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Friday, January 10, 2014

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Marika Ujvari

When I start my day with your blog, I know my day will go well. Love to read about your life, Kristi, and I enjoy the great photos!

Patricia

Love how you said you got his mom from the pound and him from heaven!!!! Awww that is so great!You put a smile in my heart!

Chris Allin


One never knows what chord you are going to strike with each post you send out, Kristin. I experienced such a heart-wrenching moment in an airport years ago, watching a mother walk by with her little girl. The saving grace is when your grown up daughter hugs you as tightly as she did as a child.
That is a sweet moment.

Betty

Wonderful photos, Kristin. Yours is a beautiful world!

Marika Ujvari

Kristi, you should publish a large table-top photo book with all your beautiful photos also!!!

anne wirth

Beautiful! What wonderful gifts God has given us, Kristin.

Anne

Cyndy

You got his mom from the pound??? Who would give up a golden? I mean, what's not to like!

She's lucky she landed with you. And so are those kitties!

Suzanne Codi

I get laughed at because I cry at sentimental tv commercials involving a "papa" and his baby ...thank you Jackie for hugging your Mom, a much kinder response!!!
We'd love to see pix of Jackie's hair...Lily's is now natural on the front half of her head, and totally bleached on the underside in the back, which makes for interesting " chignons" on top of her head...and she's 19...I guess better that the greens and blues of the last few years...

Annette Heath

The memory of and the longing for our children when they were young.....it never goes away. As I said a tearful goodbye to my youngest after Christmas (she is 33), I noticed her wipe a tear. She has a busy career and flies globally, so was off to Singapore in the new year, and recently home from South Korea. Found myself flooded with memories of childhood Christmases....where did my little girl go?

Pat Cargill

You have touched a deep spot in us--mothers and fathers watching the little ones go, always a bit anxious, and then watching them grown up and going in a starker way. Gone far. Gone long time. True, you never get over remembering those earlier days.

Jackie is so attuned to you and her sweet comments and head-on-your-shoulder moments are lovely, pricless. I know you know that. Sweet Mama. Bonne journee, chere, Kristen!

Wayne

Tears in my eyes when I read your story today. I have felt exactly the same sadness, longing and also happiness for my children. Thankyou. A very proud father. x w.

24/7 in France

At the end of every visit to the US, my (grown) daughter and I are in tears, missing each other already! Love the animal photos, too.

Sandy Maberly

Sweet story, Kristie. I may not always comment, but I always read them with pleasure. I finally got all our Christmas decos put away on the 6th (as it should be). Time marches on and yearly rituals come and go. It will always be the bitter sweet memories that bring a tear. Thanks for sharing yours with us.

Karen, Towson, Md.

Read through blurry wet eyes, your words today reminded me to savor each moment I have with my children who seem to want to quickly fling themselves at some unspecified finish line of "success" while I balance a Cheerleader Pom Pom in one hand and a Reduce Your Speed sign in the other.

Eileen deCamp

Hi Kristin,
I enjoyed your story today. I love the sweet relationship you have with Jackie. You will always have that special connection. I bet the father of the little girl was thinking about his daughter all grown up when he spotted you and Jackie.

Marie

Pouncers rights! I love it! :)

Smiles aside, my tears welled up, too, when your writing resonated with me. First, I was lucky enough to visit my hometown, Tucson, this December. We saw saguaros wearing santa hats, adobe homes strung with big, colorful, bulbs, and palm trees turned into white, flashing pillars. I saw my family, my beautiful niece and nephew, my brothers, my father. Now I am back in "ChiBeria," wishing the cold away.

Second, although my sons are younger than your children, at nine and eleven years old, I finally understand that it truly, really does go so, so fast. My eleven year old is growing out his hair and recently asked me if it hurts to have an ear pierced (I haven't shared this conversation with my husband!). He snuggles less, smiles less, and sulks more. It feels very unfair to me that we may have some very rough adolescent years ahead of us, and then, when he is hopefully past it, he will leave us. Maybe not. But yes, it can be so hard to see a glimpse of the sweet innocence, the years stretching ahead of us, that younger chidden bring back into focus.

Fay Plauche' Butler

They do not look back. It is for you to cast your view forward.

Joan Linneman

Hello Everyone:
My daughter is all grown up, but has five children (four of them fillettes), and the booklet of photos for my purse that she gives me every year is always my favorite Christmas present. She includes photos of my son's family too, with his two children, and I can only wonder where she gets the time and energy to do everything she does. Enjoy the little ones, because they won't stay little for long.
"God bless us, every one!" Joan L.

Judy Bell

You got Braise from the pound? I'm so surprised to learn this. Braise is truly one of the most beautiful animals I've ever seen. (Hates cats, though, I think.) Smokey is adorable!

