The Decade Challenge: September 2010 - Capital, Dear Boy!

In September ten years ago, Chandler turned eleven. We celebrated at the Outback in Downtown Savannah. 

Anytime I'm tempted to believe the accusations that I didn't try hard enough to make us all a family- I think about this season of resurrection- where they had been dead to us and suddenly we were re-building bridges of communication, inviting them to celebrations.  

But it isn't something I linger on any longer. 

The cakes weren't always works of art. 

Sometimes, they weren't even as tasty as a homemade cake should be (see:Dora The Explorer Cake, Year 2 for Logan - made in our microwave because the oven was broke) 

But they were always my way of saying "I hope your wishes come true." 

Glory Days

The question was:

 'What does this song mean to you ?' 

Well sir, if you want to know the truth... 

'...on a good day, it's amen. On others, I think maybe I've got myself fooled in one more of my oh-so-clever ways... 

When disorder spills over into (what is supposed to be) my reordering season,  I have to admit, I have the capacity to doubt every last thing. 

Sometimes I sober up and realize I'm being silly (again) - there is so much to be grateful for. 

Other times, I smash the bottle against the wall and snarl 'who. do. you. think. you. are?'

It is then I beg Him to draw near...and wait. 

Sometimes I wait and wait and wait. It is the only shred of faith I own; to stay here, alive and waiting.'

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The Decade Challenge: August 2010 - Wherever We Go

 

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