A letter to my extended family

February 19, 2012

Dear Charlie and Hannibal,

I started this letter over at your mama’s blog in the comments, but then decided against it. That’s her space, and I’m sure that she has her own things she needs to say to you, when she gets the chance, and I don’t want to take away from that. So, in the meantime, I thought I would write you two a letter on your crazy Auntie Tracey’s blog. And I do hope that when you are old enough to read this that I am still in your life, or at the very least you still have fond memories of your nutty surrogate aunt.

Anywho loves, Mama hasn’t written to you in a few days, and that’s because she’s in the hospital. She’s resting (or at the very least, laying in a bed trying not to climb the walls) until you arrive, Hannibal. She’s dealing with a condition called preeclampsia, you can Google it or whatever internet super futuristic search thingy is available to you in the future for looking things up. I just wanted you to know that she’s being well taken care of in the hospital, as well as out. You guys have lots of people in your life that love you, be they family or friends. And everyone swooped in to help when the news came out that Mama was going to have an extended stay.

Sooner than it feels (Casey, if you are reading this, I know you are saying to yourself, “Yeah, bloody, right!”) you will be here Hannibal, Mama will be feeling better, and this small moment in time will be well on it’s way to becoming a memory. We will let Mama decide on what kind of memory, good, bad, or indifferent, it will be filed under. I love you two, I love your Mama and your Daddy, and I miss you all.


Your Crazy Auntie Tracey

P.S. Don’t believe everything your mama says about me. ;o)



February 9, 2012

From Wikipedia

Saudade (European Portuguese: [sɐwˈðaðɨ]Brazilian Portuguese: [sawˈdadʒi]Galician: [sawˈðaðe]; plural saudades)[1] is a unique Galician-Portuguese word that has no immediate translation in English. Saudade describes a deep emotional state of nostalgic longing for an absent something or someone that one loves. It often carries a repressed knowledge that the object of longing might never return. It’s related to the feelings of longing, yearning.

This is an emotional state I find myself in again and again. I feel it whenever I pick up a book from the Harry Potter or Lord of the Rings trilogies. As much as I love to read them, they always leave me sad when I finish. There really is nothing more wonderful than the first time you experience a truly epic work like these. That sadness of knowing that you will never feel that new discovery with each book. I think it is this reason, why I can not wait to share these books with my children, especially the boys. I know that Elizabeth, my beautiful Ravenclaw, has read and loved the Harry Potter books and I’m pretty sure she’s read the Lord of the Rings trilogy.

When I pick up one of the books, I am always reminded of things I was experiencing when I first read it. My memories of that time, permanently linked with my memories of the reading of that particular book. The good and the bad. I think that is why I find myself reading through these series year after year.

Saudade, it is a strange and wonderful thing to experience.


What to blog, what to blog…

February 3, 2012

What to blog…I got nothin’. I’m sitting here trying to think of something exciting to tell all you wonderful readers out in blog land and I really can’t think of anything. So, I’m just going to start typing and hopefully something poignant (or at least not incredibly dull) will come out in the end.

Yeah, I really got nothin’ today. The kids haven’t done anything incredibly cute. The same ‘ol same ‘ol family stuff his happening, the good, the bad, and the ugly. Seannan was sick with that awful death plague stomach bug that’s been going around. Finny had his one year check up from when he broke his leg (remember that?) and his bone is looking great, growing the way it’s supposed to. Elizabeth may be starting her first job. I knit some stuff. I picked up the bedroom. We are buying a new memory foam mattress with some of our tax refund, so as to prevent me from becoming homicidal due to lack of sleep and back pain. Yep, my life is so exciting I can hardly stand it. And that’s all I got.

And now I’m really going to blow it and hit “publish”.