, purchase the most fuel efficient model as possible- or go electric or go car-less
* make our own disinfectant wipes or spray
That's all I have for now. I am going to read through some of the blog postings and Pins I come across to fine tune my list.
What are you doing and what are some ways you can improve?
I am proud of what I do and my family does to wage the war against waste, consumerism, and our throw away society. I could have posted about these changes and decisions over the years, but I didn't. I have accepted that reality.
And therefore, I should accept the reality that I can do better. There are probably some great ideas out there that we have not tried. There are so many ways that we can do better to eliminate waste, to reduce our carbon foot print(s), to live more sustainably. Heck, even owning a computer (or 3) and plugging in to the grid screams as ways that go against being an advocate for the environment. The power, the materials and processes that went into making the machines, the lack of a true cradle to grave production system- all of these things are reasons to avoid owning and using (not to mention relying on) these electronic devices.
And yet here I sit, typing away.
So I am going to set some challenges for myself and my family. I am going to tap into my resources and talents to grow our sustainable and zero waste efforts. At this point I am brainstorming some ideas and will later finalize a list, make some deadlines and get my family to agree. I do love a good challenge!
Ideas on how to become even more green:
* make more cloth# produce bags
* make some in-fridge cloth# bags for keeping produce crisp
* make more cloth# sandwich bags or wraps
* make some cloth# bowl covers (beeswax or otherwise)
#make sure the cloth is organic and not made in China (and any other potentially negative "side effects")
* find alternatives to products we use regularly (like dried cranberries and nuts) that do not come in plastic
**note: continue to harass/encourage/demand companies like Eileen's to switch from plastic to something better
* continue to harass/encourage/demand companies like Woodman's to stop using plastic bags
* eliminate craft projects from my place of work that use non-recyclable or other wasteful materials
* encourage my place of work to limit our craft materials to ones that are natural or at the very least recyclable or biodegradable
* research shoe companies that make more sustainable shoes- and when we need new shoes (really Need them) we purchase from them
* switch to goat's milk from my in-laws farm instead of buying cow's milk (in glass though) from the store
* go back to making our own yogurt (using goat's milk from the farm)
* figure out how to freeze things without using large plastic zip lock bags (yep- this is a path of complete and utter shame here. You have my permission to call me out on my early rant. And while I am at it, the next two are also causing me to hang my head and crawl under the nearest rock.)
* when our cars die, purchase the most fuel efficient model as possible- or go electric or go car-less
* make our own disinfectant wipes or spray
That's all I have for now. I am going to read through some of the blog postings and Pins I come across to fine tune my list.
What are you doing and what are some ways you can improve?
Zero waste hype
So my family and I have been striving for zero waste for many years. I can't remember the last time we bought paper towels. 10 years ago is not an unreasonable estimate. We have been using reusable sandwich bags, snack bags and lunch bags for several years. And perhaps the best example I can think of is when my husband's family and I went to this amazing fabric outlet in MN, probably 8 years ago or so. We found this ultra slinky, light-weight, stretchy fabric that I promptly turned into produce bags. That's right. We use these for our vegetables and fruits that we buy from the store- when we do not have enough of those locally grown items from our CSA farm, Westridge Organic Produce. So I want some credit here! I am scrolling through Pinterest and up pops all of these pins for how to be zero waste and eliminate plastic usage. So doing that- and have been for a very long time!!
I am just kicking myself and being a whiny complainer because I have not written or posted or shared about this to anyone. We are relatively silent about our efforts to maintain our greenness. Damn- it's hard to be a trend setter when no one knows!
I am just kicking myself and being a whiny complainer because I have not written or posted or shared about this to anyone. We are relatively silent about our efforts to maintain our greenness. Damn- it's hard to be a trend setter when no one knows!
Friday, May 4, 2018
Plastics- my on-going challenge
I just contacted via online messaging, two plastic USA companies this morning urging them to stop plastic production and find alternatives. I also messaged Woodmans for the second time this year asking them to stop using plastic grocery bags. I don't expect responses but I do feel so much better for having made the effort. And I won't stop at this. I aim to continue to pester and bug and contact as many companies and related parties as possible until things change. In particular, I am going to "go after" plastic straw companies next.
On Saturday at a conference a couple friends and I ordered drinks from the barista. Plastic cups and lids of course contained the completely unnecessary fluids. I did not take or use a straw, however. And my friend said, you are such a good example. But she wanted her straw and used it anyway. sigh. I have also been not giving my kids straws when we go out or order food. And I consistently ask food-to-go places to keep all of their plastic utensils. We use paper straws at home.
The fight begins.
On Saturday at a conference a couple friends and I ordered drinks from the barista. Plastic cups and lids of course contained the completely unnecessary fluids. I did not take or use a straw, however. And my friend said, you are such a good example. But she wanted her straw and used it anyway. sigh. I have also been not giving my kids straws when we go out or order food. And I consistently ask food-to-go places to keep all of their plastic utensils. We use paper straws at home.
The fight begins.
