Think Small

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I recently passed what I consider to be a milestone birthday. You know the kind…where both numbers match; 11, 22, 33, 44…etc? You only get a very few of those in a lifetime. 

Suffice it to say, I’m now officially “etc.” years old. 😂 Because I was not looking forward to this particular birthday, I decided early on to make it a special one. 

I planned ahead to make sure that on the big day I would be doing my very favorite things with my very favorite people. And so naturally that meant I was off to visit my grandkiddos.

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Granny Puckett from Hoodwinked Too!

Spending time with young people is supposed to make you feel energized and youthful. Spending time with my busy little ones, ages 3 1/2 and 16 months however, quickly made me feel every single year the oldster. Wait. How can that be? Wasn’t I just dealing with my own kiddos a few years back? Well…maybe a bit longer ago than that-but it still feels like yesterday to me. 

So what’s changed? Besides the fact I’m not as peppy…(understatement)… seemingly in a blink diapers are different, baby food now comes in pouches instead of teeny jars-(more like food I imagine astronauts eat), and don’t get me started on the blasted red button on car seats! Just when I figured out the over-the-shoulder straps and click into place, my hands didn’t have the super-human strength required to snap that damn red button. (Inconveniently located in an area where I could do a lot of harm with a misfire, I might add. Who designs these crazy things? )

 Now to officially sound like an old person on a rant…

Life was so much easier when I had my kids in the 80’s and 90’s. Probably not as safe when it comes to car seats, but definitely easier!

I never did get the knack of fastening those two car seats the entire time I was there…but I did do things that reawakened long forgotten sights, sounds, and feelings from way back in the day when I was a younger version of me. 

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Starting with the sights. The majestic mountains reminded me of the many times I had driven alongside them on trips from Idaho to Utah. Starting at about age 19 I would drive my car (Henry) down to see my friends at college for brief visits. We wouldn’t really do much of anything, but we always had a great time together doing whatever it is that kids do at that age. 

Fast forward a few brief years, and I was frequently taking my baby daughter to the University Hospital there to receive treatment for her kidney disease. Gazing at the hospital now it surprised me that I was dealing with all that at 24 or 25 years old. Either I was very strong back then, or it was the youthful blessing of ignorance is bliss…

Of course when you look back with hindsight, you’re glad you didn’t know all that was coming. But it was a tender time, and those tender feelings rushed back. 

I actually felt grateful to be older (& wiser) because those uncertain times were now behind me. 

On to happier times, and fast forward quite a bit, and I remembered traveling up from Texas to drop my son for his time in the Americorps where he worked in the rugged wilderness of Utah for a time. A skip ahead brought memories of my daughter and her hubby married in the Salt Lake City Temple, and then a year later dropping my other son off for a two-year church mission. (That was a rough one as memories go…) 
Lots of memories and lots of years. But all of these things-past, brought me here today to my milestone birthday-present

Time  to  celebrate  the  here  and  now. 

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My birthday dinner was at The Roof Restaurant overlooking Temple Square where my daughter and son-in-law were married. (It also happens to be the same building where we celebrated their marriage with a lovely luncheon reception.) 

With beautiful views of Temple Square, the surrounding mountains, downtown cityscape, and the Capitol building, it was a wonderful place to be. 

The pianist even played a jazzy version of Happy Birthday just for me! It was a bit awkward when the waitress showed up with crème brûlée and a lit candle-not because I felt shy, but because I was sitting there drooling over a plate of tiny desserts, fork-at-the-ready that I’d already nabbed from the dessert buffet using my grandson as a decoy.

Embarrassing! 

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Oh well, eat, drink, be merry, and all that. I’m daily marching closer to the “all that” so I might as well enjoy it a bit. present

Being with my grands was the best gift I could have given myself, and a timely reminder to enjoy the dailies. And I did. Like sampling lots of little desserts on a plate. Picking wildflowers in a field. Blowing bubbles. Feeding the ducks and playing at the park. Bath time! The joy of boardgames, baking cookies, and watching cartoons. Going to the library and reading lots of books. Mud puddles and dancing. Jumping on an air mattress…(don’t try that one-just sayin’.)

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Being yourself with no inhibitions. Trying new things. Like Mickey Mouse waffles and kid’s toothpaste. (Yuck-bubblegum flavor? not so much…) 

Or trying old things you forgot about…like blue cotton candy, fruit loops, and cheap blue box mac & cheese. 

I even had Kool-aid for the first time in a million years. (Ok-not quite a million, I’m not THAT old!) 

