A single photo – no words – capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.
The Good Stuff
Late one night I was casually looking back at some ancient posts, when I came upon a couple of old school Sesame Street videos that Baby Chomp used to watch. One video led to another and another and before I knew it I had a whole playlist made on YouTube called Sesame Street–the Good Stuff. I was surprised at how much fun it was to see good old Bert and Ernie again. Like some dear, sweet friends had come by for lunch.
Before the night was over, I kinda, sorta ended up clicking a button that I seriously didn’t mean to click. It was so implusive, that I forgot I had even done it.
Until…
this showed up.
Oh, dear. What did I do?!
This is what I did and I’m not a bit sorry, after all. In fact, I think I’m going to love it.
What I meant to say was, “It’s totally for the grandkids. Really.”
Wanna come over?
Heh, heh.
Wilderness Merit Badge
I’ll tell you what…
if you’re brave enough to leave the calm, comfortable, gorgeous place that we call home here in Utah…
and move to the outer regions of the universe with it’s own particular wild hearted appeal…
then I would suspect you’re probably also brave enough to…
sleep in a tent in the utter wilderness, despite the hordes of ferocious wild creatures lurking about…
and possibly you’re even brave enough to…
fish for your own breakfast in the biggest pond I’ve ever seen, that could, in fact be hiding the Loch Ness Monster’s American cousin…
then most likely you are also brave enough to…
take whatever creatures you foraged and hunted and scared up and slow roast them over an open fire out in the middle of nowhere.
So, I’m thinking…
if you’re going to do all that brave stuff with wreckless, crazy, wild abandon, then you may as well do it an a lovely place like this…
that is even lovelier with you all in it.
I sure adore you guys.
I sure miss you guys.
I’m glad you were a boy scout.
Squirmy Baby Days
The kitties are at that awkward stage where I’d happily pay someone to get some good pictures.
They don’t sit still…
or open their eyes–even though they can…
or turn around and face the camera properly.
Haha.
But they’re getting bigger and more friendly every day. So, I’ll try harder to snap some better pictures of our sweet babies.
If they’d quit wiggling.
Sheesh.
Our Memorial Day
We do this day–this Memorial Day, pretty much the same as we have since I was much younger and certainly much more spry. I’ll confess that it is getting a little dicey trudging over the uneven ground that is the cemetary.
But if we didn’t go and do this thing we do…
I would miss it.
I would miss my great, great grampa…
Joseph Ellison Beck who ran a trading post in Spanish Fork and learned to speak to the Indians in their own language.
I would miss my great grampa…
Alfred RM Beck who was a beet farmer…
and great grama Sophia Beck who was a nurse and midwife.
They raised a huge pack of beautiful children.
I would miss my grama and grampa…
Elsie Beck and Clyde Mitchell.
Grama Elsie ran a boarding house and was the best cook in town.
Grampa Clyde was a sheet metal worker and loved to hunt and fish.
They had two children. Only one lived.
I would miss my baby uncle…my grama’s baby boy…my mother’s little brother.
I would miss my grama’s little brother…
Hyrum Beck who was a private in the army and never married. He died way too young.
And I would miss my own mom and dad…
Andrew and Marion Kirby–who honestly, I do miss every single day…
not just on Memorial Day.
Until they are all back with us again,
this is the way we will happily remember them…
especially on Memorial Day.
I hope your Memorial Day was peaceful and happy.