Saturday’s letter is H! A to Z home

There’s no place like home. It can mean many things to different people.

Alaska is my chosen home – I have lived here more than half my life. Hubby-moose and I have built a home here for ourselves and our two daughters. Over the years our home was opened to those who needed a place to stay – one night or several years – and to the friends of our daughters. Now it is open to grandkids and their friends.

I have a little saying I use when people talk about coming to our home. If you are coming to see my house – make an appointment. If you are coming to see ME – come anytime. Yeah, I’m not much of a housekeeper. There are many more important things – like the aformentioned grandkids.

My larger home is ALASKA and I love to show her off to friends and family. I also just love to SEE her in her glory.

Today I drove to Seward with a daughter and granddaughter for the last swim meet of the year. We enjoyed watching the Pup excel in her chosen events – even though the coveted JO times were not met. She bested previous times and is planning to improve over the summer before next year’s season starts.

On our way back home to Kenai we stopped several places along the way to snap some pictures while stretching those muscles that had been cramped on folding chairs for several hours.

I’d like to share a bit of HOME with you tonight. I am such an Alaskan Homebody.
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still frozen Kenai Lake from the Seward Hwy.Tern Lake at the Seward "Y"Shadowy mountain at the Seward "Y"Overlooking Kenai River in Cooper Landing
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Today’s letter is G! A to Z home

My baby girls are no longer babies. It’s a fact I must face – each time they do or say something so absolutely brilliant that it brings tears to my eyes.

They are all growed up now. 🙂

I always wanted girls and was so thrilled when God blessed me with two. I dressed them in ruffles and frills and made little sunbonnets for them. I made most of their clothes up to the time they were pre-teens.

We grew up together – cried together – loved together.

And the day came when I had to let them go – out into the world – to become adults and to find their own ways in the world.

I’m ever so proud of both of them – in different ways because each is an individual.

I don’t love one more than the other. I just love them differently.

So, today I tip my hat to my girls – thank you for being who you are.

The letter for today is F A to Z home

Each of us has that one member in their family who is the eccentric, or the wild woman . . . quit shaking your head, You know it’s true.

If we’re blessed, we actually know them. My great grandmother and I never met, but I wish we had. She was ahead of her time in a lot of ways.

Her biggest claim to family scuttlebut fame is that she (gasp!) divorced her husband. These days nobody would bat their eye at such a thing – at least those outside of immediate family. It is such a “normal” thing these days.

In those days – not so much. It must have been something pretty big.

So, today I would like to tip my proverbial hat to my great-grandmother for her courage in bucking the norm. I hope she found happiness.

This week’s 100 Words Challenge is Broken. Check out some superb writers by following the linky love at the bottom of this post.
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I weep at the beauty of it
Sunrises – sunsets
Mountains majesty
Never knew what that meant
Until
Alaska

Ahhh-laska
My chosen home
I drink in your
Beauty
When sea billows roll
I’ve seen that
Here

My Alaska
Home sweet home
You have taken me
And broken me
And made me whole

You give me hope
You give me pause
You give me food
For thought
I am more yours
Than ever
You could be mine

I bask in your beauty
I pause at your glory
I revel with joy
At your every turn

You give me
Breath
My chosen
Alaska


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Kenai Sunset 4-5-11 Ahhhhhhhhh
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A little nonsensical, but poignant poem for the letter E – A to Z home
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Elisa

Eleventy-ten one hundred and two
Elisa bent to tie her shoe
Even now I see her face
Encouraging me to join her race

Eleventy-ten one hundred and two
Elisa no longer can reach her shoe
Even lines and wrinkles trace
Endearing pages upon her face

Eleventy-ten one hundred and two
Elisa wants to come with you
Even’ tide has slowed her pace
Eventually she’ll lose the race

Eleventy-ten one hundred and two
Elisa sidles away from you
Emitting a sensuous grace
Ending a long, well-run race