

My name is Judy and this is a peek into my world.
When I sit at my computer in the early morning hours, if I am lucky the sun will shine through the window behind me and cast it's morning light on my right shoulder. I love to start the day that way.

Blogs are interesting things. Somedays you have lots to say because lots is happening. Is that a proper sentence? And, somedays, a girl just has to find something to put on her blog to keep people coming back. That is what my son, Adam, tells me. Today is one of those days. I am s t r e t c h i n g!



Adam and his family arrived this afternoon. They will only be here for a couple of days, and I am going to enjoy each and every moment I have with them. I came home in between clients so I could spend an hour with them. In that hour I hugged and kissed them all and had the wonderful opportunity to put Parker to sleep before I had to go back to work. There is something about holding a sleeping child that makes the whole world feel good!
I have never seen a copy of my birth certificate until the last week. I thought I knew what to expect. I thought I would see facts of my birth such as the names and ages of my parents, place of birth, name of attending physician, etc. And, I did see those things.
As long as I can remember, I knew one of my mother's favorite songs was K-K-K- Katy. She taught the chorus to me when I was a little girl. The picture today is of my mom when she was a little girl. When I ran across the song the other day I knew I wanted to share it with anyone who would listen and enjoy a piece of history. Aren't old pictures wonderful? The version I was originally playing was from 1918. My mom would have been four years old. I figured that would have been the version she would have heard. But, honestly, it drove me nuts to listen to it. So, I have put on a version I like better for everyone's listening pleasure. I taught the chorus to my children and to my grandchildren. So, kids....there really is a song called K-K-K-Katy. If you join in on the chorus I bet you would see grandma smiling. Every now and then, I think God puts something in my life that makes me touch my mom.
Derek will be one year old on April 18, 2006. In the last week he has begun crawling up a storm. We watched him yesterday. There seemed to be a key to getting him to crawl...find something he was not supposed to have, and he made a beeline for it! It was pretty cute! It appears he has also learned to read. While the rest of us talked and laughed at Josh's 16th birthday party, Derek found the shelf with all the magazines on it. He was perfectly content lying down and reading about Health and Nutrition. I wonder how he learned to read upside down?

I love this picture! When Sarah sent it to me tonight, I knew it was going on the blog. I went in search of a song and found this magical song by Burl Ives. What a fun little song. Just the idea of a little boy planting a lollipop stick in the back yard made me smile. And, then, the idea of the big brother telling his little brother about it as a bedtime story made me smile more. Well, from there, my mind went back to a really nice memory when our children were little. Tom used to tell a made up story about Reginald the flying picnic table. From what I remember, there would be a new adventure each night. That bedtime story lived on for years. I know for sure Sarah told the neighbor children the stories when she babysat them. Adventure and magic and make believe are three things I believe we need to keep in our lives no matter how old we get.
I know it is a simple thing. I know talking on the phone is an ordinary thing we do everyday. And, sometimes, it is just nicer than ordinary. Tonight, I talked to Sarah on the phone. We talked about all kinds of things. We laughed. She told me she liked the music playing on my blog. We talked about fruit and cookies and children and being moms......all the important things in life. It was a moment. It was a moment for about forty five minutes. It was just nice to talk. I guess it is who, and not what, that makes it special. But, then, I have always known that.



My very good friend, Joe, is Irish. I have learned from him the importance of St. Patrick's Day in Ireland. It has just been another day to me. But, it is not just another day if you live in Ireland. I think the link, An Irish Blessing, is beautiful. In addition, if you wish to know about the history of St. Patrick, visit his blog and view his history link. Joe's blog link is in my list of blog links on the right.
Today, March 16, 2006 is my 63rd birthday. I knew I wanted to write something for today, but wasn't sure what it would be until I found this picture and put it together with this particular song. I first heard this song in the movie, Witness. I always associated it with a certain playful romantic mood. But, when I listened to the words and put it with this picture, the meaning of something I strongly believe in snuck up on me. We all need and desire to be loved for who we are and not what we know or what we have done. How often we think we need to somehow earn love. At my party today, I want to say I hope we all know that we are loved by somebody simply because we were born. Love is not about accomplishment or achievement. It is about no matter how old or accomplished we become, we are all still the sweet, pure, innocent babies our parents held in their arms and counted our fingers and toes and laid for hours just looking at us, amazed at our beauty and perfection. We are still that sweet pure child who simply wants to be loved for ourselves.


I was going through some old pictures today and thought how lucky I am to have this picture. The year would be 1949 or 1950. It is a picture of my first grade classroom. The classroom was actually for both first and second graders, the desks were bolted to the floor and if you notice, all the children are sitting quietly with their hands folded on top of their desks. And, and, and...I just remembered the name of my teacher. For a while there, I was having a senior moment. Her name was Mrs. Tadsen. I am so glad I remembered.




I am proud to say these three children are mine. Granted, this picture was taken many years ago. But, it is one of my favorites. The oldest, Sarah, is 17 1/2 months older than the twins, Kara and Adam. They are all squished in a leather chair we still own and every grandchild finds his or her way into that chair. Sarah and Kara would wear tights on their heads when they wanted to pretend to have long hair. Adam could run the length of our backyard all my himself throwing a football and playing both teams at the same time. I marveled at them then and I marvel at each of them today. Sarah is now 38 and the twins are 37. I have watched them grow up and become beautiful, loving, intelligent, creative, hard working and giving adults. I could never have planned the directions they each have gone. They knew better than I did what they wanted and the paths they wanted to take to get there. I just know there is nothing better or more fulfilling than standing back and watching your children become who they are. Except maybe, when you see and hear them pass along to their own children some of what you hoped you taught them.
Little Derek has been sick the last couple of days. He hasn't slept, he can't eat and he has cried and cried. Nothing much consoles him. Even when he went to the doctor everything checked out ok. He finally slept in the truck while his mom drove around and around. Now, his mom thinks he is working on the difficult first year molars. Orajel is everyone's new best friend at their house. For something that should be so natural as getting teeth, it sure hurts a little guy. What we know is this too will pass and his beautiful smile will be back. We love you Derek!