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Documenting life's beauty, as seen through the eyes of a lady blessed with everything a girl could dream of, and more: five gorgeous kids, patient and providing husband, an adorable dog, a very cheeky frog, and still time enough to get crafty and creative in the kitchen or with my trusty needles, thread and yarn!
The joys of being Queen of the household! Rejoice, and the world joins in!

Monday, July 4, 2011

Oh very young...

"Mom, where is that book with Sunday boots and Working boots and the Johns?"

Tssk, kids, remember everything! I knew it was somewhere in the house, the book they were so adamant on getting their hands on again (and I knew they would demand storytime - mind you, they're in their teens!)... and of course I had to prove my Mom Powers by producing this book from thin air -- oops, I mean from the depths of the bookshelf, of course ;)

Melly enthusiastically joined me in my hunt, of course she wanted to claim full glory after she fished it out from the back of some hardcovers. We all know Momma knows best, anyway, so I left her to bask in her solitary glee.

We spent awhile reliving the tales of their childhood... All the familiar friends and faces were back!!! So here you have him! The good ol' working man with his Working Boots!

Gosh, these little pictures bring back so many memories... And it's a wonder how one good volume of amazing stories can have such great effect on the kiddos... I'd say they all grew up very fine, even if I say so myself!!!

And little Janet! Who was still called Girl John by her brothers because all of them were named John and it was a good honest name! Indeed! Why didn't I name Nicky that? John! A jolly good name :)

And the boy with his little fig tree that he received as a birthday present! Oh, a touching story if anything! The boy ate the leaves one by one because he was sure that the leaves would make him grow. The years passed, the boy grew taller, the fig tree did not. Dad threatened to take the tree away, but the boy did not allow it. "Give it one more chance, it's my tree, after all," he said. And they gave the tree one more chance - just one more. And the fig tree did not say anything, but the next week it got two new leaves, and the boy did not eat the leaves. He dreamed a good dream when he went to bed that night - he dreamed that the tree was taller than his dad, taller than the house, taller than every thing! And there were figs, juicy figs, sweet figs, falling all over the lawn :) It just makes me smile!

Oh, and the little boy whose naughty little secret scared three large, fierce giants!!!

This is probably the story that inspired Kimmydoll to go about hugging unsuspecting strangers -- AND HER DAD -- when the girls had the chicken pox!

Oh very young
What will you leave us this time
You're only dancing on this earth for a short while
And though your dreams may toss and turn you now
They will vanish away like your daddy's best jeans
Denim blue fading up to the sky

And hey diddle diddle, this lil kitty played the fiddle, and he graces the cover page of the kiddos' favourite book! This is a family treasure for sure ;) we will keep it well!

Smiling in the night

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