Yesterday I had a complete FAIL. This is my first (and most likely last) attempt at making a lemon meringue pie. My sweet mother-in-law requested one to celebrate her 86th birthday and I love her so much that I gave it a shot. I CAN bake pecan, peach, apple, and pumpkin pies, but, obviously, not a lemon meringue.
It doesn't look a bit like the one my mom used to make and not even close to Martha's (below). *Sigh*
Photo from marthastewart.com
It was so sorrowful looking that I could only muster up putting one lowly candle in it.
My kind and gracious mother-in-law insisted that it didn't matter what it LOOKED like, only what it TASTED like. I must admit it really was delicious, even if it did turn out to be a lemon of a lemon meringue pie!
This is quite an honor since Nichole doesn't know me IRL (in real life).
One of the "rules" of this award is that I need to pass it on to ten other bloggers (yes, it is a pyramid of sorts, but it could be fun.) The chosen ten are family and friends whose blogs I quietly stalked for a good year. I basically was a "lurker". It wasn't until I began blogging myself that I decided to "follow" them publicly or even comment. That was a huge step.
I have wondered why "followers" and "comments" mean so much and I guess it is the desire to be validated (even though this blog is mainly for posterity's sake.) Perhaps my love language is "words of affirmation"? At least in the blogosphere it must be.
So, to thank my original (plus two) inspirational bloggers I encourage you to check out these blogs--real people with real lives.
My brother-in-law, Jerry, took this picture of Brian and I as the newlyweds were leaving for their honeymoon. I think it captures how, in the end, it really comes down to just the two of us.
As we watched Rachel and David go, it struck me deeply that she really wasn't mine any more. She was his and that was how it should be. It would be just the two of them together from now on--working it out and working it through.
I remember when Brian and I left on our honeymoon and "just the two of us" began.
Twenty-six years and four kids later, we are happy. It has not been easy. It has not been graceful. There has been much learning and growth, but I am glad that in the end it will be just the two of us. Our challenge is to keep it strong NOW so when all the kids leave, we won't look at each other and wonder "who in the world are you and what are we going to do now?"
This is the view I have had all week. No stories or parables or funny moments to share. Just back and forth, back and forth to schools, soccer practice, basketball training, band rehearsals, organ practicing, shopping, etc.
I am grateful I am at the stage of life when I don't have to buckle little ones in and out of car seats and tote them along. The kids I drive around now are the ones who just about grew up in the back of the car as I chauffeured their older sisters about.
This season will pass, but I do think I need to hit the library for some more books on CD.
My friend Shannon inspired this post--nice to have friends who understand.
Abby walked home from school with this little guy in her lunchbox. She found him on the playground and wanted to keep him as a pet, but I wouldn't let her. I explained that he/she would be much happier on the flowers outside.
There is something magical about finding a praying mantis. Their insect qualities seem to disappear and I have always watched them with curiosity. This week they seem to be a fading reminder of summer.