It's already been two weeks since I blogged about the 4th of July...meaning summer is on the downhill swing. I'm not excited about this fact at all (although it will mean Mizzou football)! My kids aren't in school yet, so I don't have "back to school" to look forward to, although I constantly marvel that two summers from now, Cameron WILL be getting ready to start school! I love summer because of warm (or hot) weather, many sunny days, long daylight hours to be/play outside, swimming, getting a tan, BBQs, ice cream (although this I love even in the dead of winter), vacations and a more casual way of life for our family. With our kids as young as they are, our summer is not busy at all. I know better than to wish my girls to grow up any quicker than they already are, but I do wonder what life is going to be like in just a few years. Will my girls get involved in the activities and sports that I want them to be a part of or will I need to learn something new to engage with them? I have promised myself I won't pressure them into the sports I played and loved, but I know it will be hard to fulfill that promise. I watched my 11-year-old cousin, Kelsey, play basketball at the Show-Me-State Games this weekend and loved watching her team play. It took me back in time, wishing I had started earlier...maybe I'd have been a little better. It made me want to coach...hopefully I'll have the opportunity when my kids get to basketball-playing age. And if they don't play basketball, well...let's not go there yet.
More randomness...I watched an incredibly sad and yet wonderful movie last night. I cried pretty much the entire movie, but still loved it. It might have been the mood I was in, or just that I hadn't had a good cry in a while because I can see myself watching it again and not being quite so affected by it. It was P.S. I Love You, with Hilary Swank and Gerard Butler, not to mention Jeffrey Dean Morgan and Harry Connick, Jr. Anyway, Holly (Hilary) & Gerry (Gerard) are married and Gerry dies of a brain tumor at the age of 35. Tragic, of course, but then beginning on her 30th birthday, she receives a cake and a letter from him, followed by gifts (including a vacation) and letters. They are filled with things he wants her to do to take care of herself and to get back out in the world. I haven't figured out yet if this would be unhealthy for a person, only increasing the grief with each letter or just a special gift to be able to hear from that person a bit longer as you begin a new "normal". So, I cried because there are so many times I wish my mom had been able to write something, a journal, card, a letter good-bye. I wasn't with my mom when she died, so it partly comes from that regret and wanting closure and the chance to say good-bye. I also cried because unfortunately I let myself GO THERE sometimes and wonder what if that were to happen to me. I am SO blessed to have Devon for my husband (of almost 8 years!) and two beautiful, special girls, so I don't dwell for long.
On another note, (because I can't end on that!), Cami got her hair cut a little over a week ago. She adamantly refuses for me to fix it...EVER, so we decided to cut it and see what it would do. Because her hair isn't very thick, we weren't sure, but we are so glad we did. She now has an adorable style and refers to herself as the "blue" girl from Charlie & the Chocolate Factory. See for yourself...
Okay, so not the best picture to capture her cute "do", but she wasn't being completely cooperative (imagine that!), but it won't be long before I post more. Oh and the day after she got it cut, she said, "I want a pink (meaning the holder) ponytail". Go figure.
And not to leave little sister out...here she is in all her cuteness.
