Saturday, November 2, 2013
Ian says, "I'm thankful for friends." (and then added "Can I go play with friends Right Now?")
Landon says, "I'm thankful for being nice." Then clarified, "I'm thankful for me being nice." (Me too kid.)
Charlie doesn't talk but he is thankful he gets Daddy and Grandpa time today building our wood shed.
I'm thankful for a husband and father in law who work hard in all aspects of life.
I'm thankful for resources and generosity of others that allow us to have what we need and live within our means. (Our wood shed when finished should hold 6 cords of wood and we'll have it all built for under $250 *hopefully* and there's a cool story about the shed that will be another post.)
Gratitude can change the tide of a day and give us peace when before there was turmoil and unrest. Thank goodness for social media platforms that remind us to be grateful.
Friday, November 1, 2013
I'm blogging today and that's good too.
It's not fun stuff today because I'm going to take a minute (or 5) and stand on my blogbox. (Like a soapbox only on the internet.) I will eventually get pictures of all the fun halloweeney stuff, but today I have an issue.
You see, last night at a Halloween party I overheard one woman asking another woman a very deep and personal question. The fact that I could overhear it should suggest that perhaps it was an inappropriate place. I mean, we were all sitting there. Now this person is family to the woman she was speaking to but that doesn't actually make her question appropriate.
She asked, "Did you get the wish of your heart?" Everyone knew what she was hinting at because of the
Wow. Can. of. worms.
(I will fully admit that I wasn't brave enough to speak up about it in that moment- but I have my own reasons that're nunya. And I'm speaking about it now because it's BUGGING ME.)
What a totally personal question to ask! I mean think about it for a minute: there's biology involved, perhaps the timing isn't right, perhaps the ph balance is off, perhaps one or both partners is infertile. There's emotions involved, perhaps she longs to be pregnant and shared her longing and her sadness that she wasn't and hope that soon she would be (in a previous conversation where the family member learned about her "wish of her heart") in an attempt to be real and vulnerable, not an attempt at a popular status update or fodder for future party conversations. There are relationships involved, namely between the woman and her husband. Maybe there are issues and they're not having sex (back to biology here). Maybe they're stressed out and it's messing with their chemistry (again, biology or chemistry or sciency stuff). Maybe she wants a baby but her husband doesn't, or vice versa. Maybe she longs for one physically but can't figure it out financially and is thus holding off. Maybe she worries about her health and has crazy bad morning sickness for 9 months and is hoping to have a newborn even with all the sacrifice it means. Maybe she's had miscarriages before and is scared. Maybe she was pregnant last week and miscarried but isn't ready to shout from the rooftops her pain. Maybe she started her period that morning and her hopes were once again dashed.
And maybe the questioning woman was feeling awkward and didn't have much to go off of and so she brought up the one nugget of information so she felt included. Maybe she is naive and didn't think it would hurt her feelings. Maybe she felt like because they are family its ok? (Family trees do not make you inherently privy to details in another's life. That's a soapbox for another day.) Maybe there's a whole can of worms that she didn't mean to get into, she just needed something to say.
Whatever the case was, my heart hurt for the woman being asked such a private question in such a public setting.
So let's all take a moment to think before we speak. And on the occasions that our mouths vomit questions before we realized the damage, let us be willing to own our mistakes and say I'm sorry.
I'll step down now. You can get back to your Facebook overload of cute costumes and sugar comas.
27 days until my birthday if you want to send me a present :)
Friday, October 4, 2013
Funk Soul Brotha
Check it out now, Funk Soul Brotha:
I'm hoping that hot pockets and microwave Cheese Wheels (macNcheese wheels) counts for a meal because that's what we had for lunch. Don't judge. It was a major decision between that and something someone else cooked (aka fast food) that costs a lot more.
Currently I am writing from a fairly swirly allergy med haze.
Wish I could truly enjoy it. But I have to be psudo responsible until further notice. Or when Sean gets home. Whichever comes first. "Sponsibility" sure is a buzz kill though.
It's a good thing days like today don't come around too often or I'd be 600 lbs with BBQ sauce dripping from my chin. And one of my sons would be named Gilbert. And they'd have to burn the house when I die. (Spoiler. Sorry. I wasn't myself.)
Boychild the first is walking home.
