Monday, June 30, 2008
Saturday, June 21, 2008
On Saturday night before Father's Day, I had a looming premonition that Corey's Day was doomed to be less than satisfactory. He had to work from 5pm to 2am that weekend and this did the opposite of give him a sunny disposition. I had unsuccessfully wrung the creative corner of my mind for any ideas. When all hope was almost lost, THE IDEA was presented to me.Savanna decided that she wanted to learn to ride a bike for Father's Day. This also nudged Emmy to gain more confidence in her riding ability. We went up to the cul-de-sac above the house and practiced the entire evening....along with many bumped calves and frustrated tears......until it was too dark to see any longer. Emmy was able to get a few good runs....and Savanna made a little progress. I could see that she was dissappointed when we had to head home before she had made a lap.
Savanna woke up Sunday morning, skipped breakfast, and wordlessly went out to the garage to get back on the bike. I watched her from the front steps and within an hour, she was riding that bike.
And the best part of it all was that they actually enjoyed biking. It is one week later and they have spent at least an hour a day riding their bikes.
Apparently, these magical shoes also gave Ansel the climbing prowess of a Mountain Goat.
It is okay that I may never be the one to make Corey's Dreams come true. His dream came true this Father's Day and that is all that matters. Cheesy enough for you Corey?
Thursday, June 12, 2008
I momentarily thought the lightning had hit one of our trees and set our western slope aflame. I ran down to the deck to find that this glorious sunset. All of this crazy temperamental weather in one evening. If only my moodiness were as attractive.
To further make the hairs on my arm stand on end, I happened to be going through the stack of papers that Savanna brought home from school today. Savanna doesn't tell me much about what she does at school and I have to glean what little bits of information I can from the crevices of her backpack. Today she brought home the culmination of her 4th grade year at school and I was feasting on this enormous serving of Savanna. Sprawled on her floor, windows wide open, welcoming this wild weather, I discovered this essay and poem on Thunderstorms that Savanna had written in class recently. It was a very bonding moment for me, my daughter, and the universe.
Thunderstorms by Savanna Judd
I like thunderstorms. They are my favorite kind of weather. I like them better than snow or sunshine any day. This is why I love thunderstorms. The first reason that I like thunderstorms is because sometimes when it is raining very hard during a thunderstorm, me and my sister run around outside until we are so wet that someone would think we had just come out of a pool after swimming in our clothes. Then we sit on the patio and watch the rain while eating our favorite kind of homemade popcorn our mom just made.
The second reason why I like thunderstorms is because when I am in bed at night, I love the sound of rain pat-pat-pattering on the rooftop, and even love the sound of thunder. Sometimes it keeps me awake and the only thing I can hear is rain, and I can only see darkness. Then I fall asleep.
The third, and last reason why I like thunderstorms is because after a long thunderstorm, the next day is always so green. Every single leaf on every single tree seems ten times more shiny and green, covered with raindrop. Even the grass looks beautiful. And sometimes, when you look over the trees, you see a radiant rainbow, shining under the sun, which makes the many puddles shine and glitter like watery crystals.