Judy Bell

Elle est mignon. I learned a new phrase -- She is cute. (Had to look it up, so it will probably "stick" with me a little longer.)

Sandy

Not sure what I long for more....being in Provence, or another Golden Retriever. When your "little girl" grows up Kristin she will be your best friend as mine is . . . and I believe you have a similar relationship with your mother? It only gets sweeter.
I am looking for suggestions for vacation rental agencies in Provence. I have seen many on your blog but most are for houses and we probably will only need an apartment....;or very small house.
Merci!

Nancy, San Antonio, Texas

Tears fill my eyes - your story is so touching. Thank you for sharing.

Judy W.

A beautiful post, Kristin. You are so lucky to have such an honest and openly loving relationship with your daughter. Also...Love the photo at the end of Smokey and his flute.

Nyla Witmore

When I click on the word...the site does not clearly show how to click to HEAR the word pronounced correctly. I miss the male voice that articulated the phrases that you used to have. It was so helpful and I would play it over and over? Perhaps you could address this in an upcoming blog so we can grow by hearing a native speaker??

Dave Kapsiak

Thank you once again for brightening my day.

Dave Kapsiak

Sheryl in Denver

So "une fillette mignon" is "a cute little girl"? I will remember that next time I am ordering off the menu. :) Ma fillette mignon a 25 ans maintenant. Alors, je comprends tes mots. Et tes larmes.

Sunrise, sunset
Sunrise, sunset
Swiftly flow the days.
Seedlings turn overnight to sunflowers
Blossoming even as we gaze.

- Fiddler on the Roof

Dottie Traudt

Sitting at my desk with tears in my eyes. I have boys, but the same sentiments hold true. Thanks for sharing.

Julie Schorr

Salut Kristin,
I believe the correct spelling is "Elle est mignonne." My students are requesting more pictures of Max! The cats are adorable! Merci for the lovely post today!
Amitiés,
Julie

Odile Coppens

Bonne Annee Kristin!
and remember :
Il est mignon (le petit garcon))

Elle est mignonne (la petite fille)

Odile, Eagle-Rock, CA

Katia

Thank you for sharing this wonderful story with us! :) Motherhood is truly the most beautiful and challenging adventure, in so many ways! You are a fantastic mom, Kristin. This story brought tears to my eyes. And the photo of the tree outside is gorgeous.

Barbara Bottini

Loved today's posting. I too sometimes had those feelings. But do take heart. Soon you, like I, will have the joy of witnessing your adult children fulfilling their promise and achieving great things as grownups.

JULES Greer

KRISTI DARLING = PURE MAGIC SRINKILED ALL OVER THIS WONDERFUL STORY.

XOXO

MOM

Mollie Baker

I am not usually sentimental, but this touched a chord within me today. My youngest daughter got married just before Christmas, and a week later I stood at the airport with her and her husband, saying good-bye. I have 7 children, so this was not our first parting—yet it was still hard! We can take comfort in remembering that these are merely turns in the road, which will result in their own fond memories!

Faye Stampe, Gleneden Beach, OR

Hi Kristin!

Thank you so for a very lovely post & wonderful photos. It was very bittersweet --- I felt tears but also smiles.

Stay well!

Julianna

Kristin -- thank you so much for letting your readers know that Braise was a shelter dog. Having no children, my three (shelter) dogs serve as my "grrrls' and my babies. It is so important, whether in France or in Las Vegas, NV, or anywhere else in this great big world, to "Adopt, Not Shop." A shelter dog is one of the most priceless gifts you can ever give yourself and/or your family.

Geary

We like the dogs, but your kitten pictures are stealing the show for now.

Joanne Polner

Grown-ups and children and babes

When you are a grandmother, as I am, you shed tears a second time when the grandjoys--the grandchildren--grow up, too. It is difficult to imagine that our own daughters will be having their first tears along with us, as their children grow up and reach out even further into the world. We want this beautiful growing up and enrichment from life's good experiences; we want this for our daughters and sons and we want this for our grandchildren. Still, in our joy, our tears are also sad. We stay young when they are small and growing. When they can look us in the eye, we realize the power of time. My husband and I hope to reach the age to be great-grandparents (about fifteen years from now). Could that possibly happen to us by the time we are 88? We hope that we will live that long awake and aware! At least, in all, we also hope that our progeny and their progeny will shed tears for us in loving memory. And the wee babe or babies? Oh, they will smile and return everyone's attention to looking again to the future. Life will be good. Bonne chance, familles d'amité internationale

Cynthia Lewis (Eastern Shore of Maryland)

How could the critics say that you "are doing things backwards" when you have so many readers who love your genuine, heartfelt way of writing? Thank you for today's tender story which touched my heart. I always enjoy your photos, too. Bon weekend!

