Viva Vienna!!

Viva Vienna!!

This weekend we went to "Viva Vienna", a Memorial Day festival in Vienna. It is a great small town feel event. And my favorite part of our time there was all of the kids calling out Waverly & Oliver's names. They waved from the rides, came running over with their families and wanted to say hello. It was especially fun for Matt, since he doesn't get to experience their *popularity* at school. We often feel so isolated and alone, but it was refreshing to be noticed and welcomed.

Comments

Kathy said…

Waverly's smile is Beautiful! I am glad you had a fun family day.

May 28, 2013 at 2:37 PM

Kamarah said…

I love Waverly's smile too!! :)

May 28, 2013 at 9:07 PM

Joanne Huff said…

I love the thought of all the kids and families shouting out to Waverly and Oliver. That was something we gained when moving to a small town and it never ever gets old. I'm so glad you are finding that now too! Joanne

May 29, 2013 at 5:38 AM

PK said…

What a fun day! And I love that picture of Waverly - I think I would put it on my wall.

May 29, 2013 at 11:18 PM

Jennie Bee said…

I love your beautiful girl's smile. That is a fabulous picture of her! Hope you had a wonderful Memorial day!

June 2, 2013 at 10:25 PM

Jennie Bee said…

I love your beautiful girl's smile! Looks like a wonderful day in Vienna!

June 2, 2013 at 10:26 PM

Astrin Ymris said…

It's so wonderful to see Waverley smiling!

June 12, 2013 at 12:41 AM

Welcome to Holland

By Emily Perl Kingsley

I am often asked to describe the experience of raising a child with a disability - to try to help people who have not shared that unique experience to understand it, to imagine how it would feel. It's like this......When you're going to have a baby, it's like planning a fabulous vacation trip - to Italy. You buy a bunch of guide books and make your wonderful plans. The Coliseum. The Michelangelo David. The gondolas in Venice. You may learn some handy phrases in Italian. It's all very exciting.After months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. You pack your bags and off you go. Several hours later, the plane lands. The stewardess comes in and says, "Welcome to Holland.""Holland?!?" you say. "What do you mean Holland?? I signed up for Italy! I'm supposed to be in Italy. All my life I've dreamed of going to Italy."But there's been a change in the flight plan. They've landed in Holland and there you must stay.The important thing is that they haven't taken you to a horrible, disgusting, filthy place, full of pestilence, famine and disease. It's just a different place.So you must go out and buy new guide books. And you must learn a whole new language. And you will meet a whole new group of people you would never have met.It's just a different place. It's slower-paced than Italy, less flashy than Italy. But after you've been there for a while and you catch your breath, you look around.... and you begin to notice that Holland has windmills....and Holland has tulips. Holland even has Rembrandts.But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy... and they're all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. And for the rest of your life, you will say "Yes, that's where I was supposed to go. That's what I had planned."And the pain of that will never, ever, ever, ever go away... because the loss of that dream is a very very significant loss.But... if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn't get to Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things ... about Holland.