It's cold outside with a lovely, icy north wind a blowin'. Knocked over our trashcans (which some dog enjoyed throwing about the contents on our lawn). Goodthing Firstborn has his big ol' coat. No snow here. I'm trying not to be grateful because we NEED the water, but I'm not ready for snow just yet.
The "ugly" wall is now simple, naked beams. Don't have a picture. They're on Sean's phone sorry. What a mess that was. Next time we start a home improvement/demolition job the first order of business is to look at the clock. If it is after noon we'll save it for another day. We started cleaning up the mess (of plaster and lath and DUST EVERYWHERE) around midnight and called it quits at 2 A.M. (Saturday/Sunday) I'm still finding things that we forgot (or didn't get to) wipe down.
Ok. The urge to nap is winning. Catch ya on the flipside. And go play the video one more time. It's a good one.
Tuesday, September 24, 2013
Tuesday, September 17, 2013
Here are a few of my recent projects around the house. Please excuse the giant hole in the kitchen wall. It's on the list.
I'm not sure what order they will be in: this phone posts faster than our poor computer. Fruit basket. Heavy duty. Now in red. Pots and pans. Black upgrade from in laws (thanks again!). Like to hang around. Mantle pictures. Need to be hung on the wall. Wall-O-pictures. Added to. Still awaiting the ones on the mantle. Little projects. (not pictured are as follows) We now have a working dryer. We were waiting on a breaker. Breaker is in. No one got electrocuted. Win. One more sheet of drywall on the South wall. Master bedroom green accent wall. Trees trimmed. Fort built from said tree limbs. Two loads of wood cut and hauled. Two to go. Lots of work, but there has been some progress. Just no pictures till now.enjoy.
Monday, September 16, 2013
When I went out to check the mail I found this note on our door. It was a nice reminder that we are doing good things. I don't know who left the note because they didn't sign it but it sure brightened my day.Thanks neighbor.
Wednesday, September 11, 2013
Tuesday, September 10, 2013
Maybe it's our fault for nicknaming him Menace. But it seemed to fit and he's grown even more into it now. Don't get me wrong here, I love my kid. DEARLY. And the thought that he is likely the last baby in our house saddens my heart so I try to hold on to the little bit of babyhood/toddlerhood before full blown boyhood. He's so sweet. Always wanting to give hugs and kisses and ugga-muggas. He loves to play with the trains (when his brothers let him). Loves to read (which warms my heart). Loves to snuggle. *sigh* I know it won't last.
But I'm not so sure I'm going to survive this phase. I hope it's a phase. I hope we have language soon, perhaps something more than Charlie No! I'm pretty sure when he goes to write his name in Kindergarten he's going to tell his teacher his name is Charlieno.
That is, IF we make it to 5. I know it's a blink of an eye. "The days are long but the years are short." No kidding.
Till then- please forgive me if you hear "Charlieno" instead of "Hello?" when I answer the phone.
Monday, August 26, 2013
I would probably get sick of these things if it was all consuming.
Right now- they sounds heavenly.
Instead I get talk of
Spy Stuff (excuse to use guns).
I need some frilly estrogen. All this testosterone is killing me.
Even the neighbor boys come over and that's the first thing everyone talks about.
I love every single one of my boys.
But THIS girl can only handle so much. And that much was about 2 days ago.
I'm longing for a getaway. No way we could arrange one of those spur of the moment trips- eh Missionary Sistergirl and Mom? Dang. Thanks anyway- I think I'll go get some bubble bath, earplugs and a good book. Perhaps tomorrow I'll drop in on a friend or two.
Real life discussion just now as I'm formatting to post this:
Son1: Mom, can we play inside?
Neighbor: With guns? (I previously took all the toy guns and told them they couldn't play with them today.)
Me: Nope. Find something else to play with.
Neighbor (as the kids all mope into the boys' room): Like what...?
(Luckily Ian did quickly come up with a whole list of things other than guns to play with.)
I'm sure they'll just make guns out of Duplos now but whatever. Sean should be home any minute now and then I'm out to go get bubble bath.
Monday, August 19, 2013
Friday, August 2, 2013
It's been almost two years. I still think about you all the time. I did before you died too, just didn't call as often as I should have. I'm sorry. I'm trying to learn from that. I see pictures that Mom posts of the cosmos and my thoughts turn to you. Gazing up at things bigger than we can comprehend and the wonder of it all. I think you you every time I see the vast amount of stars in our clean, clear, thin air. It still surprises me. You'd love it here. The sky at least.
