Wednesday, September 28, 2016

Practicing Gratitude 9.28.16

- My darling husband. Seriously, he is gorgeous. And a sweet, sweet daddy.
Thanks, Bets, for the pic!
- My allergies - out of control! (thankful in ALL things...)

- Margin in my week - not full of appts and meetings, so thankful

 - Essie's last Tanglewood open house. Students wrote essays for the parents to read, hers was reminiscing on a girls' beach trip taken two summers ago ~ absolutely precious
Sugar Shack
One day we will miss these hand-colored name signs. Ok, maybe I'm missing them already
- That Essie got her AR points on a very last-minute trip to the school library!! Who hoo!

- Bright eyes

- Prov 23:15 ~ My son, if your heart is wise, then my heart will be glad; my inmost being will rejoice when your lips speak what is right

- Basden and her hair styles. She loves doing this, we never know what to expect when she comes down in the morning.

 

- A constant reminder, one I need
He who guards his mouth and his tongue keeps himself from calamity Prov 21:23
- Lots of things I'm thankful for in this photo. Stephanie and Glen, and their tremendous work in making the concession stand and spirit shirts happen for PHS. Grateful for Stephanie for other reasons too. Wendi C, refreshing to be around. Essie getting to work in the concession stand ~ one of her all time favorite things, with those sweet friends talking through the window. Watching McLean play and all those families ~ a great community.

- Essie's binder. I think she's proud of and happy for her big brother.

- (Another) difficult football loss for Hud's team ~ against big bad Mansfield. So thankful no injuries, practicing gratitude for the loss. Discouraging ~ for team camaraderie even without the wins. 
Win or lose, I love watching you play, #12
Back in the concession stand, Essie AND Stephanie
Hudda with the ball
- SCS winning streak, very fun. That these boys are safe, and thankful for LUKE!

 

- Corbin's work trip to DC over the weekend. Makes me realize how much we need him!

- More volleyball this weekend ~ last school weekend tournament


Cute hair even for volleyball
- Getting to take kids to another Baylor game. A WIN over OSU, whose fans were, for the record, fantastic. Cheered big for their team, but not obnoxious.

- Daboo gets the real pize here. She joined us since Corbin was out of town. Went to Bran's football game with me Fri night, up early for Basden's volleyball tourn all day Saturday (stayed overnight here without any of her stuff), then to Waco with a car full of kids for the BU game. Walked over a mile in the HUMID HEAT, got to the stadium where high winds swept in and nearly blew us out of our seats, sat through a 90+ minute game delay for lightning, then made the long walk back and finally home at 2 am, where she had to hop in her car and drive to Bourland, just in time to go on a roadtrip Sunday. Whew! I told her this weekend was proof of how incredibly low-maintenance she is. She agreed. And she was a trooper through it all!

Anne outfitted our girls for the "gold out." Cutest fans around!!
Bran and Bobby on the field
More gold cuteness
Essie singing away while doing Meggie's hair... gotta stay occupied with that game delay
What's that... is Meggie with a Sic 'em??!
Not long before she had to support her Frogs


Watching Hud freaking out over the close game made all of our efforts totally worth it
Watching intently
Can't bear to watch...
Sigh of relief... Bears pulled through!
- A date with just Cappy to Basden's vb game - everyone else out of town or scattered to the wind. Loved having him all to myself for an hour or two

- My (very) early birthday present from Krista special ordered ~ Sic Em!

- Something really wrong with poor Ruby ~ not moving, not walking, whimpering

- Hud - ever the nurturer - helped me load her up and take her in to see Dr. Steve. He guessed the problem before Steve diagnosed her with pancreatitis



- And a few days later, Ruby is HOME. Thankful for Steve, his staff, medicine, and the provision to do all of this for Ruby (thank you, Corbin!)


- See You at the Pole this morn. Dana taking Essie for me, a good crowd at Tanglewood, Mr. Redwine helping, Moms in Prayer, and Megan Cushman helping spread the word... at McLean ~ Basden and David, Brad Deal, Ryan Hamon and Robert... thank you Lord for your provision.

