Spring Festivals

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Last weekend, we took the kids to the Fort Worth/Main Street Arts Festival with my brother-in-law.

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And yesterday we went to the school Spring Festival at a nearby amusement park . . .

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Here’s what all I saw.

Love,
Twyla

Music: Send Me On My Way, Rusted Root

Spring Begins

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The kids had spring break last week. We went on a 3-day trip at the tail-end of the break, but earlier in the week, we spent one gorgeous afternoon at our neighborhood park.

I’m amazed at how kids can create these beautiful hours of fun for themselves with sticks to dig in the dirt, pebbles to kick, and dandelions to hunt and pull. Swings and slides help too. Oh, and bare feet! Bliss.

This is how spring starts.

Take a look . . .

Love,
Twyla

Music: “Brighter Than The Sun,” Colbie Caillat

Basketball Baby

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As our sweet daughter dribbles her way into spring soccer, I realize I never put a pretty lid or a bow on her basketball season, which ended last month.

The girl does love a good team sport.

Anyway, we all watched (parents, grandparents, uncle, big brother) while baby girl lived it up on the court!!!

Here’s a recap . . .

Love,
Twyla

Music: “Say Hey (I Love You),” Michael Franti & Spearhead

My Thankfulness

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We spent the Thanksgiving break with my side of the family this year.  This is a view from the ranch-house deck.  I shot most of the photos included in my SLIDE SHOW early in the week at my parents’ ranch in West Texas and the rest I took on Thanksgiving day at their in-town home.  If you have 4 minutes, please take a look.  Music Credit: “Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing,” Sufjan Stevens.

We’ll be spending Christmas with my hubby’s family.

— Twyla

While At The State Fair

While at the State Fair of Texas with my husband, kids, and brother-in-law, I thought about joy.

Children really know how to experience joy.

We grownups can enjoy ourselves, of course, but it’s so hard for us.  We have distractions, inhibitions, worries, images to maintain, work-outs to avoid, boiling pots to watch, bread to win, bacon to bring home, nests to feather, and Joneses to keep up with.

Sometimes, I think I’ve forgotten how to experience the joy I came by so naturally in childhood.  That’s when I look to my kids to help and teach me.

Here I am on a fast ride with my kids.

In this picture, her face says she’s having the time of her life.  His expression is that of sheer terror, mixed with a little motion sickness.  But unlike most grownups, he’s facing fear and doing it anyway!  When I first saw this picture, I zeroed in on myself.  I was distracted by the way I looked here.  I didn’t like it in the least.  Here’s an exhausted, yet exhilarated, middle-aged mom, a size or two larger than she wants to be around the middle, with smile lines, and finger nails in desperate need of attention.  (My kids are six years old, so it’s been exactly that long since my manicure routine ended.)

But then I looked a little closer . . .

I saw my un-manicured fingers wrapped around her soft, precious, skinny arm.

I saw his sweet, grubby, little hand gripping mine for all life’s worth.

Joy.

Thank you for listening. — Twyla

SLIDE SHOW!  Please click here to view my 3-minute slide show of our trip to the State Fair of Texas:  Music Credit:”All This Beauty,” The Weepies