Kingston Plantation Getaway

(Written on October 13, 2011 from the balcony of Embassy Suites at Kingston Plantation)

The Earth is the Lord’s and all its fullness,The world and those who dwell therein. For He has founded it upon the seas, And established it upon the waters.

Psalm 24: 1,2

As I sit here on the 18^th floor balcony, watching the sun rise over the Atlantic Ocean on this beautiful October morning, I thank God for the blessing of this two-day respite from our day-to-day activities. I never come to the beach without being reminded of the magnificence of our God who has created such a universe. And I wonder how anyone could ever doubt His almighty hand in its design.

SS has had meetings to attend during the day, but we have had such fun eating out and shopping in the evenings. Last night I “almost” talked SS into letting us sleep with the sliding glass doors in the bedroom wide open, with the breezes blowing over us and the waves crashing on the shore lulling us to sleep. I think he was worried about security as much as anything else, so by the time I was drifting off to sleep, I heard the doors being quietly closed.

Embassy Suites has a very nice, as well as free, breakfast buffet every morning, which I really enjoyed! As I was eating some honeydew melon this morning, SS and I couldn’t help but think about one of our most endearing “Mommas memories.” The last year of her life when she was living along, unable to drive, we would do anything to provide whatever she wanted, which was never very much. But sometimes, she would have a “taste” for something, and when she did we were happy to get whatever she wanted. During the winter, though she called one time and said, “Shug (her term of endearment for us, short for Sugar, I think), I have a taste for honeydew melon.” Now it was very difficult back then to find honeydew melon in the winter, but if Mommas had a taste for it, we wanted to provide it. It really took some searching to come up with one. Since then, we’ve had a little understanding that if one of us said we had a “taste” for something, there was no questioning that we had to get it.

But that whole conversation made me think about how “Shug” was such a part of Mommas’ vocabulary, and how I might ought to try to use it with my grandsons, as well as my daughters and sister, to carry on the tradition. Would it sound unnatural coming from me? I think I may give it a try.

With love to all my Pamela’s girls, Shugs, have a wonderful week with safe travels

Love from Cici

My Sweet Boys and Me

It is hard to believe that less than 2 months ago, I was still carrying around hefty Baby M. Although he cries a good bit and is up several times during the night still, I'm much happier that he is in my arms rather than my tummy. He is such a sweet baby! He's starting to coo, bat, kick and smile. I wondered if I would think all of Baby M's milestones were has cute as Bo's were since I have already experienced them once, but I have to say that Baby M's first smiles melt my heart as much as Bo's did.

Although Bo has been sick a lot since he started school, it hasn't stopped him from learning new things on Daddy L's ipad and learning all sorts of new phrases like "Sorry Ma Ma, tank ewe Ma Ma and Otay Da da." He continues to amaze me more and more every day with the new things he can do and say.

And for the finale to my post, here is an absolutely adorable video of the two brothers. Bo likes for Baby M to bat at his face, so he's trying to make him rub his face. I had to abruptly stop it at the end because I got worried as to what Bo was going to do to Baby M next but I wish I had kept recording because he gave him "baby."

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ob9u-JyIJ1M

I hope Pamela's Girls have a wonderful weekend!

Love,

~Mommy M

My Morning Commute

I love driving my little, sporty, red Honda Accord. But my poor little car's CD player is not working - and - that makes me sad. I really love listening to audio books on CD on my long drive to work and I have missed having the CD player available. So... I took him to the shop today.

Fortunately, since our mechanic is close to the Hermitage station stop of Nashville's ONLY commuter train, The Music City Star. Now, I know that for SanFran S, riding a train to work is no novel idea, but on the few times that I have taken the train in to town, I thoroughly enjoyed it. It makes me feel closer to Paris, to traveling in Europe, to big cities that I long to visit... even if we are trundling along through Nashville's suburban forests, pastures and back yards and rattling over rocky streams.

There are only five train stops before the downtown Riverfront Park station. Then commuters can hop in one of the line of waiting buses to make the rest of their journey to work.

I am including photos from this morning. I wish that my Riverfront station had come out more clear, but the bus window didn't allow for much more.

Love and kisses to my Pamela's Girls!

Auntie J