My oh my, how time flies! I found these old photos of my precious babies and just gazed at them for hours ... or maybe just lotsa minutes. It seems like my babies were this size just days ago sometimes ... and now they're ADULT children. What was it that John Lennon said? "
Life is what happens while you are busy making other plans." And it's so true.Just look at my boy's smile! Snow isn't something that happens often in southwest Texas, but in 1985 we had an amazing 11-inch snowfall. It was a magical event that made me wish I was a kid, too, just like mine. A cold, wet, happy kid.
When I asked him what he liked most about the snow, he quickly told me, "Oh, I like
eating snow. No, wait, I like
throwing snow. No, no, I like
SLEDDING in the snow! Oh, Mom. You ask such silly questions!" And even though my 30-year-old boy now lives in sunny LA, he makes it a point to visit some snow, somewhere, every winter.
Now, talk about a happy kid. My happy girl has always had her own sense of style, and she's never been afraid to be different. Being herself just makes her happy. Here she's wearing the almost-too-small-and-very-worn dress from her very first stint as a flower girl in the wedding of one of my former students a couple of years earlier.
She had turned two a few weeks before the wedding, and I was a little nervous, afraid that she was too young to pull it off. But she marched down the aisle, meticulously dropping flower petals like a champ, and as I stood at the back of the church I finally relaxed.
What I hadn't realized, though, was that the church lights would be dimmed down to nothing mid-ceremony as the couple exchanged vows by candlelight. In the hush of the moment, with only the flickering candles illuminating the minister and wedding party, my girl's little-girl voice could be heard true and clear as she sang, "Happy birthday to me ... happy birthday to me. Happy birthday, dear Ash-a-lee ... happy birthday to me!"
I was mortified. Everyone laughed and applauded, though, and my girl got a big hug from a very gracious and amused laughing bride. And
then the ceremony continued.
Aww ... and here she is again, this time being crowned Little Miss Sabinal, circa 1984. During the contest, as all the little hopefuls stood in line on the stage, my girl got sorta bored. She flopped down on her belly, propped her elbows to rest her precious little face in her hands, looked toward the judges with a big ol' grin, tilted her head, and WINKED. Needless to say, she was a shoo-in.
And, in case you're wondering, yes, she still suffers from terminal cuteness. And I mean that in a good way.
Next to his obligatory naked-in-the-bathtub photo, this is my very favorite shot of my boy. Would you just look at those beautiful blond curls?
Sigh.
All the magic of Christmas is in that sweet expression and hopeful look in his eyes. He'd been a shepherd in the nativity play that Christmas, circa 1980, and I have to say, he was a very good shepherd, too. Even at a tender age, my boy took the responsibility of being a shepherd quite seriously, even to the extent of keeping the other shepherds, a cousin in particular, from wandering off during the "boring parts" of the re-enactment.
When Santa Claus showed up in all his red and white ho-ho-ho splendor, my boy was enchanted and almost overwhelmed. Such reverence he had for the REAL Santa Claus! The children lined up, each ready to tell Santa what they wanted to find under the tree Christmas morning. But my boy, for the first and maybe only time in his life, was speechless, overcome by the mere presence of someone so magical and wonderful.
I remember having trouble focusing this shot because I was bawling like an idiot. But hey, I'd just given birth to his sister a couple of months earlier, so I'm claiming 'post-partum crazy' on that one. But I still tear up when I see this photo and remember such innocence.
And here we are, all three of us, at the county fair, maybe? I really don't remember where we were when this was taken. My boy's in the background; he'd apparently just run off to look at something more interesting than whoever it was pointing the camera at us. What a cute little butt he had. (Oh, how he's going to hate my saying that!) But more importantly, see how skinny I used to be?
Sigh.
Yup, that's the way we were. Hope you enjoyed the little memory lane stroll almost as much as I have.
The pitaya started blooming early last week, little splashes of unbelievably bright magenta in the brown desert.
Not only are the pitaya's blooms gorgeous, the fruit to come is absolutely delicious and similar to strawberries in taste, only sweeter. Very yummy.
Right now, here and there, the desert hills and gullies are dotted with the bright blooms. The blooms don't last long, maybe a week or so, but while they do, we're enjoying the welcome spectacle.
The giant cow-tongue prickly pear that grows in our 'front' yard is sprouting all kinds of growth--soon to be red tunas and new plump pads.
The elongated pads are what gives this particular variety of prickly pear its unusual name. I had called it donkey-ear cactus until I was corrected by a longtime local.
Bees are buzzing around the mesquite that's covered with furry caterpillar-looking blooms. When the mesquite leafs out, spring is supposed to be well on its way.
And this is a lush, lovely orchid--not! It's a close-up of a cenizo bloom (see photo below). It's been awhile since our cenizo's flowered.
Cenizos typically bloom when the humidity's high. This past week we had three consecutive days of 100-percent humidity, a desert rarity.
And this lovely little red bud-like thingy will turn into a pomegranate after it flowers. Last year our scrawny little tree gave us a record 31 pomegranates. Yum! Another eight, close to the ground, went to the javelinas.
And the oleanders are starting to bud out, too. They always add a splash of color to the place, and, along with the pomegranate, attract hummingbirds. Although they're fascinated by them, the kitties are scared to death of hummingbirds.
Unfortunately, when the cottonwoods start sending out shoots, it means trimming time. These poor little guys don't stand a chance.
My oh my, how time flies! I found these old photos of my precious babies and just gazed at them for hours ... or maybe just lotsa minutes. It seems like my babies were this size just days ago sometimes ... and now they're ADULT children. What was it that John Lennon said? "Life is what happens while you are busy making other plans." And it's so true.
Now, talk about a happy kid. My happy girl has always had her own sense of style, and she's never been afraid to be different. Being herself just makes her happy. Here she's wearing the almost-too-small-and-very-worn dress from her very first stint as a flower girl in the wedding of one of my former students a couple of years earlier.
Aww ... and here she is again, this time being crowned Little Miss Sabinal, circa 1984. During the contest, as all the little hopefuls stood in line on the stage, my girl got sorta bored. She flopped down on her belly, propped her elbows to rest her precious little face in her hands, looked toward the judges with a big ol' grin, tilted her head, and WINKED. Needless to say, she was a shoo-in.
Next to his obligatory naked-in-the-bathtub photo, this is my very favorite shot of my boy. Would you just look at those beautiful blond curls?
And here we are, all three of us, at the county fair, maybe? I really don't remember where we were when this was taken. My boy's in the background; he'd apparently just run off to look at something more interesting than whoever it was pointing the camera at us. What a cute little butt he had. (Oh, how he's going to hate my saying that!) But more importantly, see how skinny I used to be?
It was so windy and cold that I spent a good chunk of yesterday afternoon looking for a couple of photos for a friend. He's asked and I'd promised (several times). It's taken so long to find them that I'm too embarrassed to show up in town until I have those *@# photos in my sweaty brown hands. As it turns out, I'd deleted them. Accidentally, of course, and that's another long story. Thankfully I'd uploaded them to a photo-service website, so I will at least be able to order prints for him. Whew--I will get to make good on my word after all.
