Subscribe Yesterday, I met a new member of the Easom family, little Abby. She was welcomed by big brother, Warren, and cousins, Emma and Sam. This family is so much fun, and it is hilarious watching Sam and Warren play (and argue). It’s got to be great growing up with a cousin who is your same age and lives close by. Sweet Emma is the calming influence of this rough-and-tumble group, and little Abby is just going with the flow. Enjoy this little look at our time together.
Today was a big day in our house. Six years ago (on a Sunday) I remember waking up to last minute grocery store runs, Mickey Mouse Clubhouse episodes with Meg, brisk walks with her in the stroller up and down the driveway, Arby’s (I know) for lunch, my mom and sister stopping by. Dropping Meg off at my mom’s along with Josephine, our four-legged daughter, talking with my dad on the phone and later in person, taking a drive to Macon, walking with Newt, talking to my best friend, Jana, on the phone right before my water broke, and thirty minutes later delivering my amazing little boy. Newt so badly wanted to name him Herschel (Go Dawgs!), but I had other names in mind. After seeing him in all of his glory at 10 lbs., Newt decided that I should have the honor of naming him. My sister, Erin, watched the nurses bathe him and wrestle him into a baby t-shirt. Newt waltzed proudly around the waiting room, known then to all as the father of the ten-pounder. It was the longest day and the shortest day all at once. So much to do and appreciate, and so much to look forward to. We worried about how Meg would take to having a little brother – the jury is still out on that one most days.
So today, tonight really, I’d like to thank my God for sending a little (big, little) boy to me six years ago. I really thought Meg needed a sister, but it turns out that God knew all along exactly what we all needed. Love you, Russ!
With Dr. Luhrs and sweet sister, Meg
Loving on our sweet greyhound, Amber
Cupcakes at school!
The birthday bear sang to him.
From the Hardy Farms field trip last week
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Left our annual girls’ weekend this morning with the sun shining, blue skies, sunroof open. A little sad because it may be an entire year before all seven of us are together again. “Good Life” was on the radio- a fitting song for our group. The seven of us have basically known each other for twenty-five years; smaller groups of us have been together since birth.
Hope was late!!!
Jana came first, in December, then me, in January, Lee and Hope in April. In kindergarten, Lori’s family moved to town. Allison joined us in the 4th grade. Then Tracy came from Byron at the start of 9th grade. We have been scattered across the United States and have migrated back. There have been weddings, babies, fur babies, and celebrations. This group has also seen its share of broken hearts, loss, and death.
Three of us have lost parents; one has lost a child.
Our conversations this weekend ran the gamut, and hasn’t changed much from our high school discussions – parents, boys, and now includes our husbands, kids, pets, and good eye cremes. We were asked to show our IDs at dinner, but suspect that our kind waiter was just doing his job and did NOT mistake us for a group of sorority chicks.
I guess the point of this post was to simply say that we seven girls have really had a “Good Life,” and it’s been good together – even if it’s only once-a-year together. These strong, beautiful women are my friends, and I think we’ve turned out pretty awesome! Love y’all -
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my wonderfully handsome cat. He and I had a little QT this afternoon in the flower bed. Loving this 60 mm lens!
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on a stormy afternoon in the Georgia heat, what do you do? We play with strobe lights, of course!
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Love all of you to death!
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