Frances Anamosa

You had me in tears today. Your words evoked for me the feeling I had last week when I put my 21 year old daughter on the plane to go back to college. Thank you, again. Frances in Napa, California

Millie

Like you, Kristin, each time I see children, I think back of the time when my own were around that age. Sweet memories kept flooding back and then reality would make me wonder where time had gone by. And from your text, the word "ourlet" also brings back memory. J'ai poursuivi des cours de couture à Paris...il était une fois.

Francesca

I could easily tell that Smoky is The Music of Your Heart, Kristin! :-)
(As all of us, dog lovers, feel about our dogs/cats/pets we have.)

By looking at this adorable picture of his and his ever mange(able) flute, I can also hear the tune he is playing — a tune of simplicity and peace — which is all over your woodsy and magical place. I just can't envision it being fenced, or even modernly electrically fenced, or to daydream of any variety of dog chain clanking sounds around such property.

I would say that, to prevent your dogs' future escapes, it IS possible to just walk around your property with them in a close contact, perhaps after one of your bonding walks with them, and to just show and tell them (as meaningful as you could manage to be) the boundaries of your property which THEY ARE NOT ALLOWED to cross over. The message should be conveyed in the very reassuring statements (and in any language you feel you'd be sounding more convincing and authoritative.)

Perhaps, you would need to repeat the whole procedure a couple of more times, it depends on the level of your bond with them, as well as at the level of their training they are able to give back right now.

Such approach works with my dog. She is 9 y.o. by now. After some extensive training she's been through since 1 y.o. she has beed able to do so (and much more) since 4 years old, never failing me in my requests now.

For the last two-three years she is soo-o determined to please me, that I could only be delightfully surprised sometimes with the levels of her canine devotion, which often ends up with the hearty laghters of mine and others around. Dogs are amasing mind readers too. And after a few years with you they just know what is next, and what is EXPECTED of them.

Perhaps, you could also play around the Right Tune with them, getting your message across to them effectively (C'est possible!!) so they would never again be the source of your disappointment and worries, and you would still be able to channel to us The Divine Music of your joie de vivre.

Judi Miller

Pure love, shared! Thank you!

Diane Young

I wish I had been less of a typical teenager now that my mamma is long gone. I know it's a common phase most teens go through but the older I get, the more I think about how awful it must have been to be the mother of a teenage girl who refused to walk down the street with you. Fortunately she lived to be 90 so I had time to reverse my chilly attitude and become her loving daughter. She's been gone for 10+ years and I miss her all the time. Treasure every moment with Jackie, and she will remember these precious years.

Natalia

Our dear Kristi,
The only word I can say here for today's post is:EXQUISITE.
Exquisitiely written,exquisite sentiments,and exquisite pictures,
THANK YOU for sharing these with us!
Love
Natalia XO

Leisa Smith

What a wonderful way to start my day, and thank you for this dear Kristi, simply beautiful and one of your best.

And your photos are gorgeous, you are so talented!!
xx Leisa

Jackie Smith

This story touched my heart! What a great reminder to cherish every day; times passes by so quickly!

Chris Allin

Dear Jules,
I wish I could sit down with you at a table under the olive trees, sipping on a glass of Jean-Marc's wine. Mother to mother...talking about the gift of daughters~

Heather in Arles

Whew. That was lovely and very moving.
Wishing you a very Happy New Year, Kristi...for you and ALL of the members of your brood!

Anne

Turn around , and she's two
Turn around and she's four
Turn around , and she's a young girl
walking out of the door

Turn around and she's tiny
Turn around and she's grown
Turn around and she's a young wife
with babes of her own

It all happens in the blink of an eye....!

Fred Caswell

Beautiful! So very sorry I missed sending you love & my best, computer broken for weeks, struggling to keep mind and body as healthy as possible, working to slowly upgrade my I-Phone "skills", and just dealing with life.

Must add that your tears were matched as sadness struck as thoughts of the loss of our closeness. Wish I could give you more support and feel more connected. Affectueusement!

Fred Caswell

Two funeral services yesterday am didn't help! Real love hase no death. Moi

Jules Greer

HI HONEY,

Missing you this morning - painting olive trees from your vineyard, looking out over the sea. Painting France seems to bring me closer to you when we are apart.

XOXO

MOM

Ophelia

Another late post from Tennessee, with tears in my eyes and a smile. You have such a gift for catching the most tender, ordinary/extraordinary moments. Looking at your photos today, I thought you might also enjoy this quote.

Compassion, in which all ethics must take root, can only attain its full breadth and depth if it embraces all living creatures and does not limit itself to mankind. -Albert Schweitzer, philosopher, physician, musician, Nobel laureate (1875-1965)

Cheers to you on a beautiful sunny day.

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