Welcome Summer.

Dear Summer,

I know it's scary to come out of hiding; but don't be. You have anxious kids all over this country just waiting for you to show up. We welcome you with open arms. We have made many plans to engage in the warmth of your sun. Vacations made to enjoy the beaches. Summer I don't think you realize your importance. We don't like the snow, we just deal with it. Speaking for myself, I much prefer you. Please come and let us all create memories in the glorious season. Release us from the stress of the everyday life. Bring your happy spirit and spread it across the world. If anything I will be here to stand by you. Winter and Spring have paid their dues and now it's your time to shine. Wherever you are, come out soon because the anxiety is becoming overwhelming. 

Anxiously,

Caity

The Old Man Sits

Withered from the years, the old man sits.
He sits on the rocking chair that him and his wife bought when they first got married.
His beautiful wife. His life long friend.
When they got married she told him she would never leave him,
and here he is sitting alone.

When they got married she wore the most beautiful white lace dress,
it was her grandmothers.
He wore an old moth eaten tuxedo that he found at a pawn shop.
As they said I do and kiss

They move into their first house.
The paint would become yellow the kitchen would look well used.
The wood floors would become scratched because of the furniture.
Their love would make the house a home.

Their children would come running through the halls.
Little footsteps and hand prints would be found all over.
Adorable giggling could be heard every twenty seconds.
The joy was unexplainable.

The kids grow old and they stand at their weddings.
They wave goodbye to their children for they know they will see them soon.
Grand kids would then enter into their lives bringing them a new love and hope for the future.
Things to remember.

The worst year this granddad could have. Happened.
His best friend that he had for years had left him in the night.
Her last breaths were drawn and in the morning all was left was her cold body.
His loving wife was gone.

He sits thinking of mistakes and regrets.
He thinks of the future he has left for his children.
He thinks of the love and legend he has left behind.
Withered from the years, the old man sits.

Love you grandpa,
Caity

down by the sea:)

running through the sand, making you run faster and harder.

feeling the waves on your feet pulling you towards the mysterious waters.

finding the shells with a unique design for someone.

getting trapped in the seaweed which always seems to find you.

seeing the lonely fish that can't seem to find home.

noticing you.

racing through the sand which tries to keep me from you.

fighting the waves so I it can pull me away.

collecting the shells as a gift of my admiration of your beauty.

battling the seaweed so i can hold your hand.

seeing the lonely fish spotting his love, as i have.

noticing you.

walking through the sand which keeps our foot prints.

dancing in the waves as they surround us with wonder.

saving the seashells for the next lovers.

keeping the seaweed as a reminder of everyone else.

seeing the fish swimming with his wife.

noticing us. 

down by the sea

where i notice you, noticing me, noticing us. 

lovingly,

caity

The little girl who asked God who she was supposed to be, was me. I am still that little girl. I am the little girl who sits on the lawn on a cloudy day asking God to guide her on her way. My little fragile hands didn't seem like they could give service to those around me. My little feet could not seem to be steady enough to lead on a path for others to follow. My mind could not comprehend the advice that would spread across my lips to help a fallen friend. It was all just a dream. In the softened trees swaying to the wind, I heard his answer. He knew I could do all these things and it wasn't just a dream. His smile showed through the showing of sunlight through the clouds. I still become that little girl who prays and dreams. God however, silently lets me know the answers in the graceful rainfall or the whispering of the wind.

Cordially yours, 

Caity

light at the end

     Closing my eyes.... I can still feel the turn of the mountain, see the fresh powder surrounding me, hear the edges of my skies grinding into the frozen snow, feel the strength of my knee! but then my eyes open. Its all gone, my feet on planted on hard cold ground, snows not enclosing on me, I can't hear the calming sounds of melted slicing through frozen snow, my knee is week and the acl is torn. I'm cut from the world of skiing. There's a big hole in me, nothing can sew the gaping hole together. Then I remember its not the end of the world! My knee will heal. There's a light to the end of this tunel. I will get out and be a stronger person and better skier! Nothing can hold me back.  

Naturally,                                                                                                                                                       Ken

 

The Beaten Path.......

We all walk our own path. My path has been one filled with cracks, potholes, chaotic weather and screwing the world and dancing in the rain moments. Cracks. Those stupid lines that seem to ruin a day. Cracks are never one to be avoided or overlooked. They start small but over time and with some avoidance they seem to be more and more apparent  that they will not go away. Example of a crack in my life. With me rebelling against my mother throughout my younger years brought me to getting into a car accident. With what started out as a little "I won't take out the trash just because you told me to", turned into "I am going to drive this car, because I know what I'm doing". Potholes are somewhat bigger. We notice them and steer away from them, afraid they will ruin the alignment. Well let me tell you, my alignment has needed to be fixed more than once. Example of a pothole in my life. One careless decision of "friends" cost me horrible punishments later. Grounded for one week, then two.....getting the picture? Chaotic disasters are something that occurs on every path. Sometimes these thunderous storms require friends and family to help you get through. Example of a storm. Realizing that every "Father's Day" I don't really have a father to give my love to. Not really ever being able to get a daddy's blessing or a father's hug. Dancing in the rain is what I try and live for. No perfect moment ever stays so when a bad one comes along do we let in rain until we are soaked so much we begin to drown. Sometimes! Other times however, we do put on our big girl panties and dance in the rain. We realize that if we make some good out of the situation it's not that bad. These times I thank my good Lord that he gave me thunderstorms:)

All of this said......At the end of my beaten path I want to be hand in hand with my friends and family, ready to face what's next. 

The Infamous,

Caity

friends!!!

There are many things that are said that make a person a true friend! The question is, does your true friend fit into that places... Area! you know what i mean. well any ways. When I think of a true friend, and what makes one... Caity pops into my head. To me Caity is was a true friend should be. If you true friend isn't like Caity well that sucks for you! I'm just joking with you! True friends are there when you need them and even when you don't, they never lie to spare you feelings, they can be harsh but its a good thing. There always there to make you laugh and somethings get you mad, but you can help but love them in the end! they're to listen and to hold you when you cry. They're always with you when you do something really dumb, but they're there to give a helping hand! When you find your true friend don't let go, you might not find them again!