Days 179-185

180 Side Light

180 Side Light

181 Black

181 Black

185 Captivated

185 Captivated

I’m missing several photos for this week.  Part of me is cringing over this and the other part is trying to justify it because I’m working or I just wasn’t feeling the prompts!  I didn’t work my 4 ten-hour days since we had to be off on Friday for the holiday.  So I’m confessing on here…this daily challenge can be too challenging for me at this time.  So I am just sharing when I can at this point.

147 Spark a Memory

147 Spark a Memory

 

One memento reminds me of my children when they were young – my sister Brenda would buy Sculpey for the boys to create lovely little gifts for me. The jewelry dish was made by Jeremy (he carved his name right next to the heart inside) and the second memento this letter from Brandon as a grown man, a soldier, was my first correspondence from him while he was in Basic Training.  I cried when I read it.

I love these two sons of mine so very much. I’m so grateful that I was able to be home with them until they went to kindergarten. Although I couldn’t buy them everything they wanted I believe they know they were loved by me.  I also think they are better people because I couldn’t buy them everything they wanted. Lol.

They had to pay for their own car insurance after they got their first jobs and I think this made them responsible.

I’m so very proud of the men that they have become and I miss them being a part of my 24 hour day, every day life.  Those years went by so quickly!

Celebrating My Mom’s Birthday

She’s 79 years young.  She’s been there for me through good and really, really bad times.  She has a Nurse Nightingale complex and loves to help people when they are down and out.  She’s a good person.  She’s been through some tough times.  Her nickname is Kitty and she’s had more than 9 lives with various surgeries and ailments that would lay low most people.

She’s my mother and I love her.  HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOM!!!

Facing Fear – Putting myself out there

The 2013 Photography Exhibition at the Suffolk Art Gallery is open today and tomorrow for submissions.  On the entry form it says it’s the oldest and largest in Hampton Roads!  {Gulp}  I would normally read that and say I’m not worthy!  But I have the entry form next to me and I’ve printed my submissions.

Did I mention that I’m terrified?  I participated in a photo walk last fall and was honored to have my entries on display at the gallery in January with other participants.  I never knew that this area was so supportive of the fine arts!  When I saw that I won an Honorary Mention ribbon, I was over the moon!

That day someone from the gallery gave me this entry form and planted the seed.  This event is being judged by someone from the Virginia Museum of Fine Arts. {Gulp}  This form sat on my dresser since January.  It’s a constant reminder that someone thought I have the talent to do this.  Every time I have that little voice of self-doubt whisper that I’m not good enough, I look at that form.

I’m sharing my 3 photographs here.  I’ve boldly affixed a watermark because I’m embracing the artist in me.  My work may not make the cut this time but I have to try.  To quote the Little Engine that Could – I think I can, I think I can, I think I can.

This photograph of my grandson Chance and his Nanny has always spoken to me.  I love the textures of their skin.  My Mom has earned every life line on her face and I hope she is proud of this image.  Chance’s expression is priceless to me.  I can almost hear him saying ‘All these ladies want to do is put kisses all over my face!”  I’ve titled it Ladies Man.

Ladies Man

Ladies Man

This second photo was taken in early autumn.  We went to Portsmouth on the lookout for tugboats.  This is the first time I shot in Manual Mode.  My husband thought I was crazy when I walked down the steps to this mooring.  It was dark.  He didn’t see the image in my head that now is captured here.

Untied

This last shot was taken in January.  It was beginning to snow and my hands were red from the cold.  I was using my new lens.  Ray and I both marveled at the dreamy blurry background behind these gumballs.

Gumball Trio

Gumball Trio

Do you have a favorite?

Celebrating 19 cancer free years!

My oldest twin son, Jeremy was two days shy of turning 2 years old when he was diagnosed with Acute Lymphocytic Leukemia.  I sat in the pediatrician’s office numb when he told me.  My sweet little boy had cancer.  Those first days, weeks and months were terrifying.  Days upon days in the hospital for treatments, medicines that were supposed to make him sleep while undergoing painful tests didn’t work, the pain of being separated from my son Brandon, meeting so many other children with various forms of cancer in different parts of their tiny bodies.

Make a Wish - Orlando, FlJanuary 1994

Make a Wish – Orlando, Fl
January 1994

The jubilation when we heard the words remission, the brutal agony when those words were later replaced by relapse.  The only cure a bone marrow transplant and the blessing of a match with his fraternal twin brother and being told on my birthday – the best present ever.

In the transplant unit, a few days before the big transfusion

In the transplant unit, a few days before the big transfusion

Thank God that Brandon had the “good guys” to help Jeremy beat the “bad guys.”

Today, we are celebrating 19 years post-transplant and yes, I believe in miracles.

Jeremy

Jeremy