Today, we get ready to watch my oldest “step”-grandson (from my marriage to my late husband) marry his sweetheart this evening. It will be a fun wedding, cowboy style, in the pasture with reception dinner and dancing to follow. These moments and days are bittersweet. These are the days when my past life and present life collide a bit more, and emotions tend to be more unpredictable. It’s now five years post loss. Greg’s absence is always more “acute” at events such as this. This is his first grandchild getting married. I know that my stepdaughter will very deeply miss her father’s presence at the wedding. Tonight, my new husband will accompany me, and sit on the front “family” row, as the place by my side now belongs to him. I am so thankful that he has been welcomed into the family with open arms, and that I continue to be a loved and special part of my late husband’s family. And, that he also has welcomed them into his life. Our blended family is quite complex. On both sides. I am so blessed and thankful for this new love and this precious man to share my life with. There was a day when I couldn’t imagine it, and now I cannot imagine not having him in my life. I believe he and Greg were just both meant to have a place in this journey that is my life and in my heart. Thankfully, there are no limits to love and no limits on how much or many our hearts can hold.
It’s been a busy, busy week for me, but that pretty much seems to be the norm anymore. I was out of town from early Sunday morning until late Tuesday evening for a work conference with my job in criminal justice. I’m thankful that I now have Fridays off from that work, as I am also now the full time office administrator for mine and my husband’s new oilfield related business. I worked on that job all morning here in my home office. Now, laundry is washing as I sit on the sofa and happily do a bit of hand stitching on Baby C’s quilt binding. I’m on the downhill curve to a finish! Yay!
It’s a perfect day for it, too. The view from the sofa is rain on the windows with the sound of softly rolling thunder serenading me in the background. It’s nice to slow down for a few moments. Have a blessed Friday!
It looks like the little bird will be ready to try out his wings soon.
I finally finished the quilting on Baby C’s quilt. Baby C will be 2 in September. 🙄 Anyone want to start a pool on whether I get the binding finished before he is 3? I had better because grandbaby boy #3 is due to arrive in October!
I finished all the freehand quilting in the blocks this weekend. When I had my A1 upgraded 2 years ago, I also added the computerized Quilt Butler system. It’s a little embarrassing to confess that I have not taken time to play around with it and learn how to use it. The past couple of evenings I watched some instructional videos on the YouTube site and felt ready to give it a shot. So after work tonight, I started small, just putting a simple design in the diamond shapes. It went very smoothly and I was tickled to death with how they turned out. I finished all the diamonds in no time at all. I’m excited to learn more and use it more. It can’t do as much as some of the more elaborate systems, but it’s more than I had and will add some more options to my quilting. Another tool in the sewing box.
Goodness. It’s been 8 months since I stopped in to blog. Lots of life happening. For now, I will start back with a cute post about a baby bird.
We had a storm blow through yesterday evening that had some fierce straight wind in it. Lots of branches and broken trees around town. In our yard, I noticed a small nest upside down on the front lawn. I turned it right side up and found its baby inhabitant clinging to the inside of the nest. It’s a Western kingbird.
I wasn’t sure what I was going to do, but as I was standing there pondering the situation I saw my plant stand. I took it, set an empty flower pot in it and stuck it in my yard underneath one of the trees I thought it may have fallen from. Then I filled the pot with small branches and leaves and set the nest and baby bird inside. I picked up a couple more leafy branches that came down in the storm and gave it a little covering over the top, but not so much that it couldn’t be seen by its parents, whom I was hoping would find it and continue to care for it. I left it alone for the night with fingers crossed.