Allow me to introduce you to Kingston.
Kingston belongs to Hollie, Ben, Hazel and Fallon. Kingston is adorable. Kingston is smart. Kingston loves to dance. Kingston loves to hump – pillows, blankets, stuffed toys – anything that doesn’t move that he can wrap his front legs around, Kingston will hump it – All. The Time. Kingston is indeed adorable; but his sex addiction is not. So, because I love my kids and grandkids – and Kingston too –
He might be mad because he thought that ride in the Mima car meant an adventure. He might. Then again, he did crawl up into my lap right after I got this shot and soon after jumped into the Mima car imagining that a fun adventure awaited.
Oh, and he still humps anything that doesn’t move.
He’s a dog.
We shall file this under The Things I Will Do For MY Kids And Grandkids file. You’re welcome, kids! And you’re welcome, Bob Barker!
Nothing gives me quite so much joy as when people tell me they’ve had their pets spayed or neutered.
– Bob Barker
And now six years later, these two seem to remain just as impossibly, perfectly meant to be as the day they pledged to be together to infinity and beyond.
Infinity and the beyond that is making a life and a home together for the two of them and their impossibly, perfectly, wonderful daughters. It’s not all smoke and mirrors y’all. These two have worked hard together and we can’t help but be proud of all the adventures to infinity and beyond that they have made. They have grown up together coming through many adventures…some wonderful and some that would knock the wind out of you. Still they live, love and thrive.
Yeah, we’re also a little jealous of how perfectly gorgeous they continue to be.
Happy anniversary Hollie and Ben!
A miscarriage is a natural and common event. All told, probably more women have lost a child from this world than haven’t. Most don’t mention it, and they go on from day to day as if it hadn’t happened, so people imagine a woman in this situation never really knew or loved what she had. But ask her sometime: how old would your child be now? And she’ll know.
— Barbara Kingsolver
Much has been happening in the lives of my circus act this week. Much to celebrate and give thanks for…sending children off to school…new jobs…college life…marriages to celebrate…milestones achieved…all good and wonderful things for which we all celebrate and are thankful for. Yet all the good, so much good, is tempered right now with our hearts bruised and aching as we hold one of ours in this moment.
Yes, it’s like the wind has been knocked out of us because so many wishes, hopes and dreams are attached to this brand new life.
Miscarriage, yes, is a natural and common event. It doesn’t make it any easier to get over even if that is what might be the expectation. An acquaintance said recently how awkward they feel comforting someone who needs comfort; which I guess is supposed to make it okay to not even try. I countered that perhaps literally looking someone you know and care about in the eye and say to them “I’m sorry” is really all that is needed because no matter how awkward you feel, trust me, their pain is so much more. In the end as they heal, they will remember who cared to say that…and who awkwardly said or did nothing.
I’m sorry is simply all that is needed…add a hug, even better…a casserole for extra points.
In all seriousness, it hurts. I know it hurts my child more than it hurts me right now but it hurts still. It’s a hurt I can’t kiss away for her. It’s a loss that reminds me of my own years and years ago…the three of them would be 31 and 26 years old today
For my daughter and son in law, I am so sorry, so very sorry.
My social media timeline today reminds me that it is a big day in the life of many people I know because,
yes, Back to School season continues. This time today with these two.
You heard me!
BOTH of these girls.
BOTH OF THEM!
I look at this 8 year old before she enters into her third grade classroom thinking how can she possibly look so much more mature than an 8 year old…I mean I certainly did not look this confident and self assured and all I choose to remember of my own 3rd graders was how they were all elbows and knees with a smudge of dirt or breakfast on their chin that somehow missed my inspection on the first day of school. How could Hollie and Ben possibly allow this little girl to grow up so fast?
The only positive thing I can say might be hurray for a November birthday and the state law of 5 years old by September 1st because, you guys!!!
Time is passing faster and faster y’all. I can’t make it stop. I’m just going to hold on as tight as I can while I can.
Happy school year my darling grand girls! Mima loves you with all her hearts!
The most beautiful moments always seemed to accelerate and slip beyond one’s grasp just when you want to hold onto them for as long as possible.
E. A. Bucchianeri
My daughter’s in laws are brilliant people having invited us to join them Easter Sunday so that we all could enjoy face time with our kids and our grand babies. Absolute brilliant idea which we had to repeat on Father’s Day.
Here’s to brilliant ideas, and family time together laughing, loving and eating too much, and three absolutely amazing dads, dads³.
Yes, one of my darling daughters, cube is really a thing!
Of course it wouldn’t be a family gathering without an opportunity for awkward family photos.
Definitely my favorite.
Real men are not those who kill all the bad guys and save the world in movies. Real men are those who strive to be great fathers to their children to make the world a better place.
Happy Father’s Day!