- Dana offering to bring Essie home from school yesterday and get PHS carpool - amazing help, it was so appreciated, I felt like I could hardly get out of bed!

- Kindness of friends when I’ve felt so crummy - simply asking how I'm feeling, offering rides for kids. Means so much.

- Wearing eye makeup for the first time in two weeks, because I'm not sneezing it off

- Prov 28:2 - When a country is rebellious, it has many rulers, but a man of understanding and knowledge maintains order - our rebellious country is split with the presidential race, split between police and black men, divided in so many ways. But men who have understanding and knowledge are maintaining order... powerful. It’s possible and profitable to maintain order (or at least infuse some) even in a rebellious country.

- Butch Brogdon's life, his passing with little suffering. A lovely celebration of his life this week. The legacy you've poured through the Brogdons, how dear they are to us.

- This SWEET baby Miles. And his family. So, so dear.



Look to the Lord and his strength; seek his face always. Remember the wonders he has done, his miracles...   1 Chronicles 16:11-12

Tuesday, September 27, 2016

Wonderful Granny


She joined many of her family and friends in Heaven twenty years ago today... and I miss her.

I was about ten years old when Granny invited me to spend two weeks of the summer with her. My brothers weren't invited, nor my parents, just me. Given the throng of our cousins and large family that typically gathered at the South Texas ranch, to be there by myself and have Granny's undivided attention was a real treat.

I'm sure we ate beans and tortillas every meal, I really don't remember. But I would remember if it had been something different, as that's the only meal Granny seemed to serve, period. And we all loved it. I especially loved the tortillas... big surprise.

Each day we walked up and down the dirt road from the house to the big oak at the highway. I forget how many laps made a mile, but Granny knew, and we walked 3 miles every day. I don’t remember constant conversation on those walks, though we would not have been at a loss for words. Being outside in nature was soothing for her, therapeutic, and she simply appreciated a slight breeze, the tall green grass that didn't have to be mowed, and swaying mesquite trees that provided pockets of shade in the sprawling front lawn.

We swam in the pool each evening and performed water ballet routines under the watchful eyes of cattle and horses grazing just beyond the barbed-wire fence. Granny's long, slender body every bit as agile as mine, I thought of her as a modern day Audrey Hepburn. Hair pulled back from her face, cheekbones prominent even without rouge, I can still see her sitting gracefully on the side of the pool with the silver Somerset water tower and huge oak trees framing her silhouette.

Granny told and retold stories, and I listened with delight, even when I already knew the ending. I’m sure I told my share as well. Granny appreciated stimulating conversation, so much so that she could dialogue with, laugh with, and even argue with animals to keep her mind sharp. Even though I offered a mere decade of insight, she was interested in my thoughts and opinions on things like politics, relationships and movie stars.

We stayed up until wee hours of the night, and I mean really wee hours... we read aloud to each other from her stash of books and magazines filled with quotes, quips and jokes. She laughed loud and long at the jokes I read... as I would come across ones that amused her, I read them over and over again, her laughter never subsiding. She loved the written word, and in those midnight hours we celebrated the beauty of poetry and prose alike.

Granny told me later the highlight of our time together that summer was when we went to her weekly painting class, and her teacher recognized me as her granddaughter. "You must be here with Gladys," he said when he saw me, though I’d never met him before. Granny got a kick out of the fact that our resemblance was so strong.

I look back on that summer with great tenderness, grateful for the time Granny poured into me, and for the intimacy that comes with shared interests. And grateful for a strong resemblance...

I've posted it here before, but my favorite of her poems...


Wonderful Me

Headnote: Smarting from my husband's remark of "Aren't you going to do the other side?" after I had completed the admittedly impossible task of clearing the tall and partly seeded grassburs from the patch between our mesquites and the oak by the highway. I felt driven to write an angry response to this attitude about women but decided instead to write something that I could use to build me back up after he tore me down.
This should do it.