Turns out, although I was dreading it, getting older really is just a state of mind. And if it continues to go the way it’s been going, I think I might like year 55 best of all.

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The year I learned that to be happy being “big” you actually have to think “small.” 

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Queen_Minnie_BBSGrowing old is mandatory but growing up is optional.

~Walt Disney

July, July, July-Do Ya Love Me?

💙❤💙 Well summer is happily zooming right along and July is already on the horizon. As June’s last days quietly fade away, July starts off with a bang-quite literally-with 4th of July fireworks commemorating our Independence Day.image

If you were dragging your feet about summer before, the smack-you-in-the-face heat is your reminder that July is the quintessential summer month. June was just the kick-off, and with August the school countdown looms large. But July is all about creating those summer vacation memories. Parades and picnics. Baseball games and barbecues. S’mores and swimming. And who could forget? Family reunions(sometimes with more fireworks than the 4th!) WeAreLogoDark-01

July is more than fireworks and red, white and blue bunting, It’s also national grilling, hotdog, ice cream, and watermelon month. A month with its own foods? Not too shabby! 
More fun facts about July, July is a long one–being one of 7 months with 31 days. July is also the 7th month on the calendar and is named after Julius Caesar himself-since he’s a famous birthday boy born in July. Ruby is the flashy birthstone, and water lilies and larkspur are the birth flowers.

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The astrological signs are Cancer and Leo. It’s also the start of the Dog Days–the hottest time of year. (See my earlier post Dog Days here: Dog Days)  We all know July to be a toasty month, but that’s only here in the Northern Hemisphere. It’s a chilly one in the Southern. 

Being  a firecracker…err…July baby, I can’t imagine a “chilly” birthday. As a kid my birthday always rolled out the same. Hotter than a pistol, and I always got flipflops–(we called them thongs back then 😂 collective ewww….don’t get me started)–a kiddie pool, outdoor toys, and a new swimsuit. I used to wonder what my booty would have been if I’d had a fall, winter, or spring birthday. (I’m guessing Alice and Co. had July birthdays…I’d have happily celebrated an “un-birthday” in order to have some variety in those gifts…) 

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However, with age comes wisdom, and that makes me pretty wise. So this year on my birthday I’m going to once again be celebrating with a plastic wading pool and pool toys. With my grandkiddos. I may just be dangling my feet, but I’ll be savoring every scorching July moment. 💙❤️💙

Here’s  to  55  more !  🎂

                                                

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June and all that Jazz…


What comes after May but shows up before July? June-that’s what! June alreadyWhere did the time go? 

June is the sixth month of the year and is thirty days long. 

Highly anticipated by kids and teachers as the beginning of summer break and the end of school year, June is the gateway to all things sunny. Swimming lessons, bike rides, lazy library days, drive-in movie nights, and Lemonade stands. 

June has its share of holidays, too. In June in the USA, we celebrate Flag Day🇺🇸, Father’s Day, and summer solstice (when the sun is at its northernmost point) or in layman’s termsthe longest day of sunlight in the year. And who doesn’t love more daylight?

June may have the most daylight hours of the year in the Northern Hemisphere, but also the shortest amount of daylight hours in the Southern. Our summer begins their winter season. 

More fun facts…

To quote famous lyrics…June is bustin’ out all over–but although there is a lot of blooming going on, June’s birth flower is actually the rose or honeysuckle. 

Birthstones for June include pearl, moonstone, and alexandrite; all which symbolize health and longevity. 

Babies born in June fall under the astrological signs of Gemini or Cancer. 

How did June get to be June? Well, June is believed to be named for the Roman goddess Juno…Jupiter’s wife, Queen of the gods, and also the Goddess of Marriage-(quite a resume there!) Therefore, a marriage in June is considered to be good luck! No wonder so many brides choose June. 

June means something different to everybody, but for me June is all about road-trippin’, s’mores season, book readin’, and family visitin’ time. And just to jazz it up so summer boredom doesn’t set in, we added a new puppy family member to the mix.  A Goldendoodle.  And because it’s that time of year, and because she is a little ray– we named her Sunny. 

How  will  you  Jazz  up  your  June?


S U N N Y

Longfellow’s prose is a bit more polished than mine…

Mine is the Month of Roses;

Yes,

 And mine The Month of Marriages!

All pleasant sights and scents,

 the fragrance of the blossoming vine,

The foliage of the valleys and the heights.

Mine are the longest days, the loveliest nights;

The mower’s scythe makes music to my ear;

I am the mother of all dear delights;

I am the fairest daughter of the year.

– Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

H a p p y  J u n e ! 🍉