These Are The Moments

This is a little snip-it of the memorial service we had for Sam's dad. We will not forget George's song of life and may it continue to bring smiles to us, the German Marines and generations to come.

Coffee Talk, Uncensored

Many things are brewing in my coffee pot brain lately. I keep asking for decaf but it seems that only expresso is being served. I'll begin by soberly saying that I am so thankful that God is the giver and taker of life. It's easy to convince ourselves otherwise, but what a relief to know this truth.

Psalm 139:13-16

13 For you created my inmost being;
you knit me together in my mother's womb.

14 I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
your works are wonderful,
I know that full well.

15 My frame was not hidden from you
when I was made in the secret place.
When I was woven together in the depths of the earth,

16 your eyes saw my unformed body.
All the days ordained for me
were written in your book
before one of them came to be.

And then John 14:1-6

1 "Let not your hearts be troubled; believe in God,
believe also in me.

2 In my Father's house are many rooms;
if it were not so, would I have told you that
I go to prepare a place for you?

3 And when I go and prepare a place for you,
I will come again and will take you to myself,
that where I am you may be also.

4 And you know the way where I am going."

5 Thomas said to him, "Lord, we do not know where you are going;
how can we know the way?"

6 Jesus said to him, "I am the way, and the truth,
and the life; no one comes to the Father, but by me.


But why does the end feel more like a four letter word at times than not? I think we have to remember that when death confronts us, whether it be from a distance or up close and personal, we are affected, no matter how far under the covers we crawl. We are affected because it brings the Giver and Taker up close and personal.

Tonight, Sam and I went to a "love differently" sort of thing. The evening topic was voicing needs, one of them being the need to grieve. The speaker noted that Americans don't really mourn the way that people from other nations do. Why I wondered. Do we feel like we need to be politely sad? Possibly. Are we so politically correct that honesty is no longer acceptable when it comes to our emotions? Many times, yes. Could it be that followers of Christ have a sense of peace that others don't? Certainly. But grieving is important. I know this to be true because our family has been in the midst of this very subject more than we would prefer lately. And with that, we have all mourned very differently. Still, I have found myself temped to assume that those not grieving as I am don't care enough or even worse...don't get it at all, just like other nations might think about us.

(Getting all pompous is something I do well. Blah.)

And then I was reminded that this is a process. Life is a process, for all. And our process is not going to ever look just like another's.

But there is one keynote not to be missed, as in all good roasts. Our minds, hearts and souls must remain saturated with the truth so that when the final dance is on stage, we are confident ticket holders of the next performance.

My cup runneth over.

Our Sweet Floy

Living 10 years next door to someone so wonderful, and ornery will change a person forever. Words can't describe what she meant to us. Luckily I have these snapshots to speak instead. Hugs and kisses.

After the memorial we had for Floy on her would be 91st birthday, we captured yet another snapshot of many neighbors that shared that south end street of Angora.















Let the good times roll.

Love is...



In my last post I touched on Ryan's perspective of love. Ironically, this morning, I received an email with similar child view love stories from my mom (thanks mom) that I couldn't resist sharing...

Slow down for three minutes to read this. It is so worth it. Touching words from the mouth of babes. 
A group of professionals posed this question to a group of 4 to 8 year-olds, 'What does love mean?' 
The answers they got were broader and deeper than anyone could have imagined.




"When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn't bend over and paint her toenails anymore. So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. That's love." 
 
 Rebecca- age 8



"When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different…you just know that your name is safe in their mouth." 
 

Billy - age 4




"Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and they go out and smell each other." 
 
Karl - age 5



"Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your french fries without making them give you any of theirs." 
 
 Chrissy - age 6



"Love is what makes you smile when you're tired." 
 
 Terri - age 4



"Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK." 

Danny - age 7

"Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of kissing, you still want to be together and you talk more. 
 
My Mommy and Daddy are like that…they look gross when they kiss." 
 
Emily - age 8


"Love is what's in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen." 
 
 Bobby - age 7


"If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who you hate."
 
Nikka - age 6


 

"Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it everyday." 
 
 Noelle - age 7



"Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends even after they know each other so well." 
 

