Monday, February 20, 2012

Our Girl's Trip

Here are my beautiful girls all fancied up. I am so proud of them. They teach me so much! Jamie has has worked magic with their hair and makeup. I always smile inside as they all make themselves gorgeous for each other. It is some how foreign to me. I grew up throwing on a T shirt and heading out. I have always felt if I could live on a beach with a bathing suit, a skirt and a sweatshirt. That would be all I would need. Guess I better throw in my Gs somewhere. But I love to learn how to be girlish, and dress up for our men. They need a pretty wife to be proud of. I have so much to learn from these girls. I treasure the fact that they love each other. They go to great lenghts to come together alone one time each year. That is not an easy task. Husbands and kids struggle. But somehow it happens, for now anyway. A miracle takes place, in some hotel room, or at an airport, in warm weather or cold, sisters and a watching Mom meet. In an instant matching chromosomes re unit and there is love.


This is a perfect picture because Tom has his eyes open and you can really see his true self, happy, crazy, and so glad to be with his girls. That was an extra bonus this year. We spent time together. I love my arm around Nicole. She feels like mine. Sometimes I think we are the most alike. I love the library, looking for good healthy food bargains, and walking the dog. Thank you Nicole for caring for Sam. I love Nicole's hair and she patiently tried to teach me how to do mine similar. We laughed as her nice thick hair stayed perfect and my feathers feathered. I think I have grown to appreciate feathers. Nicole you always inspire me, thank you!







Although this is a terrible picture it says it all for me. Notice the camera turned on, sitting on the table. Waiting to record somehow for posterity that we love each other. This is a picture I would grab in a fire. It records a spiritual union. Dad and I have returned to this same table two more times because we want to remember forever a rare night spent there with our girls. The fish tacos were to die for, the night was warm, the music lively and fun. But it was the coming together of hearts that were sad, or hurt, or lonely. We cried and talked. But mostly we just cared about each other. Didn't really matter the problem because we all have them and we will have many more, but we cared about each other. We wanted to help fix each other. In the same way that we had just helped each other back at the hotel room. Hear let me do you makeup, or wear my shoes, "you look fabulous". We cried and laughed, and really wanted these rare moments not to end. I must journal these thoughts because we know I am going to have a tendency to forget. When I am older and walking in Margie's shoes I hope one of you will get my big black journals and make me read to remember. They have become for me like the little brown box the littlest angel kept under his bed. Life is fragile and precious! We must hold on tight. We must always remember happy memories are made by appointment. So lets never ever not schedule them in. Now if I can only find my appointment book.






4 comments:

Kelly said...

Mom and Dad that was the BEST trip... Loved having Dad with us. I Miss you both... I hope you are happy and soaking up the sunshine for me!

JaMie HeApS said...

loved it all, might need to make dad a tradtion on the girls trip!! is it bad im allready counting down to laguna?

Kelly said...

LOOK LIKE FUN!!!I MISS YOU. LOVE MAIZIE

Unknown said...

OH a girls trip with out me!!!:-)