Tuesday, October 21, 2014

At Grandma’s Wedding ~ Twirly Tuesday

Goin’ to the chapel and we’re gonna get married….

Don’t you love that song? J

My mom got married on Saturday, and it was pretty casual as far as weddings go. The bride was 82yo and the groom was 72yo, so Mom went low on tradition and high on surprise that a match would be made late in life. Joviality abounded. And who knows? They could have twenty or more years together. J

All of the grandchildren played a part. My 14yo and {now} 13yo daughters manned the guest book. My 10yo son was an usher, along with his 10yo cousin. My 8yo daughter was a flower girl, along with her 7yo cousin. My 5yo and 3yo sons were ring bearers.

Mom’s only request was that everyone wear blue, her favorite color.

The clothing came together for five of the children fairly easily. But the 13yo had to start from scratch.

We started with a fine-gauge navy blue ¾-length sweater that I already owned. No skirt seemed appropriate, but a trip to the fabric store yielded a fine-wale corduroy with a mix of blues. Her current navy blue shoes were pinching the toes, but Kohl’s had a sale. After all that, it didn’t seem quite finished until she added an infinity scarf in a coordinating aqua color.


Voila!





What the 13yo wore ~

Blues corduroy skirt ~ basic tube skirt with ruffle and elastic waist made by me ~ sale fabric from Jo-Ann Fabrics
Navy ¾ length sleeve sweater ~ Lands End originally, borrowed/handed down from me
Scarf ~ Wal-Mart
Navy flats ~ Kohl’s 50% off sale with additional 20% off J



Lilla Rose flexi ~ tails up in an extra-large Cameo Appearance flexi 













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Friday, October 17, 2014

Dear Dad {on the eve of my widowed mother’s wedding}

Dear Dad,

It’s hard to believe it’s been nearly five years since we said our last goodbye. Had I known that Wednesday evening would be the last I’d ever see your lopsided smile and hear your deep voice tell me you love me, I would have lingered a little longer. We were late as it was and the children were getting antsy, but I would have defied the hospital visiting rules and hugged a little longer. According to the statistics for paraplegics, you had a good, long life. But I’ve never cared for statistics, and I wasn’t ready.


A lot has happened since then.

We’ve had another baby. A beautiful boy who is now three years old. We even gave him your name – my maiden name – as his middle name.

I started writing again. Stories of love and overcoming hardship and redemption. Writing your obituary is, in fact, what inspired me to get back to my college love. I miss having someone to talk about books and the law with.

We’ve built a house, one big enough for our large family, and we hope to move in soon. It’s weighed heavy on my mind more than once that we don’t need to build a ramp out front for your wheelchair.

And Mom’s getting married. Tomorrow.

I was shocked when she first brought him around, as I imagine so many other adult children of widowed parents are in the same circumstances. My 81yo mother with a boyfriend? “This is wrong,” my spirit cried out. “What about my father? Her husband of more than 52 years?” It wasn’t that long ago we celebrated your Golden Anniversary. When you passed away, Dad, I couldn’t believe that I was the only one who wanted a memorial service for you.

So tomorrow, I return to that same chapel. The last time I was there, your empty wheelchair stood on the platform with your photo propped in the seat. Tomorrow, my brother and I will walk Mom down the aisle to give her away to a man who is not our father. I’m human, so I have to admit that I’ve cried, grieving for you all over again.

And yet…. I can see that this is good for Mom. She’ll have a companion again. Someone to go out to eat with, to go to church with, to be there with her in the late night hours of loneliness.

Her macular degeneration has become much worse since you’ve been gone, Dad. She can’t drive now, and she can’t read labels at the grocery store. But her soon-to-be husband can. They’re good together.

Maybe some would accuse me of being overly emotional. I’ve been told I’m a sensitive person, whatever that means. So I’ll wrap this up and just say goodbye. Again. As I say hello to a stepfather tomorrow.

I love you, now and forever.

Your daughter,
Meghan




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Tuesday, October 14, 2014

Growing Up Duggar Book Review by the 14yo {and giveaway winner!}

I’m one of those {mean J} mothers that tell their children what to read every once in a while. I always oversee, but sometimes I assign. When I read the Duggar girls’ book, I knew I wanted my children to read it as well at some point during their teen years.

The book is conversational in tone, and it only took my daughter a day or two to zip through it. As I read, I added tabs to the side to mark particular passages that I’d like to mull over or discuss with my husband or daughter. There are a ton! J


On to my daughter’s thoughts ~


The subtitle says it all: It’s all about relationships. The Duggar girls stress the point that relationships are very important. They write about their relationships with themselves, their parents, siblings, friends, boys, our country, our culture, and the world. They challenge the reader to strengthen present relationships, and in some cases, when not to pursue them.

Throughout the book, they share their goals, their accomplishments, and their defeats, as well as true stories and real-life pictures.

This book proved to me that the Duggars are human too. They aren’t only the fun, happy family on TV; they have fears, problems, and troubles just like the rest of the world. That is one of the reasons I enjoyed this book so much. I feel like I can relate to them better.

Another reason I enjoyed it was that it seemed to me that my family and theirs are quite similar. We have a lot of the same standards, and we have a lot of fun like they do. 

I liked that it was not only about the Duggar girls, but there were also a few instances from their parents’ and even their grandmother’s growing up years.

I would love to meet them because they are very friendly, and I think we would get along well. After reading Growing Up Duggar, I feel like I know them already.

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And now the winner of The Amish Bride by Mindy Starns Clark and Leslie Gould!

{I put all the entries in my coffee mug with “grateful for God’s unfailing love” printed on the inside. Grateful for all of you and your entries as well! J}

The winner is…



Penelope!!


Congratulations! All I need is your smail mail address, and I’ll get it in the mail to you this week. You can email me through my contact page.









Have you read Growing Up Duggar? Any nuggets of wisdom you care to share from it?



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