Tommy - age 6


"During my piano recital, I was on a stage and I was scared. I looked at all the people watching me and saw my daddy waving and smiling. He was the only one doing that. I wasn't scared anymore." 

 Cindy - age 8



"My mommy loves me more than anybody. You don't see anyone else kissing me to sleep at night." 
 
Clare - age 6



"Love is when Mommy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken." 
 

Elaine - age 5



"Love is when Mommy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Robert Redford."
 
 Chris - age 7



"Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day." 
 
Mary Ann - age 4


 "I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones." 

 Lauren - age 4



"When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you." 
 
 Karen - age 7



"Love is when Mommy sees Daddy on the toilet and she doesn't think it's gross." 
 
Mark - age 6


"You really shouldn't say 'I love you' unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget." 


Jessica - age 8






No Mo Hair

Last night was date night. Dates are important. Even Ryan, our 6 going on 60 year old knows what date translates into..."It's how you love mom," I heard him explain to his dad earlier this week. I heart that boy. OK, enough soul exposure. For tonight.

So, the event was a wedding. Yay, because all girls know that wedding translates into dress up time.

The line up was as follows:

little black dress...check
strapless bra borrowed from my teen...TMI?? tell me about it...anyway, check
hair curled, make up done...check
jewelry...check
shoes...now for true confessions.

I'm not a shoeaholic.

Yes, I said it out loud, or in print, which ever is most convicting. I know that most women are in love with their expansive shoe wardrobe but my budget and desire have never completely mingled. At least not far enough in advance to enjoy a night out together. This typically translates into the last minute rummage through the skimpy collection on the bottom of my closet floor leaving me last night with a very unused, black patent sling strap Jimmy Choo Anne Klein heal. Perfect. Right until I saw the dingy fake leather sadly looking back at me.

These kinds of problems don't typically intimidate me though.

The Mission: to make the shoes look as good as possible while remembering that I have no attachment to the shoes itself. I quickly put on my Heloise hat and thought as she would...a simple buff...not effective. Clear finger nail polish, umm no, too time consuming. Then I spied the new bottle of spray wax that I bought from my hairdresser earlier in the week. (Now, hair products are a far different kind of addiction which we will not discuss tonight.) Man, not blogging for a year has left me full of tangents. I'll work on that. Anyway, the problem at hand seemed to be solved. A little spray here, a little blow dry there and voila! Good as new shoes.

Attention: this is not a tangent. We have a dog. Her name is Hedy. She is a Blue Heeler and she sheds.

The line up was complete. Sam, looking dashing as usual, grabbed my hand, the invitation and off we went.

We started the car, entered the info in the GPS and as I did the final check, it was then that I paid the consequence of my hap hazard attention to the detail of shoes. And apparently the lack of attention to my again, no name vacuum.

Let's just say that the spray wax and heat and shedding of our Hedy united.

Mohair patent anyone?



The cake however, was divine, as was the evening.

Congrats Melanie and Andy! May you love and laugh, with yourselves and others today (especially) and always.

Places in life

It's been a while since I've posted on here. One year, three months to be exact.

Much has happened in my world since then. Life changing topics such as the birth of a new business... actually two, and two very bittersweet goodbyes. Goodbyes are never easy. I'm also working with a non-profit that's mission is very close to heart. A true privilege. But the greatest opportunity I've been given isn't visible to the eye, or recognized by the payroll department. It's one of those things that I had heard of and celebrated from afar but never thought I would obtain. Not that I didn't feel worthy, just didn't think I would be on the receiving end. And since my idea of what should happen and God's actuality tend to be so vastly different, I can't say that I'm surprised. What I am is grateful. Beyond grateful. And what I've been awarded is a second chance.

Hi there. My name is Jennifer Harris Brown and I am second. :)

Live Young

These are a Few of my Favorite Things

My oh-so-talented daughter, Anna, doodled this piece of art tonight. She, from what I understand, chose two of her favorite things from each room in our house. My favorite selections are the salt and pepper shakers, the daisies and the green chair. Wouldn't you agree that her attention to detail is truly unbelievable?

What a gift of art.

And love.

