TIME TICKIN AWAY

It doesn't seem possible that a year has passed since leaving Massachusetts. When I arrived last May it was just in time for Mother's Day. Well another Mother's Day has just passed and it makes me feel so blessed to have my girls and their guys in my life. Cooper will be turning two in a couple of weeks. Danielle turning twenty seven, Owen is turning the big 30. Birthdays and Holidays mark such milestones and memories. This weekend is Memorial Day. Traditionally the start of the summer season. A Holiday that Joe and I never seem to celebrate properly. My grandmother would always buy geraniums right after Memorial Day because the price went down. She used them all around her little White Island cottage to bring bright red and pink blooms to greet visitors. I recall during one of our jaunts to Boston, with Nana Blanche in tow, we stopped to visit Grampa Joe's grave site where she placed a pot of these geraniums. Memorial Day for me will be greeting and accommodating tourists and visitors to the sea shore. Kind of like the potted geraniums of Nana Blanche's.

TIME IN THE POOL

This is my first attempt at posting video. Nicole and Cooper visited in Laguna Beach on Mother's day and spent some quality time in the pool.

I love this stuff.

FIRST TIME HOLDING JEF

This was taken the morning I arrived in New Jersey at the hospital. Owen made special arrangements with the staff so that I could come right in at 8am since I had flown all the way across the country. This little bundle made me feel as much at peace as he looks at peace. A perfect mix of his parents. Born out of love. Love for family.
Spending two weeks with the Fletcher family was so special. It went by all to fast and left me missing so many special moments. I'm thankful for the ones I was there for.
Joseph's umbilical cord fell of just in time for a first bath. He loved it. He had his first lunch date with his Mom and I at an East Coast Chinese food restaurant. He slept the entire time. Danielle, being an observant Mom, noticed a rash on Joseph a few days after her milk came in. We concluded it was the pepperchinies and salsa from supper the night before.
I cherish the time I spent with The Fletcher's. There is a tightness there that fills my heart with goodness.
This is a more recent picture of JEF Joseph Edward Fletcher. A born politician. Taken two weeks ago.