Lizzie just reminded me that I have not posted anything and that she actually misses my
blogs, imagine that. So this is for Lizzie, daughter, Elizabeth, named for sister Elizabeth also called Lizzie.
The whole family is home, for no reason, except just to be here. just like Christmas, except in August, and no gifts, just lots of family. Family, everywhere you turn, each with their own set of stuff, food, clothes, toys, baby seats, sewing machines,computers, books, golf clubs, cars, sippy cups, baby bottles, wine bottles... and on and on and on. The kitchen counter overfloweth.
I absolutely LOVE IT. The giggles mixed in with baby cries, voices, very serious and voices, just talking, but voices, familiar, all of whom I recognize. reminds me that In very quiet moments I can call up voices from the past - my grandmothers, my father, Fr. Egan,are just a few. The sound of a voice and certain expressions they love to use, has a gorilla glue affect and just can't be unglued from my brain. But today, the voices I hear are all here, and thankfully so. I am soaking them in for recall when I need to hear them again when they have all gone home. This is all I need for today.
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