What a girl.

Zoo Day

The day before school was out, Collin's class took a field trip to the zoo. Ryan and Ella tagged along too. How apropos, classwork was complete for the most part and chaperones were abundant as everyone always has free time at the end of May. Yes, I am being facetious. Honestly, though, lately everyday seems like zoo day in my life (except for the blessed vacation we took to Arkansas) so the outing really made me feel right at home. And, the Dallas Zoo in particular, has really made an elephant size effort in their recent renovations, so much so, that not once did I wish I was at the Ft. Worth Zoo while I was there.

Just a little end of the year comparison for brain cell sake, before that gray matter breaks for extended recess and assumes a sticky and delicious ice cream afternoon sort of form.

Summer is here! Soak it up.

Family Camp

was an experience of a lifetime. On a scale of 1-10, the kids gave it an 11. The surroundings allowed us to forget about daily worries, pollution and modern technology as a whole. All meals were prepared for us. Our accommodations were substantial. Relationships were rekindled and seeds were planted.

"Seek, and ye shall find." Luke 11:9

Infinite Photography

If you haven't seen an infinite photo before, click here to check it out. Give it a minute to load. Very cool.

PARENT - Job Description

POSITION :

Mom, Mommy, Mama, Ma
Dad, Daddy, Dada, Pa, Pop

JOB DESCRIPTION :

Long term, team players needed,
for challenging,
permanent work in an
often chaotic environment.
Candidates must possess excellent
communication and organizational
skills and be willing to work
variable hours, which will include
evenings and weekends
and frequent 24 hour shifts on call.
Some overnight travel required, including
trips to primitive camping sites on rainy
weekends and endless sports
tournaments in far away cities!
Travel expenses not reimbursed.
Extensive courier duties also required.

RESPONSIBILITIES :

The rest of your life.
Must be willing to be hated,
at least temporarily,
until someone needs $5.
Must be willing to bite tongue repeatedly.
Also, must possess the physical stamina
of a pack mule and be able to go from
zero to 60 mph in three seconds flat
in case, this time, the screams from
the backyard are not someone just crying
wolf.
Must be willing to face stimulating technical
challenges, such as small gadget repair,
mysteriously sluggish toilets and stuck zippers.
Must screen phone calls, maintain calendars
and coordinate production of multiple
homework projects.
Must have ability to plan and organize social
gatherings for clients of all ages and mental
outlooks.
Must be a willing to be indispensable one
minute, an embarrassment the next.
Must handle assembly and product safety
testing of a half million cheap, plastic toys,
and battery operated devices.
Must always hope for the best but be prepared
for the worst. Must assume final, complete
accountability for the quality of the end product.
Responsibilities also include floor maintenance
and janitorial work throughout the facility.

POSSIBILITY FOR ADVANCEMENT & PROMOTION :

None.
Your job is to remain in the same position for
years, without complaining, constantly
retraining and updating your skills, so that
those in your charge can ultimately surpass you.

PREVIOUS EXPERIENCE :

None required unfortunately.
On-the-job training offered on a
continually exhausting basis.

WAGES AND COMPENSATION :

Get this! You pay them!
Offering frequent raises and bonuses.
A balloon payment is due when they turn
18 because of the assumption that college will
help them become financially independent.
When you die, you give them whatever is left.
The oddest thing about this reverse-salary
scheme is that you actually enjoy it and
wish you could only do more.

BENEFITS :

While no health or dental insurance ,
no pension, no tuition reimbursement ,
no paid holidays and
no stock options are offered;
this job supplies limitless opportunities
for personal growth,
unconditional love,
and free hugs and kisses for life
if you play your cards right.


FOOTNOTE : THERE IS NO RETIREMENT
-- EVER!!!

Easter

a stunning




reminder




of




the debt payed




for all.

15 minutes...

of fame? Fortunately, for me, it was closer to 15 seconds thanks to my fabulous friend, Jamie, in Public Relations. You can see all the foolishness here, but please, no autographs at this time, I'm just too busy finding new ways to save money these days! ;)

All Filled Up

We started southbound to attend a craw fish boil at White Rock Lake (one of my favorite places) hosted by my friend, Ross (one of my favorite people.) Four of the kids tagged along to see what this Cajun tradition was all about and two were brave enough to try some tasty mud rats for the first time. And to no surprise, they loved 'em! If it weren't for the frigid temperatures and our tardy start into the day, I think the other two would have eventually tried them too.