We just got a chalkboard from my father in law and put it up in our dining room. It reminds me of the happy hours drawing on the chalkboard on your porch and you and grandma doling out the chalk one piece at a time so they didn't all make it through the cracks in 2 minutes. I hope my kids will have those kind of memories.
I think of you every time I see my little Charlie Curtis. He's almost two now. He just woke up from his morning nap and is now dragging his blankie and elephant to see what his brothers are up to. It breaks my heart that you don't get to be here to see this. I know you're here with us in spirit, but it's not quite the same. Ian is almost 6 and mastering riding a two wheeler. He'll be starting first grade in a few weeks and hopes to be good enough that we can ride bikes to school. He has his first loose tooth but I think it'll be a few more weeks until it really falls out. Landon is quite the artist. He draws very detailed and meticulous drawings. They are all such sweet little boys. (They do know how to throw a tantrum with the rest of them but overall their sweetness wins out.)
Sean is reading Treasure Island with them before bed. They soak it in. Ask questions. Sometimes I'll read them the Pokey Little Puppy. They love that naughty little puppy.
We have lots of little (and big) home improvements and they make me think of you. All that the things you made with your hands. I'm glad I can look up at night and think of you.
Wednesday, July 31, 2013
Monday, July 29, 2013
These are just some things i was thinking about today. The future. Dreams. Goals. Things I'd like to do. Someday. And yes i know all about planning and wishing and how I'd i don't move forward they won't happen. A list is a good place to start though.
My own little second hand store. I'd love for it to work in conjunction with the family support center or women's shelter. Something bigger than just me. There is one in Logan Utah called Somebody's Attic and I love it. It makes me want to take business classes. Weird.
I'd love to learn how to play the piano. Which means I'll need to acquire a piano someday. I think it will go perfectly where the computer is right now. It may be 10 years from now before i can really start on that one because of time and money, but I'm not the only one to do things later in life. Julia Child anyone? (no I'm not looking to be a musical Julia Child.) I may never be great but just plunking out a tune with both hands would be pretty cool.
Europe. Germany. England. Scotland. Ireland. Italy. Switzerland. One or all would be great. Germany first though. I do also long to see ancestral homelands. Isle of man. The area formerly known as Prussia. And more I'm sure. Maybe some genealogy is in order to do a big trip like that.
That with raising my sons to be good people and kicking my husband's butt at the shooting range (which can only be done with a handgun and happened on Wednesday) should be more than enough to keep me super busy for the next 30 years.
Tuesday, July 23, 2013
We had a marvelous vacation to California where we spent almost as much time in the car as not. My kids aren't really letting that one go anytime soon. New cousins to play with. Great memories made. I'll write more another day. But for now it is enough to know that I am immensely grateful for my family, the one we made and the ones we come from. They're pretty great people.
My baby sister is getting ready to go on a Mission. Lots of excitement there! I'm loading up on stamps so I can send snail mail. I'm sure I'll look forward to whatever day is email day like when little brother was in Germany on his Mission. But snail mail still has trump power. So be ready seester.
First born headed to ALL DAY first grade this year. The bottom of the totem pole (because kindergartners are basically segregated from the rest of the school)- the real beginning of mommy growing up. ALL DAY. I'm nervous. WAAAAAY more nervous than I was sending him to 3 hour kindergarten last year. Gone all day. For 6 years that's all I've done is be his mommy all day. Last year we had a mild separation with 3 hours for kindergarten. That was just enough time to get maybe one errand done. Then it would be time to meet him and make lunch and the rest of our day. But now- I won't see him until 2:50 every day. And I have to pack a lunch for him. I dread packing a lunch. Hopefully I can find a way to make it less painful for both of us. The worry (despite how useful it is) is starting to build.
Second born will be in preschool again this year. Afternoon this time. We're all looking forward to it- not because we're needing the break (as desperately as sometimes) but because he truly enjoys it. I'm glad my kids like school (in whatever form). I hope that sticks.
Wee #3 is living up to his nickname, Menace. He's almost 2 going on 12. Moody and FIERCELY independent. He wants to do everything HIMSELF! Buckle things, open water bottles, dress, color, everything. It's exciting to see this step and frustrating for both of us.
