Young at Heart

grand pa

You’re never too old
for wind in your face
Just get out there and go
no matter your pace
It’s the freedom you feel
cruising down the street
whether in the front
or even backseat
It’s the feeling of youth
when time has passed you by
It’s the pleasure you feel
knowing you’ve tried
So don’t ever think
you’re too old to fly
Swing that leg over
and head for the sky!

Lauren Scott © 2014

My Dad had some New Year’s Day fun sitting on our scooter and pretending to ride, with the help of my hubby. Of course, if he did ride, he would have worn a helmet! My son edited the top photo, which turned out awesome and our family got a kick out of seeing Grandpa, at the Young age of 94, “cruising down the street!”
This only proves you can stay “Young at Heart!”  

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Copper’s Canine Cogitations

Just pet me and love me is all I really ask
I know it’s not such a difficult task
for when you focus on my amber eyes
the love I show is no surprise
You get a big smile when you rub my tummy
‘cuz all the attention is really yummy
You’ve taught me well when it comes to heeling
but I can’t help if squirrels are so appealing
I sit, I stay and lie down on command and
can’t wait for my treat out of your loving hand
I know sometimes on our walks I’m a handful
From now on, I’ll do my best and try not to pull
Big, strong labs don’t often get mushy
but I’ll say one thing that might be gushy
If you didn’t adopt me on that special day
I don’t know how I’d feel…happy or afraid
So, my family, to you I offer my paw and
I’m very grateful you chose me to be your dog ♥

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Lauren Scott © 2013
Photo: My Son :)

All Over Again

Redwoods edited for blog 2013

I thought we had bid farewell
instead, while sweeping
under one of our rugs
its existence glowed
like an October prank
My sanity experienced
an immediate tug

The spirits of my shoulders
dropped with great speed
and the weight of their tears
caused my heart to sink
into a dark abyss
with rejuvenated fears

I remember being thrilled
with its absence
dancing through my days
now I look at my reflection
in the mirror and see traces
of a familiar, emotional maze

The need to blame
is so very strong
I know it’s not right
but I long for someone
to offer their hand,
catch my pleading words
as they roll from my lips
and for a face with kind eyes
to tell me this is just
a vivid nightmare,
not a rewritten script

Repeatedly, I reach for strength,
at times, feeling my fingers slipping
As I kneel, with folded hands,
my heart begs for another error
I silently pray for this presence
to stop haunting our days
and for a beautiful soul to be spared

Lauren Scott © 2013

Happy 94th Birthday, Dad! ♥

Happy 94th Birthday, Dad

I’m honoring my Dad’s 94th Birthday today! 

At this “youthful” stage in his life, he still drives, enjoys reading my blog,
has a facebook now, meets a good friend for lunch often, remains active
in his church and is still going strong!
Someday, I’ll ask him again what the secret to a long life is…

Dad, I’m sending you a Blitz Torte (your favorite), but this time,
I didn’t make it myself.
You know I’m a great baker,
but this cake is not my specialty, it was Mom’s.
I was afraid mine would look like the California Earthquake cake again! :)
Remember that? I think Mom really enjoyed my attempt and had a good laugh! 

blitz torte for dad oct 14 2013

There are no new words to say,
only those that have been repeated over the years…

Thank you for all you’ve done for your three daughters
and for all of their families. Your kindness and Love
doesn’t go unnoticed. Thank you for being our Pillar
and for being Mom’s true love.

WE LOVE YOU AND WISH YOU A HAPPY 94TH!

xoxo

LScott © 2013

Cake photo credit:
Google Images

Half Empty Nest

Life sure tugs at our hearts, doesn’t it? I’m thinking as I type and don’t have time to edit, so please bear with anything that may not make sense. 

Some changes are good, positive events that push us in a better direction. They help us grow. Some aren’t so good, in fact, they’re tragic and very painful. Fortunately, right now, the change about to take place on Saturday is a great one. That doesn’t mean it doesn’t tug, though.

I just feel like talking and I hope not to bore you. Many of you have experienced this already and many will in the near or distant future…Our daughter is moving out for the first time, as a Junior transfer student in her new university. It’s awesome; we jumped for joy when she was accepted. And now that time is no longer down the road a few months…it’s here. Very surreal in so many ways. The good thing is she’ll only be less than two hours away. She won’t be across the country or in another country (I’m consoling myself), so this is good. 

Sibling support

With her bro at her Community College Graduation.

Our living room is full of her boxes. Her belongings because she’ll be in an apartment and not a dorm room. We have had fun shopping for new stuff; that’s always a joy, especially spending time with her…my son has even teased her about having more room in the bathroom, once she leaves and wanting to turn her bedroom into whatever! He keeps this whole thing light-hearted! Well, she’s not out completely; the apartment is furnished, so her furniture will remain with us and she is welcome home anytime. Even after she graduates, who knows if she’ll need to come back home to live. We leave that option open, always. So we won’t make any drastic changes in her room, just yet. But, someday, it will make a great office! Just sayin’! :)

It’s our job as parents to raise our children in the best way we know..to lay the foundation, a solid one from where they can grow. My husband and I have done that. And now it’s her job to begin a new chapter, make her own path and continue growing into a beautiful, responsible adult.

Now we have a new job; to let go. I’ve had a few nights this week where I’ve become teary right when my head hits the pillow (thus, my prior post to this one). Yes, it’ll be sad to not have her here with us, in our house. But I tend to worry; we just want her to be safe. (I know, move on, right?) That’s the tough part of letting go because events like this are out of our control. But the tears also fall for joy and excitement for her. We’re so happy for the opportunities she’ll have, the people she’ll meet, as well as, her accomplishments when she graduates.

In a nutshell, LIFE IS GOOD! (but keep the tissue handy) 

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Our Graduate.

  I will end with a little something I wrote:

“We have prepared for this moment,
it would come we have known.
It’s time now for her
to chase dreams of her own.”

I apologize for “talking your ear off”
but I thank you for taking the time to “listen”

and if you have any reassuring feedback,
I would love to read it!
Hugs, Lauren ♥

For You

new Jasmine buds

Sadness is my anchor

for the bruises on your heart

for the pain in your soul

for answers untold

I seek soothing words

to ease your mind

but to their presence

I am blind

In hoping to comfort

a new prayer is said

for healing and peace

and all pain released

© LScott 2013
Photo: LScott

This is dedicated to family and friends
who are experiencing tough times in their lives.