Tuesday, October 23, 2012

Doing The Fair With My Fair Daughter

Friday evening, as the sun sank westward, my daughter and I headed north on I-45. Destination: The State Fair of Texas. Going to the fair was a favorite fall thing to do when we lived in the Dallas area as a family. I hadn't been back since my divorce, and after 10 years away, I was anxious to see the sights and smell the foods again, including fried Twinkies and fried pecan pie.

One of my favorite "sights" has always been Big Tex. Wearing a 75-gallon hat and 50-pound belt buckle, Big Tex was easy to spot and served as a popular meeting place for people coming to the fair.

I was excited about getting a picture of him again, soaring high in the sky. But, alas, Big Tex had gone up in flames just that morning, after an electrical malfuntion. I was saddened, like so many other fair goers. He was celebrating his 60th birthday. Officials say he'll return better than ever next year.


Still, even without the giant cowboy, it was a great day.

Sometimes it isn't what you do but who you do it with that makes it so special, and, for me, this was that kind of weekend.

Despite me nearly "killing her" with my driving, and despite her iPhone diving into my open cup of coffee, and despite an unexpected wardrobe change in the parking garage of the Sheraton Dallas Hotel, being with my daughter made everything good. Here are a few pictures from our day.

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"A daughter is the happy memories of the past,
the joyful moments of the present,
and the hope and promise of the future."
- Author Unknown

Sunday, October 14, 2012

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DEAR WOMBMATE!

 
Today is my twin sister's birthday, which means it's my birthday, too, of course. ☺ I love this picture of us as babies. I'm on the right, and Dayle is on the left.
 
Explaining the bond we share is almost impossible to do. Two people with identical DNA has to be experienced, I suppose. However, I've written about our relationship on two different occasions.

In 2009, I was part of the book: "Chicken Soup for the Soul: Twins and More." My story was titled "Weirdly in Sync," and I share in detail how weirdly in sync Dayle and I have been since birth, starting with the one heartbeat Mother's doctor heard throughout Mother's pregnancy. (Surprise! It's two babies, not one!)

As my story reveals, Dayle and I weren't just weirdly "in sync," we were just plain weird. We ate dirt, we chewed on wood, and our communication skills were...well...nobody could understand a word we said.

Mother often used the process of elimination to determine what tale we were weaving, but it might take her days to completely figure it out. If you're intrigued beyond containment, go buy the book, or maybe I'll tell the rest of that story in another post. (Smile.)

The article I'm sharing below was published in 2002 in Reflections magazine. Dayle and I were asked to write our thoughts about each other, and I think this piece comes closest to describing the emotions I feel for Dayle. I hope it gives you a bit of insight into the bond of identical twins.

Happy birthday, dear wombmate. I'm glad you were born with me. ♦
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It’s 3 o’clock in the morning. Dayle and I have just finished our third consecutive game of Scrabble, but neither of us is anxious to retire. Come daybreak, I’ll be going home. Sleeping can wait.
 
 My Scrabble partner is a reflection of me in so many ways. Born seven minutes apart, we have the same nose, same eyes, same hair, same fingers and same feet. We talk alike, walk alike and laugh alike.
 
 I can’t imagine life without Dayle.
 
Once, when we were kids, we lost sight of each other in Piggly Wiggly. It was a game of hide-and-seek and Dayle was “it.”
 
After searching everywhere for her wayward twin, she rounded the produce aisle, saw her own reflection in a mirror and hollered, “There you are!”
 
As I observe her across the table tonight, I find myself saying those same three words: There you are.
 
You! My beloved womb mate. You! My God-created clone. I love you more than words can say.
 
I love the way you look in that yellow housecoat. I love the way your hair is piled on your head, with only a pencil holding it in place.
 
I love how you scowl as you shuffle your letters back and forth, hoping to make a high-point word out of “psvjooo.”

I love laughing with you, drinking coffee with you, doing nothing with you.
 
 
You’ve been a compass to me in times of confusion. A haven to me in times of storm. An encourager to me in times of doubt and dissatisfaction.
 
What a glorious gift you are.
 
I wish I lived next door, but I don’t. In a few hours, I’ll pack my things and drive away. But that’s OK.
 
No matter how far from you I am, I’m never without you. Like threads joined together in a piece of crochet, my heart is forever intertwined with yours. All I have to do is breathe, and there you are. ♦

Friday, October 12, 2012

OF DEMONS AND WAR

A favorite quote of mine goes something like this: "Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a great battle."

How true that is, and, regrettably, there are some battles that must be fought alone. Family can't help. Friends can't help. When the lights go out at night, it's just you on the battlefield with your demons.

I'm not speaking of literal demons, of course. I'm speaking of negative mindsets, brought on by negative inner voices. Things that can cripple you if you don't fight them off in the true sense of war.

In my case, the demons have been around as long as I can remember. I might conquer them for a while, but they always return. It's about how human I am and the weight of the experiences that have shaped me.

Perhaps you believe that all battles are meant to be won and all demons are meant to be conquered. I believe, however, that some battles will be fought until we stop breathing. I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing, but I believe it is a sure thing. The best we can do is to keep fighting when we'd rather lay down the sword. His grace is sufficient, after all, and his strength is made perfect when we are weak.

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"Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid or terrified because of them, for the LORD your God goes with you.” Deuteronomy 31:6

I'm linking to Spritual Sundays.

Monday, October 8, 2012

Mosaic Monday ~ Fabulous Fall


"FALL ON THE MANTEL"

It's another Mosaic Monday, and I'm linking in.

Friday, October 5, 2012

A Month in Photos - September 2012

SEPTEMBER zipped by in a flash. Here is how mine shaped up:
 
A fun Saturday with my grandniece. (You can read about it here.)
A family birthday dinner with lasagna cupcakes. (Oh, yum.)
 The arrival of fall on my mantel. (You can see more pictures here.)
  Butterfly watching in my lovely little garden. (You can read how it came to be here.)
Dinner with my beloved daughter, Lesliethe joy of my life.
Some priceless face time with my adorable granddog, Charlie.
 
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I'm linking to Rebecca's delightful blog Simple As That. Each month, she hosts A Month in Photos.
The September party is currently underway, and I think the linky is open all month. Come on by, y'all!