September 7, 2012
This weekend we were honored to celebrate my in-laws, Mama Eva & Papa Cuco, and their 50 years of marriage. Everything was beautiful. Family came from all around, the sun was setting and the family was talking and laughing and catching up… the kids would run through like a swarm of bees, the food was being prepared and in a regal procession entered the mariachis. To me nothing says festive like mariachis. It is literally music to my ears. I chose to have them play at my wedding, and every time I hear them I remember the day we said our vows. In Omar’s family, having a mariachi band come and serenade is a very special thing, marking all of the memorable and festive events. This was definitely one of those times. The next day I was talking with Eva about the party, and I asked her what her favorite part was. She said that at one point all of the kids and their kids were dancing and laughing together, and her brother leaned over and said, “can you believe this is all yours?”… and she felt so much love and gratitude in her heart for that one day that was the representation of the last 50 years. 5o years of the greatest joys and hardest times that our generation will never know. 50 years of rearing children, because really, it is a job that is never done. 50 years of hard, back-breaking work. 50 years of dedication.
Love is festive, celebrating those we love.
And in true Guzman fashion, any reason is a great reason to party!
August 2, 2012
It is fluid… moving and rolling and filling up the empty places. Liquid is surprisingly powerful. It has the power to go into areas nothing else can touch. Love, like water will wear down every hard place in its path… expanding the shoreline… corroding the rocky barriers. Love, like water is a raw element that we cannot live without. Love, like water that isn’t moving or being replenished can become stale and toxic and evaporate. Loving others and being loved in return is important. It isn’t always easy to love others, especially when they hurt us with their hard, sharp edges. But make no mistake that it is this liquid power of love that will soften those edges in time, and wear down the barriers. Love is liquid… changing shape but not its pure elemental form. It is the turbulence beneath the surface that creates the waves, but that is when love is able to show its strength. Knowing how to show our love, especially in the hard times is where the transformation takes place, in others and especially in ourselves. After all, a smooth sea never made a skilled sailor:)
July 22, 2012
It’s the little things that pull at my hearts strings… Crazy week, busy chore-filled week, antsy kids, no beach, triple digit heat and yet the house overflows with the sounds of laughter… We manage to make it fun no matter what. (the kids do at least… I go along for the ride.) Loving them is so fun, and loving people in general makes my heart happy.
July 13, 2012
I’m always amazed at the power of the ocean… One good wave will erase every trace of a sandcastle that took hours to build. Every time the wave recedes it leaves a clean slate. A blank page. True love has that power too… the power to forgive in time. Like the surf it swallows up the memories and leaves a clean slate to start fresh. A place to rebuild and make a new set of footprints. Love is forgiving. Im thankful for that because none of us is perfect, and we are all in need of powerful grace from time to time.
Above all, keep fervent in your love for one another, because love covers a multitude of sins.
~1 Peter 4:8
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July 10, 2012
It’s a climb, you can be sure. An adventurous, scenic, sweaty, ball-busting workout. Sometimes the pace is easy and at others it’s enough to put one foot in front of the other to keep going in the right direction. Every hard-earned step represents a challenge overcome, a season walked through, a new level of understanding and authority. It can be awesomely difficult to get to the top… But the views from there are priceless. Unattainable from the lower elevations, but a privilege for those who make the sacrifice. Love is a hike… Come what may, thick and thin… for better or worse. Im so grateful for this hike that never really ends… for this incredible journey with my loves.
