It's been 12 years since you passed and I've missed you every day. I feel your presence around me often. And, I know your prayers are still protecting me. I picture you smiling your sweet smile down on me. On all of us. You are special and so beloved.
The majority of my memories of you are from my childhood in Texas. I've experienced so much of my adulthood without you. If you could see me now, on this farm, you'd be so happy. And while the meaning of "farm" means two different things from where you lived and where I live now, they still hold the same sentiment. There's a lot of age and maturity and experience for me between the two farms now. As a child, going to the farm meant going to see Memaw and Pa and hours upon hours of making mud pies and chasing lightning bugs with cousins. Homemade biscuits and gravy every morning and the most amazing pallet to sleep on at night. (In Texas, ya'll know a pallet is a makeshift bed stacked high with your grandmother's old quilts, right?)
Tuesday, June 19, 2018
Saturday, June 16, 2018
'Twas an involved May. Full of celebrations and family gatherings. Here's the beautiful sum of it all . . . Nothing but Genuine Love from here . . .
We are celebrating a huge occasion in the Lovell family - our first baby! Our Brother and Sister-in-Law are due late July and the entire family is over the moon excited for them. We celebrated Baby Henry with a Baby Shower at Glenwood Park. It was precious and intimate - with close friends and family. #LovedAlready