Ordinary Life

  In August, I began to design some announcements and a website or two for when Riley would be born. Most of my inspiration came from the verses we were given at WinShape and the idea that we were forever hemmed in. Sometimes the memories can be heavy or pinch in all the ways we meant well but went wrong. Tucked somewhere deep in our pockets, we all carry the crumpled drafts of who we used to be, who we intended to be, and who we thought we were.  Write your plans in pencil. Don't throw the rough draft years  away.  Who we are today is who we've spent our lives becoming Bittersweet to re-visit these pages? Well, sure.  But, I still sang along to the songs.  BREWPORT: http://kellyandclay.wix.com/home  RILEY WREN: http://kellyandclay.wix.com/rileywren

In July 2010 , we celebrated Independence Day on Harbor Island and the kids attended Baby Bootie Camp to get ready for new baby sister Riley.      At Bootie Camp, we learned to hold babies, give bottles and change diapers. There were fun foods and lots of shower games, too - like Baby Food Roulette, Baby Sculpting and Bottle Races to list a few. These pictures brought a smile to my face, it is one of my favorite memories. I am grateful for my children and for the times we got to share. 

Just on the cusp of June, no photos were uploaded during that month, only some before and after. Perhaps we were in the car a lot. 2010 National Champions and home education with Wings (EdVenture & Butterfly Observatory) 

  A decade has past and still, there are places that never leave one's soul. Beaufort is one of those places for me and likely always will be. 

Yesterday would have been 22 years of a marriage that, like most, had good days and bad. In the years as the children got older, we began to refer to the date as our family's birthday and would often take a trip to celebrate the anniversary together. This picture is from one such trip, ten years ago this week. As I have embarked on this decade challenge prompt, I have been accused of not being over the marriage, nor the man that I was married to. I've been told to take my memories down and stop writing about anything where he was involved. But to do that, I would have to erase my life til now and cease to exist myself. And so- February's entry is simply a reminder that this was the time of year we decided to involve ourselves with one another, inseparably for the rest of our breathing lives. There was actually terminology to the same effect: 'two becoming one til death do us part'. And we stayed in that knot for the next two decades. Memories from our fracture point...

UNBECOMING Hindsight 2020: injustice in HD excavation, sans-anesthesia, inhumanity Not pre-owned appendages that were never mine but treasure formed deep, in caverns my own  Stones once kept safe drown me now to stay afloat Matrimony monologue Monotony Move Rewrite our stories  Recast the leads Say what you'd like Rewrite History, too. The South will rise again you say, Judge Judy walked the moon?  Untangle DNA Remove as much of me Twinkle, twinkle  how you shine  impressive star in this hometown sky  Wish you may, wish you  might Wish on a falling star tonight:  Let Truth crash in Flaming meteorite Touch your lips unbecome those lies. The LoveBird Inn and Dolphin Bay Restaurant In January 2010, my BigKids were little, so full of hope and love. Perhaps a touch of whimsy, too.  ~*~ McIntosh Bookstore   Bay Street, Beaufort  January 2010 " Books, you are my home. "