So, I realize that last post was pretty sad and depressing, so I'm posting some happy pictures so no one has me committed (this week anyway.)
One of my cousin Kim and her new hubby. I designed her wedding dress for her last year. She loved it, and was gorgeeeous.
One of Ozzie, our 4 year old neighbor with capped teeth and serious cowlicks who doubles as an escape artist and has been known to hang out on our porch unbeknownst to his mother. For hours. In his pajamas. Decorating our newly painted shutters with colored pencil four year old art. And when I asked him "why he colored all over the hand rail" he looked at me very seriously and said, "It's my JOB."
One of Walt and the kids planting flowers his mom gave us for the front yard. They died (the flowers) but Walt and the kids had fun.
One of Crystal, one of my favorite's, modeling her scarf
turned shrug that she knitted (almost) all by herself. I embroidered the flower with the Crystal in the center and her initials on it. She was beside herself with glee, and posed for numerous pictures until she was happy with them. Sadly, the scarf was burned up on her lamp in her room before she got to wear it...or something like that.
One of Crystal and Roque in the "hamper." They hadn't heard of a hammock, so they beg for us to put up the hamper. They love it, and spend more time knocking each other out of it than
"relaxing". I initially let them knit in the hammock, but after watching them fall flat a few times, I told them they couldn't knit in the hammock anymore, or they could fall out and impale themselves with their knitting needles. At that, Crystal looked at me and said, "That's happened to kids before." All solemn and serious as she contemplated a knitting needle through the gut after a hammock mishap. This from a child who'd been hit by a car by age five and "it didn't hurt much."
One of my cousin Kim and her new hubby. I designed her wedding dress for her last year. She loved it, and was gorgeeeous.
One of Ozzie, our 4 year old neighbor with capped teeth and serious cowlicks who doubles as an escape artist and has been known to hang out on our porch unbeknownst to his mother. For hours. In his pajamas. Decorating our newly painted shutters with colored pencil four year old art. And when I asked him "why he colored all over the hand rail" he looked at me very seriously and said, "It's my JOB."
One of Walt and the kids planting flowers his mom gave us for the front yard. They died (the flowers) but Walt and the kids had fun.
One of Crystal, one of my favorite's, modeling her scarf
turned shrug that she knitted (almost) all by herself. I embroidered the flower with the Crystal in the center and her initials on it. She was beside herself with glee, and posed for numerous pictures until she was happy with them. Sadly, the scarf was burned up on her lamp in her room before she got to wear it...or something like that.One of Crystal and Roque in the "hamper." They hadn't heard of a hammock, so they beg for us to put up the hamper. They love it, and spend more time knocking each other out of it than
"relaxing". I initially let them knit in the hammock, but after watching them fall flat a few times, I told them they couldn't knit in the hammock anymore, or they could fall out and impale themselves with their knitting needles. At that, Crystal looked at me and said, "That's happened to kids before." All solemn and serious as she contemplated a knitting needle through the gut after a hammock mishap. This from a child who'd been hit by a car by age five and "it didn't hurt much."
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Those kids will remember you their whole lives and be so thankful. You may be the only light of God they get to see and they will cherish it always!
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