Cheers
Give a Cheer
Give a Cheer
My Godson turned 18 this spring and you could have knocked me over with a feather!!! LOL The journaling was tough! There was so much I wanted to say!!!
Here's the journaling:
It’s late April of 2005, the birds are nesting and singing with joy, bulbs are blooming in a riot of color and my Godson has just turned 18. Whoa…. wait a minute! He’s what, eighteen? You’ve got to be joking! I knew he’d grown taller, the crick in my neck proves that. I also know that his voice has gotten deeper because I barely recognize it when he answers the phone. He’s also become extraordinarily handsome. But 18, give me a break! When I picture Erin in my mind it’s a vast collage of images that don’t fit with the image of him as an adult.
He’s 3 with a million band-aids on his legs because they hurt, then he’s 4 holding my newborn son with a tenderness that brings tears to my eyes. Next he’s blowing out his candles on his fifth birthday cake, eyes bright with excitement. At 7 he’s laughing at my attempts to ride a bike around the block as he whizzes by with Lance Armstrong speed. He’s 9 and hysterically screaming in the ER because the nurse wants to give him a tetanus shot after stepping on a nail. Now he’s 10 telling me jokes while eating dinner at Applebee’s and has me laughing so hard I blow soda out of my nose. At 12 he’s dancing around the yard wearing my daughter’s tiara and tutu at her birthday to make her laugh. He’s 13 has put on make up and is doing a hysterical impersonation of Stewy from Mad TV after Christmas dinner. Next he’s 14 and out in my yard helping rake leaves, the sun gleaming on his dark hair like a caress. He’s 16 and has his first car, a beat up truck that barely runs and is earnestly asking my husband for help with the brakes.
And now, well now he’s 18 and struggling with his choices. The potential is still there peeking out at me with the wide innocent eyes of the boy that was, but it’s a young man that meets my gaze, a little confused and irresolute standing at a crossroads in his life.
And still I wonder, where did time go, and how did this happen so darn quickly?
Recipe:
Rusty Pickle Items:
Letter and number stamps
Red chipboard letters & #'s
Red and Cream Ribbon
Black and white ribbon
Canvas Tag
Burlap Tag, cut and used as photo corner as well as embellie
White tag off of ribbon spool
Rusty Pickle Patterened Papers:
Blue Gingham
Farmhouse Avacado
Red distressed dots
Other Items:
Die Cut With a View metal letters
cardstock
MM metal numbers
Acrylic paint
Creative Imagination stickers
Versacolor Black ink
Ranger Ind Tea Dye Ink
Phew.... I think that's it!! Thanks so much for looking!!
By: Angela Woolford
No products have been added to this project.
Thanks for spreading positivity!
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