June 30, 2012
I love to people watch… I realize it is nosy and rude, and somehow it doesn’t stop me. People fascinate me, and never as much as now… Now I have been given the responsibility over my three little people, and I have to be aware of their environment. I know that sounds like a really valid excuse to be nosy and curious and people watch. Probably! But the more I learn about love the more I see how “thoughtful” love can be, should be. It is being curious about the people around us, especially those we love and realizing the different things that make up each person. We are all so wonderfully different, and until I let that settle in my soul I would get so frustrated with people that were not like myself… or rather, I would get frustrated with myself for not being like others. My best friend asked me the other day what I was like as a little girl. I was a happy girl and an untidy one, and most of all I was a daydreamer. I remember going to the beach with my mom and brother, and wanting to lay on the blanket and watch the sand sift through my fingers. I could do that for H.O.U.R.S. I didn’t want to swim or be busy building a sand castle. I didn’t want an agenda. I wanted to daydream in a beautiful place and just take in the sights and sounds. I spent a lot of my life feeling bad about that. I would think, daydreamers don’t run companies, don’t adhere to the best schedules, don’t keep the tidiest house. It felt like one of my favorite, most life-giving things to do wasted a lot of hours. As an adult, coming to know and appreciate myself for the way God created me, I realize that those times I would “waste” daydreaming were the minutes and hours passion and artistry were being cultivated. Nowadays, I have to adhere to a schedule as best I can so my household will function and be productive, but the downtime behind my lens, swinging on the porch or working in the garden revives the toll that takes. All this to say, that I have people in my life that understand me for who I am. My parents. My BFF. My husband (poor guy). And I am grateful for their understanding. It allows me to look at others, and especially my kids and try to love them in an understanding way. To spend time watching them and thinking through why they do what they do. I want to help them become the fullness of what God has created them to be, not force them into a mold I feel they fit. I know for the little cowboy above, his brain could be an intricate machine with wheels and pulleys and cranks and gadgets, always working and thinking and figuring out how things work. His heart is like the softest, most cuddliest animal, so lovable and so tender. He is sturdy in stature and stubborn like steel. I know he needs time to wake up in the morning, and I have learned not to smother him right away. I look forward to how all of him will work together in the future, with his passions that are just starting to stand out. They are all three so incredibly individual, and require a different approach to love and life. Love is thoughtful. It is loving others and loving ourselves for the way we were created. Love is people watching… being curious… understanding and appreciating the differences.
June 22, 2012
Your eyes are not deceiving you, there is no part of this photo that is in focus. I decided to use it anyway, because it spoke to my heart… the part that can’t help but see these cousins together and remember another time in my life- I was young and we were happy and sunny and carefree. A time when my cousins were my posse and there were no rules on who you had to be or how old you had to be to belong. There was so much love and acceptance there, and still is though we all lead our separate lives. I am so glad for my little men that they have their own cousin club, spanning a decade of ages, living three hours apart in all directions, but cohesive still and immune to their differences. There is love there, and for me it is like an old happy snapshot of the past, living itself out again in the present.
June 14, 2012
There are no hard and fast rules with love. We can try to put boundaries on love, saying we can only love someone so much… but true love defies boundaries. Love is easy to feel and give in the good, happy times. It shows its power in the hard, hurtful times. Love is not a tidy little package given when and where we decide. Love is messy- coloring outside the lines, scribble scrabble, break the rules messy… and it is in those times where we, like love, develop our strength & devotion & character. None of us deserves to be loved in our mess, but we have been anyway.
This is My commandment, that you love one another, just as I have loved you.
June 1, 2012
Planting a garden in this extremely hot weather, with an over-eager toddler has required a lot of patience. These poor flowers have no idea what fate has come to them. They have been over-watered, dug up, replanted, relentlessly picked petal by pitiful petal… all the while wilting under this heat wave, and being trampled by several plastic horses. I set up a make-shift shelter for the poor plants. I lock the toddler inside, never leaving him unattended with the flowers. At night, after he is lovingly tucked in bed I go out and tend to the plants, making sure to do what I can to help them make it through to the next day. Love is kind of like that. It tends to take a beating. Some days are harder than others, and the nurture it requires differs according to the circumstances. We have to tend it well, often, intentionally. We have to protect our love from the elements. It takes time and patience and diligence. Love needs to be nurtured, or like the baby flowers, it will wither under the pressures and tortures of the outside. I can see these poor withered plants surviving the next several days and weeks, and responding to my careful nurture. I can see them in all their beauty, and I can see myself so proud and fulfilled by that intentional care. I hope that for my relationships and the love I give to others. I hope I take care and nurture the love in my life so others will grow into their beauty, with roots that go down deep and an ability to weather the elements.
May 31, 2012
This is your second offense this morning, and it isn’t even 8am yet. Take it easy on momma today… Maybe you don’t realize it but my to do list is long and extensive and I would rather play horsies with you than clean up the messes you make while I clean up your other messes. It is an endless cycle and I love you for that, too. You keep me on my toes! But this morning my toes need a break, and you need to realize three strikes and I’m duct taping you to the nearest tree. Capiche?
I love you with my whole heart,