Darren & I are driving back from the lake this Memorial weekend, taking the long way, just to see one last glimpse, the water looks soft as the evening light dances on its ripples and edges, and we are already talking about when our next trip back could be. If you’ve read any of my posts, you already know I’m pretty sentimental and reflective. I was thinking about this earlier, while we were still on the water, as to how, when still and soft, a body of water is reflective of light and the scenery around it. As always Darren & I start remembering and recounting when... we have so many sweet memories getting to hang out at the lake with our family...perhaps I’ll get to share some fun stories another time. This evening I find myself thinking, smiling and reminiscing about fun Kolby stories...
It is our oldest daughters birthday and before you say, “wait a minute...” Yes, you are right. Technically speaking, she is our oldest daughter in law. That being said, she is ours because God saw fit for her to fall in love and marry our oldest son, Will. For this and for her, we are truly grateful. While I have been so very blessed with three incredible young women who married our sons, whom we call our daughters, she is our first😊
I love Sweetarts, lemon drops...those yummy treats that simultaneously satisfy my sweet tooth and lock my jaw😂
I also love and hold dear those bittersweet moments in life; those moments that bring both a tear and a smile. We’ve all experienced them: that moment of pure exhilaration for what lies ahead and nostalgia for what is left behind. I have many of these in my memory files. I will never forget holding our youngest son, Tucker, not wanting to put him down for the night. I’m not sure why, but that night it hit me like a ton of bricks that my time of holding him like this would soon be over. He was growing so fast-faster it seemed because he had older brothers to show him the way. I held him tightly because I knew that due to some health complications he would be our last child. I held him tightly because I wanted to always remember, always treasure in my heart, always have etched in my mind how it felt to hold our sons in my arms when they were little. That night it was as if I were embracing all three of them, embracing the sweet memory while holding Tuck in my arms...bittersweet.
Darren and I were in a semi serious business mode talk when he replied to something I had said with, “but do they have kindness?” We both smiled a knowing smile and winked at each other.
My mother has always commented how just before my birthday, for as long as I was old enough to wander off a bit, I would become very contemplative and find myself a quiet place to think. I really never noticed it until one year when I walked into our home, she asked where I’d been and I told her that I had been in the woods, climbing trees, just thinking. She said, “You’ve done that ever since you were little.”
“Honey, one of these days we’re going to laugh about this.” This has been my husbands iconic saying for as long as I can remember whenever crazy intersects our lives. I have grown to love and appreciate this about him. His cup is always half full; he always sees the best in people and situations. No matter how bad, he finds the positive, leans in to me and says his sweet words with a wink. And you know, he’s always right. What would bring near panic, tears, or heartbreak, always turns into something we can now laugh about. Anyone who knows him or knew his family will certainly recall how they dearly loved to laugh. I can still hear his dad get so tickled that he’d slide out of his wheel chair -Jack had MS. Darren has had his fair share of...well...I guess...life. He watched his dad battle MS for 15 years and lose, lost his mother to brain cancer a few years later, then lost his only sibling a few years after that. Life...resilience...perspective...gift...God. I am thankful.
We are all, not only living this life we've been blessed with and given, but telling a story. A story of who we are, what we value and cherish, what we dislike or even hate, words or no words, indeed, a story we are telling.
I do have a deep love for words...I love journaling-though my mind races faster than my hand and is a constant source of frustration. I love the art of storytelling and reading aloud. Words are so powerful-to build or tear down. Lots of words are floating around these days, good and bad, and I find myself hesitant to add mine to the mix.
Megan and our granddaughter went with me to market when the pains of hunger hit us. We walked into the food court and realized that obviously hunger pains had hit everyone else too. The place was packed and apparently if we were to eat while sitting, we would have to conjure up some boldness and ask a perfect stranger if we could join them-NOT in my comfort zone, but I did it anyway.
We’ve been hanging out in Steamboat this past week with our kiddos, grand-kiddo, niece & nephew-they’re our kiddos too-plus getting some much needed play time in the snow. Eden, our granddaughter, is not too sure what all the fuss is about with all this white, fluffy stuff. Our family loves to ski and play in the snow! We love the mountains-they are always calling us, and we dearly love this town & ski resort! We are fairly new to ski culture-only 21 years-and we’ve only been coming to Steamboat since 2013. We have had the privilege to ski & hang out at some pretty incredible ski town/resorts in the Midwest and West, and though we are not experts in the ski/snow department, the Yarbrough family knows a thing or two about genuine hospitality. Thank you so much Steamboat! We always feel like we are coming home when we get to spend time with you!
I am a simple and ordinary girl who loves to share meaningful stories about the extraordinary people and blessings, the sweet everyday happenings that make me smile. I hope you all have a beautiful day!