Thursday, June 3, 2010


She was a sweet girl.
She would walk barefoot in the dirt, then wash her hands as her mama called her in for supper.
She loved to catch lightning bugs, and loved babies.
She and her sister would make Barbie houses out of old video tapes and play for hours.
She called her little brother her baby boy, just as if he were her child.
Her American Dolls slept with her every night, had a reserved seat at the dinner table, and were showered with kisses and baby powder.
She had a five star restaurant in her back yard where she sold countless meals to her siblings through the window of her playhouse.
She would swing in the backyard before dance class, careful not to rip her pink tights.
She loved to read, and Nancy Drew was always on her bedside table.
The Dixie Chicks were her favorite band; following closely behind was Shania Twain.
Hopping on the four-wheeler with her grandaddy and riding around the farm made her feel very special.
She loved to dance, and always wished her hair was long enough to put in a proper "ballet bun."
She could spend hours in the pool, until her little fingers and toes resembled raisins.
She was very sensitive, her feelings were hurt easily.
While watching PG-13 movies with her grandparents and eating butter popcorn and chocolate milkshakes, she felt like a grown-up.
Red was her favorite color.
She loved college football games, even though she would be very upset when the poor referees were "booed" by the crowd.
She was determined to read the whole Bible through in a few weeks, and very disappointed in herself when that deadline was not nearly met.
Being with her family was the best thing in the world.
She loved to sing, and believed she was the next Britney Spears. Her parents were glad when that dream never came true..
She watched every episode of Full House at least twenty times each, and countless freckles resided on her cheeks.
She grew up slow, and would cry when she thought time was moving too fast.

The sweet girl now waits... for that blink-of-an-eye moment when it will all be gone. Her childhood-



  1. This is so sweet and heartfelt.
    I love that she grew up slow.
    The picture is perfect - a child fully blooming into adulthood.

  2. Wow what a great post. A childhood is a fleeting thing. I keep telling my daughter the same thing, don't wish for it to be over - just enjoy it while its last. God Bless Suzy - have a great weekend. By the way - I love the flower :)

  3. This made me feel a bit weepy. It's all over so quickly. Too quickly.

  4. it is over so quickly... in the blink of an eye, innocence is lost, moods swing and you're no longer their hero!
    Enjoy every day and savor every moment.

  5. you are wise to recognize the passage of time and what it means ... and cherish the moment

  6. Owwwww sweetie, you've got my heart with this enjoy every second every minute of this time in your life. You've captured it so wonderful in these words spreading it's wings and fly into the world for us to read....

    I tear is rolling down my cheek, is it because of your poem?
    Or is it because if my gone childhood time?
    Thank you from the bottom of my heart for reflecting back into the days of memories dear Suzy.

    Warmest hugs ever Dagmar

  7. Suz, I remember almost every one of these.. I was either right beside you or somewhere in the house. Your Dixie Chicks and Shania Twain phase effected me, too.. I had one. Oh, those were the good days :)

  8. Wow, this was great! I loved the photo and the writing. Thanks for the comment and the pictures, I love your blog!! :) xoxo

  9. Joel- I miss them so much! My "little brother" :)
    And you were involved in a lot of these memories!

  10. I posted the photos that you sent me on my blog! :) xoxo

  11. memories are ever so important in life..the day to day ones even more so....


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