I lie in my bed at night and I think about my grandmother's hands. They were smallish and dainty. They had the marks of age, but those marks didn't take away from the elegance of them. And she had really great nails. They had little ridges in them and they were always filed and she sometimes used a mauve pink color. My sister and I agree that she had the best nails. I remember laying with my head on her lap in the church pew on Sunday mornings and she would rub ever so lightly on my face with her hands. I loved that. It never crossed my mind at the time, but they were were just so pretty. I now see the beauty of her hands.
When it snows, I love to look outside at night. When there are no tracks and there is a blanket of pure white. It sparkles and it's so quiet and peaceful. My breath is smoky cold. I've always thought I could live where it snows because I really enjoy how the snow covers up all the imperfections. It's just smooth and silky. But I realized this weekend that I like it when it snows because it's quiet and peaceful. The snow usually brings ice here and everyone slows down. People stay indoors, some stay home from work. Cars stay in garages. Outings are cancelled. We all slow down. We actually stop to see the beauty of the fresh fallen snow.
We forget the beauty in things because life gets in the way. We are all just human and there's bills to pay, meals to cook, things to learn, kids to teach, houses to clean, etc., etc., etc. When we went to the beach this summer, I knew I was seeing beauty. The moon would reflect on the ocean at night and it was mesmerizing. I could have sat there and looked out on the ocean for a hundred years and never gotten tired of it. But lately I've realized there's beauty in the simplest things around me. I love how the water runs off the edge of our pool. I love the color of the pansies in the front bed that Kyle plants. I love my kids long lashes when they are asleep. A beautiful Californian sunset took my breath away when my friend sent it to me on my phone tonight. Stunningly beautiful. As beautiful as the snow.
A River Runs Through It is one of my favorite movies. The story touches me, but I fell in love with the scenery of that movie. It is absolutely beautiful. The boys grow up fishing in this awesome river in Montana and every time I watch it, I'm just taken. I feel like I'm there and every time I watch it I cry at the end. That place is beauty.
As we've cleaned out her house, I've taken several glass pieces of my grandmother's home with me. And I find myself really, really looking at them. Mostly because it triggers a good memory for me. Memories are getting me by these days. But this morning when I was brushing my teeth, I started staring at this tiny green, depression glass ice cream sundae cup. It was in Nana's hutch all my life and I played with it but I guess I never really looked at how beautiful this dainty little glass was. It sits on my sink now and we use it every day. Who says I cannot use this beautiful green cup every single day. I think I will. It is really beautiful.
My grandmother taught me lots of things. She taught me kindness and humility. She taught me forgiveness and generosity. She taught me love. But now that she is gone, she is still teaching me things. When you loose someone, your mind goes to those places that you haven't thought of in some time. You long to see them, so you rely on your memories. Memories of beautiful hands. Even though she's gone, she's still teaching me to see the beauty in things.
Cita and Gunnar having their coffee on the porch one morning. The mornings were beautiful.
Basically the only time we left the beach house was to eat a late lunch in town.
This restaurant called, Tacky Jacks, had pieces of tape all over and you could leave a message. Ours is on the white tape. We stuck it to the bench where we ate!!!
Posing with the giant fish!
You were supposed to kiss the fish. Gunnar was our willing participant!
Kyle and I on a morning walk down the beach.
Daddy was sunning on the beach.
Kyle, Fin, & Gunnar
Slade "riding" the waves.
Little birdie picking for clams.
The morning we left to head home, we took the ferry on Daulphin Island.
Waiting for the ferry.
We were so early, we were the first car in line.
The kids really loved the ferry ride.
I think this was a fort.
We stopped somewhere in Louisiana at a Bass Pro Shop so Kyle could shop.
Oops! One more of the ferry ride. Funny story...We made it all the way back to Weatherford, Tx the day we left. We got checked into the hotel around midnight. Kyle and I were in the elevator going up to the room and we got stuck. And we were stuck for about 35 minutes. It was the longest 35 minutes of my life. I will say that I do not recommend staying at the Hampton Inn in Weatherford, TX. Or if you do, use the stairs!!! For years, I have wanted to visit Gulf Shores, and it did not disappoint! It was an awesome trip! We really had a fantastic time. Lots of memories and we talk about it weekly, wishing we were sitting on the beach! I can still feel the sand on my toes..........
We made it to Gulf Shores on Wednesday afternoon. The last 60 miles of the trip seemed to take forever! We all felt like caged animals by the time we arrived. Since we could not check into our beach house until Thursday afternoon, we picked a neat hotel on the beach for the night.
We immediately threw all the suitcases into the room and went to see the beach. It was really beautiful!
This was the first time any of my kids had ever seen a beach. It was awesome watching their little faces and seeing them run around watching the waves wash over there little feet.
On the beach behind the hotel, a guy was making these cool sand statues.
We had to pose beside a few of his pieces. He would spray the color into the sand with little water bottles. I looked at his book of past creations, and it was really neat. He was working on a guitar when we left. We played on the beach that morning and then got our bags, ate lunch, and headed to Ft. Morgan where I house was located.
We arrived at the little green house and here was our view for the next five days.........
Kids in front of a cool wall where we ate lunch at The Original Oyster House. It was my favorite meal of the whole trip.
Gunnar loved the beautiful white sand. This beach has the best sand.
Ahhh, I could stay here.....forever........
Here's the only picture I ended up taking of the little green beach house! It wasn't fancy, but it had a million dollar view.
Kyle actually sat down and rested. We don't see this happen often.
For the next four days, pretty much all we did was this.............
Cita and the grands.
The sand toys we bought while there were a must have.
Finnie and her shovel. She loved the sand, too.
Cita lounging at the beach.
Slade stopped to shovel sand but spent most of his days in the waves out in the ocean.
Here are the little clams we dug up. There were millions and they would bury themselves right back into the sand when we dumped them out! It was really neat watching them. We spent lots of hours digging for clams.