I found this image on Wikimedia Commons, it is in the public domain and not copyrighted. It is a watercolor by Jules Pascin called 'Hermine a lit' or Hermine in bed. It got me thinking about my own bed and the comfort that a nicely made bed can bring.
Mom has a way of making a bed in a way that always begged me to crawl under the sheets and snuggle in. She pulls the sheets so tightly that even the most wrinkled sheets will become crisp. It is not just the way the sheets are pulled so tightly, it is also the way the comforter is pulled back just right and the pillows are fluffed and perfectly placed. And I can tell instantly if it is a mom made bed. It must be the extra love folded in.
As a little girl I used to crawl into bed as she was putting fresh sheets on. I loved the feeling of the sheets right out of the dryer. Mom would put the bottom sheet on and then I would jump right in the middle of the bed. She would finish the job right over the top of me. I just loved it. Come to think of it, my cats now do to me what I used to do with my mom. I suppose they love a mom made bed too.
Mom is coming to visit tomorrow...maybe I will leave the bed unmade. Maybe she will get the hint.
I love applesauce and extra sharp cheddar cheese. I put the applesauce in a bowl and slice up the cheese and line up the sticks around the outside of the bowl. I then use the cheese sticks like little spoons to scoop up the applesauce. I love it especially when the applesauce is really cold.
The reason that I love the cheese in the applesauce is more than just because it is a fantastic combination (which it is). The real reason that I love the this special combination goes back to when I was just a little girl. Being the littlest of three I had to go to bed first. It just didn't seem fare. Well, what my brothers didn't know was that after they went to bed my mom would sneak into my room and bring me into the living room. We would both sit on the floor and have a midnight snack of cheese and applesauce. It is not something that happened every night, but I do remember that it happened. I felt so special to be up past my bed time, all alone with my mom, eating cheese and applesauce. I suppose it is those little memories that make growing up so special. It is moments like these that shape us as individuals. Yes, I will probably always like cheese and applesauce. But what is more, I also know how important it is to make other people feel special. And especially, I know how important it is to let your daughter stay up past her bed time every once in a while.
Unfortunately on my way to lunch I was thinking with my tummy and I left my camera at home. Luckily I did find this image, which approximates the lovely shake that Charlie ordered. I borrowed it from mackenziephoto on flickr.
I eat with a purpose. I always save the best bite for last. But I don't share it, and Ethan likes to try and steal it from me :)
(04.14.10)I can't wait to go to South Africa and try an ostrich fillet! Sounds like you are having a great time. Hmm...as for me, I tend to give away the last bite but when people insist that I take it, I always feel grateful and happy. Interesting...I never really put this much thought into the last bite.
(04.24.10)It is amazing, you are going to love it! We will have to go to dinner soon... I will gladly take your last bite =)
(04.25.10)
We have done it since she was just a little peanut. I used to babysit her for my brother when she was brand new, this is where it all started. After taking piles of photographs of her I would scoop her up, blare the music and dance, dance, dance. We still dance, and she still loves it. I blare the music, scoop her up in my arms and she sequels with delight. I spin to the music and she closes her eyes, throws her head back and starts singing the words she still doesn't know. One of these days she will be to big to pick up and spin into circles. But I hope she never stops dancing.
Beautiful!
(03.17.10)I love this photo!!!!!
(03.17.10)
We all experience it. We meet an amazing person and become great friends. And then life happens. People get busy and loose track of one another. And then one day someone picks up the phone...
Last night I had dinner with one of my favorite people, Kristin. I adore her. We went to college at UC Davis together. We met in the dorms and she has been someone that I hold close to my heart ever since. We used to go to the dorm cafeteria for breakfast together and I would watch her eat her lucky charms. Each bite had to have just the right ratio of marshmallow to cereal. She was a very deliberate cereal eater. She always knew how to cheer me up. I used to come to her with my guitar and make her sing to me. She has the most beautiful voice. Like an angel actually. She was always there when I needed someone to talk to. She consoled me when I came back from South Africa the first time. Just listened when I needed a friend. She played the piano in my grandma's garden on the day that I was married...
But life gets busy. About a year and a half ago Kristin went to Sierra Leone. She was there for about four months. I kept track of her and then... life happened. My photography business was picking up and she was experiencing life as she had never known it. Several days ago I got an email. It was Kristin. I was so happy to hear from her, we hadn't spoken in over a year! How does a year go so quickly? How did I go a year without speaking to someone that I like so much? Life.
Last night Kristin came over for dinner. I don't think we stopped talking from the time she walked through the door until she had to leave. We had so much to catch up on. We picked up right where we left off.
That
was a really long winded way to say, hold on to your friends. Life is
busy, but relationships are what makes life wonderful.
This was wonderful to read - and, you're right...
I miss your laugh :) xo
(11.30.09)Thanks Lisa!
(11.30.09)Thanks Lisa!
(11.30.09)
Thankyou :). Mom
(08.18.10)Does that mean you will be making my bed for me?
(08.18.10)Sara, so happy your mom is coming - I enjoy setting up a new home with Lisa. Our thought process always seems to be on the same wave length. Take a picture of your mom in your new flat. You have a special mom and I love her too.
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