Thanks so much, Ross, for inviting us to such a feast and also to your sister, Ashley (who, after meeting, confirms my assumption that Blackstone is synonymous with beautiful) and her cute beau for bringing the fresh catch down from Louisiana.





Just up the road, we visited with our used-to-be neighbors, the Blanton's. It was so, so great to see them. Of course, when we shared a zip code, we gave a holler nearly everyday, so needless to say, it has been quite an adjustment not seeing them for months at a time. Oh, but we did get a sneak peek of their sprouting vegetable garden. Y-U-M-M-Y! Maybe I should mark my calendar now for another drop-in visit near harvest time, huh, Grammy? :)

Sure love y'all.




Next stop was to finally celebrate the 89th birthday of our wonderful, Floy. Her special day was actually in January, but our lives inexcusably didn't allow us to gather until March. She didn't seem to mind too much though, love her heart.




And her favorite red velvet cake may have helped forgive our absence a little too.




Later in the evening, we rounded up nine of the ten family members and enjoyed some game time at the local putt putt. That was Sam's idea and I gave him a big kiss for it. The kids had a blast and it was incredibly affordable. After that we made a quick Blockbuster run for a movie and called it a day.

As we closed our eyes that night, I have a feeling that many of us dreamt of all the fabulous food, friends, family and fellowship we experienced simply because days like that leave the tank gauge of our souls, bellies and home no longer on empty. As a matter of fact, on days like that, the needle gets pushed to beyond full.

Sometimes

we find ourselves looking up






and other days,




we just can't keep...




our eyes off the ground.




In life there are always holes to fill...



and much of the time, we, first, must loose
in order to gain.




And occasionally our paddle breaks right before we reach the shore...




but just in the nick of time, we're rescued.




And although the journey might have been long and the current strong,



the practice of sharing our story, has a way of washing away the sweat and magnifying the glory.

Live.
Love.
Laugh.

Here's a Little Peek...

into the wonderful evening I had last night. Sam was such a sweet hubby and surprised me with a night away to an oh-so-lovely neighborhood hotel. What a treat! We ordered room service, a movie and were reminded of what the words peace and quiet are all about. Ahhhhh. These mini getaways are one of my favorite things in life and in my opinion, one of the most important. Today, I am refreshed and ready to tackle my "table for ten" piece of the world.

Words can't even express how thankful I am for you, Mr. Brown, but I'll attempt to begin with, I love you...

The Lemonade Award

Wow! What fun! My sweet friend Rolanda gave this this award to my blog one day last week and I am just now getting around to say THANK YOU!!! It's my understanding that once this award is received, the recipient has the opportunity to give it to other bloggers who have had inspiring content during the week (or in this case, month.) :)

Drumroll...

Back of the Closet Designs
and
Annabell Photography

Do take the time to check 'em out. You won't be disappointed!

A Fitting Farewell

OPINION
JANUARY 21, 2009, 10:48 P.M. ET

Bush Was Right When It Mattered Most

By KARL ROVE

Its call sign has always been Air Force One. But on Tuesday, it was Special Air Mission 28000, as former President George W. Bush and his wife Laura
returned home to Texas on a plane full of family, friends, former staff and
memories of eight years in the White House.

The former president and his wife thanked each passenger, showing the thoughtfulness and grace so characteristic of this wonderful American family.

A video tribute produced warm laughter and inevitable tears. There was no bitterness, but rather a sense of gratitude -- gratitude for the opportunity to serve, for able and loyal colleagues, and above all for our country and its people.

Yet, as Mr. Bush left Washington, in a last angry frenzy his critics again distorted his
record, maligned his character and repeated untruths about his years in the Oval
Office. Nothing they wrote or said changes the essential facts.

To start with, Mr. Bush was right about Iraq. The world is safer without Saddam Hussein in power. And the former president was right to change strategy and surge more U.S. troops.

