Sweet Sixteen

It’s our sixteenth wedding anniversary…wow, where did the time go? As the slogan goes, we’ve come a long way, baby! (And added a few babies along the way). Our wedding certainly wasn’t orthodox in that we traveled to St. Thomas, US Virgin Islands to say “I do.” But it has to be one of the best decisions we’ve ever made. Low stress, high relaxation. And getting to our honeymoon destination from there was a breeze!

Today I reminisce on all that was good about that day. Being outdoors on the beach it was truly “God’s great cathedral” as our minister said. Starting the wedding on Caribbean time (in other words, 4:00 means around 4:15). The steel drum music. Anthuriums in my bouquet (now one of my favorite flowers). Strolling down the sandy “aisle” barefoot toward my best friend. I tried to put his wedding band on the right hand instead (in my defense, he GAVE me the wrong hand) and wondered why it wouldn’t fit. We stumbled over the vow “for richer or poorer” replacing poorer with something akin to “pooh-er” (perhaps a Disney freudian slip–or just not wanting to say we would be poor). My dad claiming he had sand in his eye to explain his tears. Telling Clay to “be nice” before he fed me wedding cake. (For the record, he was). And our favorite photo, taken not by the wedding photographer but by a family friend. One of the best days of my life in postcard memories that I pray will last a lifetime.

Happy Anniversary, honey!

Double Digits Birthday!

Hi, I’m Sherry and I’m officially the mom of a ten year old. Yes, it’s an admission I’m coming to terms with. (You can post stunned comments on how that is possible since I’m so young. Please.) In all seriousness, I’m glad we were at the beach for Taylor’s birthday. I’ve always felt so at peace near the ocean, and it was the perfect place to come to terms with my oldest child getting older. Where had my little curly haired sweetheart who used to say “papasicle” (popsicle) and “hamburg-gurger” (hamburger) go? Gone are the chubby legs and kissable chunky cheeks. Now, she’s almost as tall as me as she can wear my shoes.

But maybe my nostalgia for her younger years is all wrong. Because it keeps me from savoring the here and now. For the awesome young lady she is becoming. And Lord knows I better live in the moment because those teen years are just around the corner! After all, the point is to give her air under her wings so she can fly. She’s not supposed to stay. Maybe THAT is my big hangup-learning how to let go. Giving her room to find herself and gain independence. I’m headed in the right direction: she’s at camp for the week for her fourth year in a row! But of course, I’m missing her like crazy.

Elizabeth Stone sums it up best:”Making the decision to have a child is momentous.  It is to decide forever to have your heart go walking around outside your body.” That is so poignant and true and bittersweet at the same time. And I can’t seem to get the song “Find Your Wings” by Mark Harris out of my head. I’ll share the lyrics and you’ll understand why:

It’s only for a moment you are mine to hold
The plans that heaven has for you
Will all too soon unfold
So many different prayers I’ll pray
For all that you might do
But most of all I’ll want to know
You’re walking in the truth
And If I never told you
I want you to know
As I watch you grow

I pray that God would fill your heart with dreams
And that faith gives you the courage
To dare to do great things
I’m here for you whatever this life brings
So let my love give you roots
And help you find your wings

May passion be the wind
That leads you through your days
And may conviction keep you strong
Guide you on your way
May there be many moments
That make your life so sweet
Oh, but more than memories


It’s not living if you don’t reach for the sky
I’ll have tears as you take off
But I’ll cheer as you fly


It’s a really good song that obviously yanks on the heartstrings hard. And for my little butterfly at camp who’s now 10, it’s EXACTLY what I wish for her.


Hello Summer!

I’ve been noticeably lazy in blogging. My “excuse” is that I’ve been so busy with work and kids’ activities that I simply haven’t had time. But just to recap: Taylor made the cheerleading team. Jared finished T-ball. End of year programs? Done. (Can’t believe I have a rising first and fifth grader!) Daughter turning 10 (double digits!) and her waterslide birthday party. Note to grownups: don’t get on a giant waterslide thinking you won’t find new muscles the next day. Owie! But so worth it.

The blur of activities made me long for summer even more. And then summer arrives and you expect total bliss. Relaxation. Some downtime–or at least a slower tempo. Who’s with me? (I’m imagining a chorus of support here).

Yeah, well…the reality is summers are quite busy. Our June is filled with the beach, horseback camp, and VBS. Your summer schedule is probably similar. But I vow right here that I will have pool “do nothing” days, afternoon naps, and spur-of-the-moment playdates. Squeeze in some day trips to a kid museum, art gallery, or concert. Because summer is made for chucking the calendar out the window and just chillin’.

At least that’s what I loved about summer when I was a kid. Entire days spent at the pool, not to mention all the swim meets. Trips to Kiawah Island where I went exploring on bike trails and hung out on the beach listening to my walkman (I can hear it now from my kids: “what’s a walkman?”) Maybe I have a soft spot for summer because I met Clay at the pool Memorial Day weekend 24 years ago. Good times! But whatever the reason, summer is almost sacred for me. And I hope my kids will say the same someday.

So bring on the waterslides-I’ll try them every time! Even if I pay for it later.

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