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Harper Jones
vjones@whirlingdirvishes.com
So our Easter was chocolate filled and romance filled!
I am EXCITED to announce that there will be a new family member!! My sister was blindsided by a ‘hawked’ proposal.
Welcome to our family DUTCH!!!
Can you believe it???
We have a 17 month old… YES, 17 month old… who is just NOW walking??? Or, rather tetter tottering???
Doc said bones and development is fine. And suggested that his rather large melon be to blame….
I’m playing catchup…
These are from our trip out to Cali to visit family and friends and take in some beautiful weather.
I was editing through our personal photos and couldn’t pick out my favorite candids. So I put them in a slideshow.
As the erratic Texas weather comes to a close and the familiar thick heat sets in, I’m reminded why I love Spring. The color is once again painted among the roadside and blues, and reds speckle the green. So before the scorching star withers away the beauty of the moment. I thought I’d share a perfect Easter roadside moment.
To these two, their life was this beach.
The first of many to come. Wow. We had F.U.N.
So when do we go back????
It was in November. I had the babies at home and dinner on the stove.
Then, the eldest pranced in and told me she was cutting her hair for the boys on TV. Ok, I thought. I think I’m gonna need a bigger glass of wine. I followed her into the living room where I had left it on a family channel of some sort and we sat and watched ‘Locks for Love: The Documentary.’ My innocent little love had mistaken the heart torn little girls on TV for little boys. My heart sunk as I realized her meaning. Wow. At 4 years old my child had realized a need greater than herself. A thoughtless act that helped another smile. As I struggled to breathe through a tear sodden throat, I took her in my arms and explained what Leukemia was and that those little boys are actually little princesses just as herself.
Well, now, realize that she is (was) 4 and is still grasping time in its entirety. So every few weeks the ‘haircut’ and ‘wig’ issue was firmly thrusted back into my remembrance. Well the day came. Today.
So to that perfect little girl who desires her blond locks to return. May my daughter’s 10 inches give you some hope and happiness.
Of course the haircut stimulated my camera itchy trigger finger and I had to capture my still young spirit while she is still mine.
Lastly, if you personally know Shae and I, then you know that both of our children favor my husband… But now…. I finally see me. I’m smiling.
