For fifteen days these amazing and resilient kids waited out Hurricane Harvey with us while their parents stayed in Houston, enduring the storm and then cleaning up afterwards.
But finally, the waiting was over.
I’m not sure the odds were against it but I can’t help but feel like luck was on my side when my sons met and then married these three amazing women. Each one of them is completely different and each of them is perfect for the son they married.
Against the odds or not, I love all of them and I’m thankful they’re a part of our family.
As I was scrolling through photos on my computer for this post a few minutes ago I also came across this picture of me with my siblings. It made me wonder what the odds are of the same two people having four children, with just one of them being so darn tall?
I’m headed down to New Orleans for some Mardi Gras revelry this weekend, hoping to come home with one of the coveted decorated high heels thrown at the Muses Parade. Something tells me the odds are NOT in my favor for that particular wish but I’m willing to bet fun will be had anyway and I’m also willing to bet the photo ops will be abundant.
May all the odds be in your favor this coming week.
My youngest son got married last month and his wife took our family name as her own. All three of our daughters-in-law have chosen to change their names.
That certainly isn’t a given and I would have been totally fine with it had they chosen to keep their maiden names. I get that and I understand it, but my old-fashioned self wanted them to have the same last name as their husbands, for them to take that familial leap of faith.
I’ve never stopped identifying myself as a Crosby even though I’ve been a Kowalski twice as long as I was a Crosby. When I graduated from college and they announced my name as I crossed the stage I was sad for my parents that the Crosby name wasn’t announced or on my diploma. That day I found myself wishing I had changed my middle name from Mary to Crosby when I legally changed my last name, thus retaining on paper, in addition to in heart, that early sense of self.
When I had married several years earlier, at 18, I was totally delighted that by taking the Kowalski name my new husband and I had the exact same initials….JMK. I envisioned many sets of monogramed bath towels in my future. Changing my middle name to Crosby would have negated that.
Once upon a time my home was filled with three little personalities who made every day a surprise (many of them including ER visits!) and infused every minute with love.
Last weekend my husband and I visited his little sister and found the very same thing to be true in their home….lots of laughter, many tender moments, their fair share of one sibling annoying another, cuteness in abundance, and the general chaos that comes with three small children and a dog.
We also found this trio while we were in Canada. They weren’t nearly as cuddly or as much fun as our nieces and nephew, but they were pretty awesome!
This past weekend the members of our family gathered in Cincinnati for some important life events.
We celebrated many birthdays, the one of most importance being the 80th birthday of my mother-in-law, the person who has been on this earth the longest in our immediate family.
We also witnessed the baptism of my niece, who has the least experience among us.
This is Kande, with Kadja, who is 1, and her grandma, Janis, who is 80.
During Kadja’s baptism this thought ran through my head….that in very simple terms our faith allows us to learn from the past, make better people of ourselves in the present, and gives us hope for the future.
During the events of this past weekend and during this Holy Week that is upon us, the past, the present, and the future merged in very wonderful ways.
Hmmmm……the kiss. It can get so complicated.
But this kiss, this one is pure and unfettered.
A mother kissing her baby.
A sibling kissing his little brother.
I’ve had the absolute pleasure of kissing these sweet cheeks and this sweet head for an entire week. His big brother lived with us for his first year so lots of that was going on four years ago but my kissing ratio with this little guy has been in a deficit. This week I’m trying to catch up. Who could resist? Certainly not this grandma!
Unless faced with this! I think I’ll wait until after his bath….