Friday, June 10, 2011

A Vintage Valentine

Revisiting this post from 2011.

This is what's on my heart today.


Their Love Story

A boy born of Italian Immigrants.  The second oldest of eleven children.

A fatherless girl living just over the bridge in Brooklyn, N.Y.   One of seven children of Italian immigrants.

He goes off to war.

They meet and court and in 1955,  marry. 


 They live in their first apartment in Jersey City, New Jersey.

Children didn't bless the couple until 9 years after they married.  After many sorrows, tears and prayers, a daughter is born.

Four years later a son is born.

Life goes on for the simple family.   Of simple means and education but rich in love, they did the best they were equipped to do for their little family.

The Lord calls home the wife in 1987 after 32 years of marriage.

He loves her until the day he dies in 2004.

The couple?  My parents.

Beautiful, loving, family oriented people who would never win any awards, make the cover of a magazine or be a headline on the news. 

Two people who loved the Lord and their family more than anything in the world.

Two people who made me who I am today.

I can no longer remember the sound of their voices.

I sometimes forget what her personality was like.

I miss being loved unconditionally and being "Daddy's girl".

I sometimes feel their presence and can see them in my daughter's eyes.

The circle of life.

Two souls who carry on in the hearts of those that loved them.

~Roselle

Saturday, May 8, 2010

In My Daughter's Eyes...

I am doubly blessed with two sweet angels for daughters.
I fell in love with the name Megan when I was twelve years old. Being from a 100 % Italian family and surrounded by them, up until that point in my life, I had never heard the name. To my little ears it sounded exotic. LOL It has since become very popular but back then (in my small world) it was rare. Almost 14 years ago we were blessed with our dark haired beauty Megan. She is truly an old soul. She has an aura of kindness about her that I have seen first hand attracting babies, children and animals. We call her the "animal whisperer". So funny, a hard working student and a talented ballerina and tapper too! She is that and so much more and there aren't enough words to describe what she means to me.
Almost 5 years later, we were blessed with our sweet Mallory Rose. Her name means "beautiful" in French and it fits her inside and out. She is a quiet, reflective and very artistic child. Always writing a story, poem or drawing. The child rarely doesn't have paper and pen in her hand. She also loves to dance and is so happy in her Hip Hop classes. Her sweet kisses and hugs warm my soul.

I love Martina McBride's song "In My Daughter's Eyes" and this last line describes what I feel for my babies:

"In my daughter's eyes, I can see the future
A reflection of who I am and what will be
Though she'll grow and someday leave
Maybe raise a family
When I'm gone I hope you see how happy she made me
For I'll be there in my daughter's eyes..." Martina McBride
Have a beauteous weekend and Mother's Day. Treasure your mother and if she is gone before you, remember her fondly. For all those mother's out there...remember you are loved and doing the hardest job on the planet.
Peace,
Roselle

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