Monthly Archives: March 2013

What happy people do

There have been all sorts of articles floating around the internet lately about things that happy people do differently, and one thing that comes up over and over is the simple but powerful impact of positive thinking. Focus on the good, and you will be a happier person. I started this blog years ago to help me remember that – to help me focus on the things that are good and positive in my life because those are the things worth remembering, worth focusing on.

I haven’t been doing a very good job of that lately. The past few weeks have been hard. We have all been sick – Lola Gray with mono which has kept her out of school more than a week, Fletcher with a random virus, Raymond and me with colds and allergies and assorted ickiness. It’s been a real drag. Our spring break trip to visit Grandmama and Grandaddy in Alabama turned into 5 days of home-bound sickness. It was cold, and wet in Alabama and cold in Savannah on our return. We have stumbled through the past week, barely awake, barely aware of Easter’s approach.

We’ve gone through a mountain of tissues, dealt with vomiting and nose bleeds and piles of missed school work. We’ve thought we were getting better only to slip back again. Plans have gone totally out the window, and we’ve all been out of sorts.
Especially me.
I didn’t even get out the Easter decorations until Thursday.

egg hunt

The neighborhood Easter Egg hunt at our church was this morning. It is always one of my favorite events of the season, but the time conflicted with Fletcher’s orchestra rehearsal. He hadn’t been to orchestra the past 2 weeks, and they are off next week, so it was important for him to be there. And since Raymond was in charge of the egg hunt I thought he could stall long enough for us to get there. He couldn’t. We missed it. And I did not handle it well. Fletcher was upset, but ok. His friends were awesome and shared eggs with him. But I was ready to rip Raymond to shreds. Yes, I know how silly that sounds. Stupid and petty and ridiculous. It’s just an egg hunt. But Fletcher is nine, and I’m holding my breath. It’s only a matter of time before he no longer wants to hunt eggs . . .

But here’s the thing. I have to make a choice. I can focus on what didn’t happen, what should have happened, what I wanted to happen . . . or I can take a deep breath a move on. Because the sun is shining and the azalea’s are blooming and it’s a beautiful day. Because my husband may not have held the egg hunt for us, but he spent all day yesterday laying sod in the back yard and it looks amazing. Because there are still eggs to dye and baskets to fill. Because I want to be a happy person enjoying a happy weekend with my happy family, and if I have to make that happen by the sheer force of my will, then so be it. Because that is what happy people do.



How is it even possible that it is March 30th and I haven’t posted our St. Patrick’s Day photos yet??? Despite the delay, it was another beautiful Savannah day and another incredible Savannah event.

happy birffday to me

It’s not so bad, this getting older thing. Especially when my amazing family treats me as well as they did this year.

Since my birthday fell on a Tuesday, we celebrated over the weekend. Saturday was Tara Feis where we enjoyed watching our friend Elsie perform with the Irish dancers and discovered a new Celtic band (Runa) that has been playing non-stop on Fletcher’s iPod ever since.

We followed the festival with dinner at our favorite sushi restaurant. The kids discovered these amazing Japanese sodas with a very elaborate opening mechanism (it involves a glass marble and a plunger!) and Fletcher ate his weight in cucumber rolls and vegetable gyoza.

Sunday afternoon we joined the Heidels at the new Moon River beer garden, a spot I’m sure we will visit often once they get their menu issues worked out. The girls made paper dolls while the adults visited, and Fletcher discovered the Vine app (thanks, Lee!) and had a ball making mini stop-motion videos.

But the birthday fun didn’t stop over the weekend! A little birdy told me that the kids had plans to serve me breakfast in bed on Tuesday for my birthday! Raymond leaves waaaaaayyyyy before dawn, so he and the kids made a plan and Fletcher set his alarm. Bright and early Tuesday morning Fletcher’s alarm woke me up, but not him. At least not until I gave him a gentle shake and he lept out of bed and bounded down the stairs.

Much banging was heard from the kitchen, and at least one shout of pain. It seems Raymond had hidden muffins on top of the fridge, so the kids had to climb up to get them (it’s a good thing I was in bed and couldn’t witness this!) and then there was the little issue of forgetting to take the muffins out of the plastic package before heating them in the oven . . . and not remembering to use a pot holder to take them out . . . but in the end there were muffins and coffee, a tray decorated with Lola’s drawings and Fletcher’s Lego hearts, two very proud kiddos  and one even more proud Mama.

That evening the kids played Happy Birthday for me on the violin and Raymond was home in time for cake and candles and singing (in English and Latin.) The cake, by the way, was homemade angel food made by my amazing husband. I am so lucky to have the three of them! I think this may go down as the best birthday yet.