This month has started off beautifully. Our weather has cooled by just a few degrees, but it's most pleasant to sit on the porch and remain as comfortable as I was a few moments before while in the house.
My daughter came for the weekend...without her husband and two grade-school daughters. I always miss the family members who don't come, but I treasure the alone- time with my daughter. Generally we try to catch up on some scrapbooking together, but this time we chose to make some greeting cards. Erinne, who is usually a very creative gal, was having some difficulties coming up with any ideas for her cards. She 'stole' some of my design ideas, which wasn't a problem for me. It kicked her into gear, and she began to come up with a few of her own originals.
It's such fun to spend time crafting with my daughter. We put on the cd player, with soothing music, and we just let the creativity flow. Both of us have always loved music of any sort, and crafting too, in many mediums. We sing, we talk, we share, we joke, we laugh, we get serious, we sometimes cry. In a word, we commune...and all in all, it's a good time.
We've noticed on each of our 'alone-time' visits that time goes so fast. It is our one complaint. There is never enough time to do all that we want to or time enough to say everything we want to say. We cherish these times as they come too infrequently and are all too short. Family is important to us. I enjoy my time with each of the girls, whenever we get together, one on one. Gatherings are looked forward to, as well, but sometimes it's nice to have just one conversation at a time, catching up with each other's lives and concerns. I'm glad my oldest two are within two hours of me, affording us the opportunity to get together when their work schedule permits it. It is my hope that my NY daughters will one day move here, offering us the chance to visit more frequently.
This weekend will have to hold me until next time. There will be a few trips, I'm sure, before the holidays...and then Christmas will bring the eldest girls and their families to join my mother, brother, my husband and I, here at our home. I'm reminded of an old song lyric.."And the days dwindle down, to a precious few...September, November...and these few days, I'll spend with you. These precious days I'll spend with you."