Wednesday, March 04, 2009


Just a little over five years ago, my days were spent homeschooling and homesteading and doing all other things homey on eleven acres in the boonies--literally. My daughter and I ran a support group for homeschooling moms and a co-op for their children. I canned and sewed and gathered eggs and occasionally shot a gun into the air to scare off varmits.

Then my husband got this brainy idea to buy The Boxmoor, right smack in the center of the historic district, and instantly everything changed. It wasn't better or worse, just different. I like different--usually. I painted and tore off wallpaper and painted and scraped linoleum off of floors and ripped down ceiling tiles and painted some more. I still homeschooled when I wasn't painting. I no longer canned or sewed or gathered eggs or shot a gun to scare off varmits. I wanted to shoot myself, however.

Son Michael and I were talking this week about how just one little click of the mouse decision can set in motion an entirely different course for your life. Our ending up in Tennessee still makes us all shake our heads and ask What were we thinking? No, they usually say What were YOU thinking? Not that we're sorry at all, but that is a story for another post. And looking back we can see the hand of God in those decisions.

Blogging on a regular basis forces you to revisit your past when your present day inspiration wanes. What better time for a trip down memory lane than at the five mile marker. This trip has been very emotional for me, however. Actually, I've felt sick inside ever since the download. While my new city life has been fulfilling and interesting, a part of me wishes that I had never had to leave those stay-at-home days in the country with those cute little faces and the varmits. I do think those days hold my fondest memories.

Five years ago this month, when I wasn't painting, I was making regular visits to the midwife in Knoxville with Kelly.

Tessa, Ross, and Nate loved listening to the heartbeat of their brother? sister? niece? nephew? Kelly is one of the few modern-day moms who passes on the sonogram and finding out the baby's sex.

Just hours after Easter dinner on April 11, 2004, I was driving with Kelly and Travis to the birth center to meet what would turn out to be my first granddaughter, Kenzie Paige. She would end up coming into this world on my birthday, April 12! Now that is taking gift giving to a whole new level! As always, I take photos and video the event while telling Kelly repeatedly that she can do it! As you can see below, she did it just fine!

Later in the day, Kenzie was introduced to the gang who was waiting patiently at The Boxmoor for her arrival. Can it really be five years already?

I don't know which is sadder: Kenzie turning five or Tessa being twelve. I am feeling ill and old.


leigh ann said...

Don't forget crazy...I love reading about your journey to here. Great post and gosh you can tell how much everyone has grown! Why is it called Boxmoor?

Jen r. said...

It always amazes me how fast time goes by and how we end up places we never thought we would! Loved your story. Jen

Renee said...

Wow, time flies! Just look at cute and little Tessa is here!!!! Denise - you are on a journey my friend. Welcome to the road trip sweetie! Um, oh, crazy wild sweetie. Is that better? LOL

Tina said...

Thanks for sharing your story. I've been feeling the same way lately. Time is just going by too stinkin fast. We don't always get Gods plans for us but man he makes them good.
By the way I love , love Tessa's room.
Have a wonderful weekend.

M.L. @ The House of Whimsy said...

Just stopping by to let you know I FINALLY made those flower fairies you did a tutortial for last summer. I gave you credit and linked to your fairy post. Thanks again. I had so much fun making mine. : )