Sunday, August 3, 2014
Avoiding the Grocery Store Challenge
I have never liked going to the grocery store. I just don't like food that much. People are weird or even creepy at the grocery store- especially the store we go to regularly these past 7 years.
I don't like making dinner. Or rather I don't like making dinner while the kids fight, while we all slip into the afternoon crazies resulting from low blood sugar and knowing there is a good chance some of it will be thrown on the floor. If you have kids, you know the scene.
I caught a sinus cold last Friday- the 25th of July- while preparing to go camping. We had done the grocery shopping for the trip and I busted my tail prepping food that we could heat and eat in the great outdoors. I paid the price and was a miserable wretch most of the weekend.
Of course returning to our casa on Sunday with Mama sick meant things did not progress as they would have on a regular weekend. We would have at least made a grocery list and made a plan for the week. I realized on Monday at some point that we would likely be running out of some staples by the middle or end of the week- but I did not feel like going tot he grocery. So in my thick-headed state (stubbornness on top of sinus pressure) I wondered what it would look like to avoid the grocery store. How long could we last?
I don't recall if my daughter asked for something that we ran out of before or after I announced to the family over dinner one night that I was not going to the grocery. And stating, I think it would be fun to see how empty we could make the pantry. I mean, it isn't like we don't have any food. (Nice, double negative, I know).
It was kind of a joke in my own head. A fun challenge. We have tons of cucumbers and zucchini and a whole slew of odd ingredients- dry beans, tahini, semolina flour and the like. I am a creative person, I could totally do this!
Well, once my daughter realized that I was not going to the grocery to get more hummus or eggs or milk (People are dairy-free! Some people are vegan! I don't use milk on my oatmeal. Okay, I do use home made yogurt, but I don't have to!), there was a bit of a joke's-on-you backlash. My husband thought I was trying to make a point- like I was waiting until he cracked and went to the store instead of me. My daughter started whining and chanting, "go to the store! If Mama would just go to the store. I want pancakes!!" She was almost inconsolable about the pancakes, but her daddy was able to calm her down. Meanwhile I was eating my oats at the table when I realized: you can make an egg substitute with flax meal. Yes, I did say it outloud. I was calm, cool, collected. Of course this was after my daughter had stomached some oats or Wheetabix and the pancake train had left the station. My timing could have been better, I admit that. My husband, being the good soul he is, uttered "that would have been good to try- maybe next time."
I wish I could say that we are still holding out. That we do not have 2 gallons of milk, two cartons of eggs, and store-bought hummus in the fridge, a watermelon on the counter (along with the many pounds of squash and cukes), and dried fruits and nuts aplenty in the pantry. Steve went to the grocery yesterday after his weekend work duty. We did forget onions and crackers so at least we will have to be creative in those areas. What on earth will we eat the hummus with? If it was just me, I would still be trying to use up the dribs and drabs and coming up with some new pantry-cleaning diet (It works on your household pantry and your personal reserves, padded-extra-pounds "pantry"!). Not that I was ever in this for the weight loss potential. Just going for a new way to make the dinner madness a bit more interesting-for me. And I still see no reason why avoiding the grocery can't be a viable goal for us in this first world nation, with our CSA share and backyard garden vegetable heavens piling up on the counter and filling the crisper.
I don't like making dinner. Or rather I don't like making dinner while the kids fight, while we all slip into the afternoon crazies resulting from low blood sugar and knowing there is a good chance some of it will be thrown on the floor. If you have kids, you know the scene.
I caught a sinus cold last Friday- the 25th of July- while preparing to go camping. We had done the grocery shopping for the trip and I busted my tail prepping food that we could heat and eat in the great outdoors. I paid the price and was a miserable wretch most of the weekend.
Of course returning to our casa on Sunday with Mama sick meant things did not progress as they would have on a regular weekend. We would have at least made a grocery list and made a plan for the week. I realized on Monday at some point that we would likely be running out of some staples by the middle or end of the week- but I did not feel like going tot he grocery. So in my thick-headed state (stubbornness on top of sinus pressure) I wondered what it would look like to avoid the grocery store. How long could we last?
I don't recall if my daughter asked for something that we ran out of before or after I announced to the family over dinner one night that I was not going to the grocery. And stating, I think it would be fun to see how empty we could make the pantry. I mean, it isn't like we don't have any food. (Nice, double negative, I know).
It was kind of a joke in my own head. A fun challenge. We have tons of cucumbers and zucchini and a whole slew of odd ingredients- dry beans, tahini, semolina flour and the like. I am a creative person, I could totally do this!
Well, once my daughter realized that I was not going to the grocery to get more hummus or eggs or milk (People are dairy-free! Some people are vegan! I don't use milk on my oatmeal. Okay, I do use home made yogurt, but I don't have to!), there was a bit of a joke's-on-you backlash. My husband thought I was trying to make a point- like I was waiting until he cracked and went to the store instead of me. My daughter started whining and chanting, "go to the store! If Mama would just go to the store. I want pancakes!!" She was almost inconsolable about the pancakes, but her daddy was able to calm her down. Meanwhile I was eating my oats at the table when I realized: you can make an egg substitute with flax meal. Yes, I did say it outloud. I was calm, cool, collected. Of course this was after my daughter had stomached some oats or Wheetabix and the pancake train had left the station. My timing could have been better, I admit that. My husband, being the good soul he is, uttered "that would have been good to try- maybe next time."