I can work like a field hand with pitchfork or hoe;
I can mow or edge or prune
And make it more effective
At the right time of the moon.

I can learn from the slowest mental case
Or stimulate the smartest
Or laugh aloud at boredom;
At living, I'm an artist.

I can wage a war with the grassburs
And ignore the ridicule;
I can drip with sweat til it blinds my eyes
Then languish in my pool.

I can make something of nothing
Or make-do when I must;
I can really pinch a penny;
I can survive on dry bread crust.

Or I can delight the hungry crowds
With hearty home cooked dishes
Or play most gracious hostess
And cater to their wishes.

I come by my talents naturally
From the finest of the fine
What a blessed thing to follow
In the line of Caroline.

I can sing and dance and write and sketch
I can play and sometimes win;
I can thrill to the touch of attentive males
Whether stranger, acquaintance, or kin.

I can jog three miles in the heat of the day;
I can ride and swim and dive;
I can swap tall tales and listen well
And charm any man alive.

I can lull a fretting child to sleep
In a matter of minutes or less
Or soothe a frightened, snarling beast
Or make a thief confess.

I can talk to crowds, control their thoughts,
Awake their admiration,
Or humbly bow before my God
In prayerful meditiation,

Or talk with Him, solicit help
And feel the exultation
Of surging power that accompanies truth
And dissipates depression.

I'm wonderful when I'm with God;
When I am One with Him,
I'm capable of anything:
Dear God, help me be slim.
- Gladys James


Missing you, Granny! 

Monday, September 19, 2016

Practicing Gratitude 9.19.16

- Essie snapping a quick pic ~ even with a highway setting the Texas sunset is gorgeous

- Prov 14:10 - Each heart knows its own bitterness, and no one else can share its joy ~ why it’s so critical to be in the Word, to have God’s rich encouragement indwelling inside of us ~ because really others aren’t going to share our sorrows or our joys, the deep stuff comes from God alone

- Getting to see Pilar, love her so much


- Essie and Ava doing WW together - knocked it out early, what a relief

- Another great football week with SCS and BU in the W column
Coach Flowers is just awesome
Bran #3
- My out-of-control allergies (!!!!!) - truly practicing gratitude!

- Getting to see Ward, made Bran so happy

- Some margin over the weekend ~ which turned out great since I felt so crummy

- Wamstads taking Essie to the TCU game, a treat!

- Prov 19:11 - A man’s wisdom gives him patience; it is to his glory to overlook an offense ~ oh my gosh as we sat in the kitchen late last night, and I complained to Corbin and the boys about a rude FB comment and then a rude teenager... can I just learn to keep my mouth shut? But here is my encouragement ~ written two centuries ago ~ that it's possible and profitable to overlook an offense

- Prov 14:13 - Even in laughter the heart may ache, and joy may end in grief  - so true that it's all mixed in. heartache and joy all swirling together this side of Heaven, and the Lord knows

- Daboo's hamburger stroganoff - always a favorite

- Fall is here in the Wilson backyard ~ Hud's willingness to skim the pool... again

- These sweet girls! (thanks, Betsy!)

- 7th grade football game ~ cute girls cheering them on


- A phone call from the principal ~ so sweet of our choir teacher and administrators to call home with GOOD news

 - Weekend vb tourney
2nd place (and a close game at that!)
Proud Daddy ~ mostly just from watching her enjoy this sport
Daboo is a loyal fan, only one to make the early game (!)
 - Bran actually made it to SCS Homecoming ~ our plans kept shifting, and sweet Ashlyn filled in last minute, love this girl
And thank you, Jennifer ~ so sweet to get a pic of Bran for me
- Such a sweet group! Thanks, Anne, for a special day for all of our girls

- Watching this kid play baseball ~ and how excited he was for the game


 - He did it! Hud asking Sadie to PHS Homecoming

Look to the Lord and his strength; seek his face always. Remember the wonders he has done, his miracles...   1 Chronicles 16:11-12