“Time has a wonderful way of
showing us what really matters.”
– Margaret Peters
Several years ago, my Mom and I rented a pedal boat from a vendor on Catalina Island. She, Kevin and I were there for an art festival I had been accepted into, but I sold all my paintings within the first few hours of the 2-day show, so a relaxing ride sounded like a great way to fill some (very unexpected) extra time that afternoon. The boat was only built for two, so Kevin found a seat on the pier as Mom and I pedaled out past the end of it.
Now, I don’t know if you can tell by looking at the photo above, but that’s where our Catalina adventure really began. The boats out there had motors- not pedals. And where there are bigger boats, there are bigger waves. It was hilarious/horrifying, and we burned many a calorie dodging yachts together that day. “Relaxing ride”- ha!
Our adoption agency has invited us to put together a photo book for the little one we’ll *hopefully* be officially matched with this year. If we’re able to go on the group trip, we’ll bring it with us and share it with Sweet P in person in a few weeks. If not, we can send it with one of the other couples that is scheduled to go.
I’m going to start assembling it this week, but I have another idea for an additional book, too. The second one will take a little longer to make, but it’ll be a fun way to fill some of the wait. I’m thinking it’ll look (and read) more like a childrens book. It’ll be a story about us, and our wish to become an “us-plus“. I’m thinking Kevin and I will act out the story in front of a white background, and then maybe Kevin’s dad (who is a cartoonist) can illustrate each scene on the white space around us. (Dad Palmer: would you be up for this?) My friend, Ashley (Under the Sycamore), just blogged about the beautiful photo books she creates through Blurb, so I think I’ll do a little snooping around on their site to see if they can print something like this for us.
My mom gave me the bracelet holder for Christmas. “It’s just a thick cardboard tube, thin padding, a piece of fabric, an old candle holder, and a few corks“, she explained as I pulled it out of the box.
She said it was “just something silly“, and that it would “probably fall apart by the time I got back home“. Lucky for her, I’m a total sucker for something-sillies, and lucky for me, it made the trip from Pensacola to Pike Road in one precious piece.
She researched DIY holders, and shopped for vintage brass. She gathered up fabric and corks. She filled her time for me. I don’t think I fully appreciated that about her when I was younger, but something clicked on Catalina, and I feel more and more thankful for (and inspired by) her creative spirit every year. Time really does have a wonderful way of showing us what really matters, doesn’t it? Off to gather up some goodies for my little one…