I wish I could say that we are still holding out. That we do not have 2 gallons of milk, two cartons of eggs, and store-bought hummus in the fridge, a watermelon on the counter (along with the many pounds of squash and cukes), and dried fruits and nuts aplenty in the pantry. Steve went to the grocery yesterday after his weekend work duty. We did forget onions and crackers so at least we will have to be creative in those areas. What on earth will we eat the hummus with? If it was just me, I would still be trying to use up the dribs and drabs and coming up with some new pantry-cleaning diet (It works on your household pantry and your personal reserves, padded-extra-pounds "pantry"!). Not that I was ever in this for the weight loss potential. Just going for a new way to make the dinner madness a bit more interesting-for me. And I still see no reason why avoiding the grocery can't be a viable goal for us in this first world nation, with our CSA share and backyard garden vegetable heavens piling up on the counter and filling the crisper.
Wednesday, May 28, 2014
Anniversary #14
I came home from my morning job (which is actually really fun) and found my yongest daughter in her highchair finishing lunch, my hubby getting ready to ride to work and a splash of color and enticing display center table.
Our wedding champagne glasses each had a couple sprigs of wild geranium and columbine (from our garden!) and were arranged on a napkin, artfully set at an angle to the table edges. Propped at the bottom edge of one glass was a re-used card. (I love re-using cards by saving the picture side that has not been written on and recycling the messaged half. Not only did Steve do this, he chose a card that I had given him on Easter that had the words "You make a whole bunch of happiness bloom in my heart." The card has been in my card box for years so i finally passed it on. And here it was being passed on again. Too apropo. So he cut out the blooming message and taped it to the picture side of the front half of the card and filled the back with his poetic message.) I read the message and was completely filled with a warm, happy glow and warm fuzzies and all that lovey mushy stuff. Steve knew that he wanted to pick some flowers and have them waiting for me but the rest of the ensemble all materialized organically. He saw the flutes when looking for a vase and thought he would polish them. Then he doubted whether or not he should use them because one of the stems is a bit unstable. And then it hit him:
May 27, 2014. Happy Anniversary to my dear Taralynn. I thought about polishing these cups from our wedding day, but then I realized they are just fine the way they are: *a little tarnished by the years but still shining underneath; *a little unstable under certain circumstances but still intact; *a perfectly matched pair. Just like us. I love you Taralynn. Love, Steve E.
I couldn't have said it better myself and in fact I didn't. I wrote in a silly humorous card late that night right before he came home from work and my sentiments just didn't really measure up. I should have just said ditto. :)
We celebrataed our anniversary the Friday before by heading to fancy Mansion Hill Inn in downtown. We enjoyed a night on the town. But I had my monthly bill and Steve drank too much (and was consequently lying with his head in the toilet for a bit) so the romance was a bit on the low end of the scale. However, the overall night away from home without kids cannot be understated. We had a lovely time. Combining that luxurious experience with the simple yet poignant present and it was the best anniversary yet.
Our wedding champagne glasses each had a couple sprigs of wild geranium and columbine (from our garden!) and were arranged on a napkin, artfully set at an angle to the table edges. Propped at the bottom edge of one glass was a re-used card. (I love re-using cards by saving the picture side that has not been written on and recycling the messaged half. Not only did Steve do this, he chose a card that I had given him on Easter that had the words "You make a whole bunch of happiness bloom in my heart." The card has been in my card box for years so i finally passed it on. And here it was being passed on again. Too apropo. So he cut out the blooming message and taped it to the picture side of the front half of the card and filled the back with his poetic message.) I read the message and was completely filled with a warm, happy glow and warm fuzzies and all that lovey mushy stuff. Steve knew that he wanted to pick some flowers and have them waiting for me but the rest of the ensemble all materialized organically. He saw the flutes when looking for a vase and thought he would polish them. Then he doubted whether or not he should use them because one of the stems is a bit unstable. And then it hit him:
May 27, 2014. Happy Anniversary to my dear Taralynn. I thought about polishing these cups from our wedding day, but then I realized they are just fine the way they are: *a little tarnished by the years but still shining underneath; *a little unstable under certain circumstances but still intact; *a perfectly matched pair. Just like us. I love you Taralynn. Love, Steve E.
I couldn't have said it better myself and in fact I didn't. I wrote in a silly humorous card late that night right before he came home from work and my sentiments just didn't really measure up. I should have just said ditto. :)
We celebrataed our anniversary the Friday before by heading to fancy Mansion Hill Inn in downtown. We enjoyed a night on the town. But I had my monthly bill and Steve drank too much (and was consequently lying with his head in the toilet for a bit) so the romance was a bit on the low end of the scale. However, the overall night away from home without kids cannot be understated. We had a lovely time. Combining that luxurious experience with the simple yet poignant present and it was the best anniversary yet.
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