A legion of critics (including President Barack Obama) claimed it couldn't
work. They were wrong. Iraq is now on the mend, the war is on the path to
victory, al Qaeda has been dealt a humiliating defeat, and a democracy in the
heart of the Arab world is emerging. The success of Mr. Bush's surge made it
possible for President Obama to warn terrorists on Tuesday "you cannot outlast
us."

Mr. Bush was right to establish a doctrine that holds those who harbor, train and support terrorists as responsible as the terrorists themselves. He was right to take the war on terror abroad instead of waiting until dangers fully materialize here at home. He was right to strengthen the military and intelligence and to create the new tools to monitor the communications of terrorists, freeze their assets, foil their plots, and kill and capture their operators.

These tough decisions -- which became unpopular in certain quarters only when memories of 9/11 began to fade -- kept America safe for seven years and made it possible for Mr. Obama to tell the terrorists on Tuesday "we will defeat you."

Mr. Bush was right to be a unilateralist when it came to combating AIDS in Africa. While world leaders dithered, his President's Emergency Plan for AIDS Relief initiative brought lifesaving antiretroviral drugs to millions of Africans.

At home, Mr. Bush cut income taxes for every American who pays taxes. He also cut taxes on capital, investment and savings. The result was 52 months of growth and the strongest economy of any developed country.

Mr. Bush was right to match tax cuts with spending restraint. This is a source of dispute, especially among conservatives, but the record is there to see. Bill Clinton's last budget increased domestic nonsecurity discretionary spending by 16%. Mr. Bush cut that to 6.2% growth in his first budget, 5.5% in his second, 4.3% in his third, 2.2%
in his fourth, and then below inflation, on average, since. That isn't the sum
total of the fiscal record, of course -- but it's a key part of it.

He was right to have modernized Medicare with prescription drug benefits provided
through competition, not delivered by government. The program is costing 40%
less than projected because market forces dominate and people -- not government
-- are making the decisions.

Mr. Bush was right to pass No Child Left Behind (NCLB), requiring states to set up tough accountability systems that measure every child's progress at school. As a result, reading and math scores have risen more in the last five years since NCLB than in the prior 28 years.

He was right to stand for a culture of life. And he was right to appoint conservative judges who strictly interpret the Constitution.

Few presidents had as many challenges arise during their eight years, had as many
tough calls to make in such a partisan-charged environment, or had to act in the
face of such hostile media and elite opinion.

On board Special Air Mission 28000, I remembered the picture I carried in my pocket on my first Air Force One flight eight years ago. It was an old black-and-white snapshot with scalloped edges. It showed Lyndon Johnson in the Cabinet Room, head in hand, weeping over a Vietnam casualty report. George Christian, LBJ's press secretary, gave it to me as a reminder that the job could break anyone, no matter how big and tough.

But despite facing challenges and crises few others have, the job did not break George W. Bush. Though older and grayer, his brows more furrowed, he is the same man he was, a person of integrity who did what he believed was right. And he exits knowing he summoned all of his energy and talents to defend America and advance its ideals at home and abroad. He didn't get everything right -- no president does -- but he got the most important things right. And that is enough.

Mr. Rove is the former senior adviser and deputy chief of staff to President George W. Bush.

Too Cold To Hold

Gib, at the 5K, we ran yesterday. I accidentally had my camera settings set to low light when I was actually in the sunlight. I don't think all the colorful background on this blog page really do the photos justice, but I love the way they turned out.

Happy Sunday!

Take Me Away

Too beautiful not to share.

I Am Second

God is good. All the time. Curious? Ask me about what happened today!

Peace and Love,
Jen

Iceland

Of course, this is actually just a day in my front garden in Texas land. But if you happen to be privileged enough to dwell in this world of ambiguous weather also, you know all too well that tomorrow will be another story...

Today: High: 32°, Low: 30°
Tomorrow: High: 56°, Low: 36°
Wednesday: High: 62°, Low: 39°
Thursday: High: 67°, Low: 45°
Friday: High: 73°, Low: 42°


Ahhhh...home sweet home.