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Smelling the Tulips | Writing 101: Day Two

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‘They’re my favorite flower,’ I hear my grandmother say, as I gaze over the vast field of never-ending violet. Ripples of color sway lazily with the breeze and, breathing deeply, I’m transported back to my grandmother’s kitchen. The soft smell of tulips sitting on the kitchen counter next to the coffee pot as Elvis Presley sings hymns softly in the background. She liked listening to that CD in the morning. I make my way through the field taking photos I can’t wait to post, excitement I can’t wait to share.

The things that connect us. The purple tulips in May, on her birthday. The slightly burnt coffee every morning strictly at 7 am. The voice of Elvis Presley in the morning. Things that connect all of us. The entire family. I don’t have to explain my nostalgia for Betty Boop, because they have the same nostalgia. I don’t have to wait for the laugh track when I mention my appreciation of salt and pepper shaker collections because they appreciate them too. They get it.

mamawThis woman who lived a full life, filled with everything from a childhood in the country to one of glitz and glamour. She lived. Her feisty, talkative personality filled her house with laughter. Her love of collecting filled her home, literally. But it was beautiful. It was all beautiful. Specifically I’m not talking about her milk glass collection or china teacup sets. Or her extensive, beautiful gold and diamond jewelry, mostly rings. She treasured those rings and wore them, all at once, on special occasions. No, I mean sneaking in her wardrobe as a child and playing dress up in her 1970’s polyester nightgown-and-robe sets. I mean waiting until she went to the kitchen to slip into her storage room to gaze wide-eyed at her giant collection of Betty Boop coffee cups and dolls and shirts. Once I gave her an old life-sized cutout of Betty Boop. She displayed it in her living room for years.

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We were never incredibly close. Or, perhaps, we were. To be close to Mamaw, was to savor the small moments. To be present and willing to listen; to be patient and willing to wait. I wasn’t a good roommate. I wasn’t. After college, I was just grateful for a room in her home at all. I came home exhausted from work and shut myself in my room to decompress for hours. I couldn’t stand watching The Bachelorette with her–even ironically–so I left that to my cousin. I would snap back with an attitude after 30-too-many-times her telling me to not wash my dishes/clothes/self while she was watching her evening shows. She couldn’t hear them, otherwise. I was patient, but I still think about the times I was not. Of course, she had an attitude as well. The kind of attitude that comes with the privilege of aging and not caring at all if what she said offended. To be close to Mamaw was to not care if she did offend, because you knew she was just trying to tell her funny story for a good laugh. Or she was just trying to make sure her precious Betty Boop valuables weren’t broken by the hands of a curious child.

I drift in and out of these memories of my grandmother. Visiting the fields of tulips is like an amplified megaphone; each petal, each smell shouting a memory directly at me. The beauty of those flowers, stretched miles and miles and miles, is overwhelming and awe-inspiring. These fields connect me to my grandmother, they connect us all. They affect me like they affect my family. There is a beautiful trust in that. Even thousands of miles apart, I know I am not alone. Through a simple song by Elvis Presley, we can share a memory, a story, a laugh. Through a single tulip, we can ensure our family history will be remembered in the most beautiful way.

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This was part of the Writing 101’s Blogging University. The prompt: If you could zoom through space in the speed of light, what place would you go to right now?

I’d love to visit Amsterdam during their tulip season for my grandmother! It’s on my Bucketlist, even. This spring I at least hope to visit one of England’s beautiful gardens.

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Three Years

3 Years

I celebrate three years with my husband today.

He challenges me to do the things I once loved and have lost.

He challenges me to open my mind to new ways of thinking.

He challenges my understanding of God.

He challenges me to read. To write. To engage.

He challenges me to allow people in my life.

All my weaknesses, worries, doubts and fears–he shows me are all ok, but shouldn’t define me.

I’m learning to let go of insecurities; be vulnerable to new experiences.

I’m learning that it’s better to be a bit embarrassed or rejected than to let my thoughts and feelings fester unheard.

I celebrate three years with an awesome guy.

The older I get, the more I realize how young I am.

There is so much more to learn.

 

 


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Telling A Story: The Reception

 

My Mamaw, who passed away just four months after our wedding from ovarion cancer got to be at the wedding. Two nurses were able to take her from the nursing home to the wedding, which I am so glad for! It was really special having her there.

I loved the photos from the loft above the reception area.

I loved our dessert bar! The groom’s cake was a peanut butter cake, the wedding cake was lemon cream. My step mom also made some awesome cupcakes. Chocolate coffee, almond, and lemon cupcake. Amazing!

Oh, and our cake topper. 🙂

Taylor’s best man, Zackary, giving his toast, which was so great!

This is my sister. Lunging, violently for the bouquet.

This is my sister, Victoria’s, boy friend.

Yes, they both won.


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Telling A Story: The Wedding Party

We had the best wedding party! I love all of them so much and am so thankful for their supportiveness. These ladies and gents made our wedding hilarious, fun, and so much more memorable.

Memorable Moments:
My girls–Tori, Katy and Charity using all their talent and love to help me look special
Groomsman, Nathan, looking depressed in every photo
The two guys from Tay’s band, Modern Miracle, playing Modern Miracle songs on guitar and keyboard
Best Man, Zack’s amazing speech which meant the world to us
My girls and I scrunched up on a couch that was next to a window which gave us the perfect view of the guests finding seats outside

Don’t forget our wonderful flowers girls and ring bearer–my two second cousins from my mom’s side and my little brother. They were awesome!


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Telling A Story:Getting Ready

At the beautiful wedding site, Enoch’s Stomp Vineyard and Winery, the bridesmaids and groomsmen got ready–in separate rooms. This was so fun–I loved being with my close friends and family as they helped ‘do’ me up. They were so supportive and caring and I only wish I could repay the favor in their future!


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Telling A Story: Paper Goods

For the wedding I designed all the paper goods around my bird/vintage/wooded theme. I am so glad I did this. This was such a lovely personal touch.

To start off my wedding paper planning, I designed a “wedding logo”. According to all the wedding websites I obessed over for two years, creating a custom wedding mongram is all the rage. Well, I jumped right on this, of course. I didn’t actually use the full mongram at the wedding, but creating this small ‘W’ with two love birds on a branch actually helped shape my entire wedding theme.

The lovely wedding invitation. (Note the two love birds and branch from my monogram!)

I SO enjoyed getting these response cards mailed back to me once I mailed our the invitations. On the back of each postcard-size response card was beautiful and hilarious wedding advice and inspiration from all of the friends and family we invited!

 


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Telling a Story-Bridal Portraits

The marvelous Lindsay Steele of Lindsay Steele Photography shot me, all did up and giddy, a month or so before my wedding. My lovely bridesmaid, Charity, came along, which I was so grateful for! We traversed through the downtown area through the streets and in front of store fronts and in a large and beautiful field. It was so much fun, albeit windy. Lindsay has a keen eye for photos and finds beauty everywhere she photographs.