Food in our house either disappears in seconds (if they like it) or sits in the fridge until Mommy or Daddy eats it for lunch. Ian is on a growth spurt. Landon just wants to play, not eat, which is weird for him. And "Chuck" grazes whenever he can. Which is yet another great motivation to get out of debt. There's no way we can afford to feed them as teenagers unless we free up cash. We're doing well on that front. One step at a time. One student loan gone. A few more and a credit card to go (credit card is next). We can do this.
I forgot to update on Sean and me. This weekend Sean hits the big THREE-OH. I'm kind of excited. I think 30 is a cool milestone (and I might be the only one). It's right in the thick of living. The midst of crazy. (though 40 will be when the kids are in middle/high school and even more insane). But other than the clock moving forward, as it always does, he's crazy busy at work. They're down a guy and the 3 left are working to pick up the slack until someone else can get hired. Which means he works from 7-5:30 every day. (It was more like 6pm yesterday). There are weekends already scheduled. Now on my end- it's not much different because he'd leave at 7 and get home at 5:30 but had a 45 minute commute both ways. Now those extra 90 minutes are spent working here in town. We do get to see him for lunch which is nice. And then on call 24/7. So grateful he has a good job that he enjoys. These times are just hard on everyone when you're understaffed. So he's a little more stressed and worn out when he comes home.
I'm working working working. I'm itching to do some painting before the nasty weather sets in. We're getting the front trees trimmed in about a month and I'm excited. It will help with my stress that these trees have been neglected- I don't want them dropping limbs on our house or cars. Now we have to address the ants. We have ants EVERYWHERE and come to find out- if they're nesting in the tree roots they can kill the tree. Which is likely that they are nesting there. It's always a battle. Our garden is very lush and green but I don't think I pruned it enough because we don't have a lot of veggies. Some. Just not a lot. But most of it is still alive and I call that a win! I got a new sewing table. It is HUGE and perfect for all sorts of crafts. I think it needs some personal touches (read paint and modpodge) and soon. Our house is coming together. Slowly. But it is. And that is very satisfying.
So there you have it.
Not so quick.
Not so little.
But an update.
Catch ya on the flip side.
PS- why can't netflix get Fresh Prince of Bel Air on streaming?? I'd like to see some more of THAT and less of Family Guy or whatever.
Tuesday, July 2, 2013
You know what bugs me.
The idea that because someone belongs to the same church I do, they are somehow better than someone else. (Please forgive me if I've ever done this.)
See, because here's the thing: WE ARE ALL HUMANS. We all occupy the same Earth and breath the same air and while we may have different individual goals I think innately we are all striving for the same thing, live, learn, grow, and hopefully leave the world a little better than we found it. (Terrorists and rapists are not exactly in the same realm- but that's a topic for another day. For now we're going with my idea- however Pollyanna it may be.)
Recent tragedy struck a team of elite firefighters. 19 of 20 of the crew died when winds increased and things just got out of control (like we can control fire! but they were trying to trench it and stop it from going that direction...) The one that survived only did so because he was moving the truck at the time. Talk about weight to carry. Survivor's guilt. It wasn't his fault by any means- but the thought that I am left and all my comrades are gone. Ugh. Gut punch to think about it. NINETEEN. 19 families affected. 19 GROUPS of friends, acquaintences. It is exponential. There are not only 19 people affected by this tragedy.
And yet my reason for ranting.
On Facebook this morning I saw a post of a friend of mine (and yes I would say we are actually friends in real life not just in Facebookland) who posted an article from Deseret News (again a whole other post-Deseret News) that ONE of the 19 was LDS (Mormon) and that she was sad for the children he left behind.
I understand wanting details. I understand wanting to connect so the grief we feel has reason. I understand that the loss for his family is insurmountable. The pain and grief and loss are deep.
But I was totally turned off at the attitude that left 18 families unaccounted for. That said HE was worth mentioning because of his religion. You want to see the names and faces of those who died? HERE. There are families and friends and communities aching. FOR EACH ONE. Not just the Mormon guy. For the kid that followed in his Fire Chief Dad's footsteps. The guy that was going to be his best friend's best man at his upcoming wedding. Try to watch this video clip. Honor them for just a moment.
Because there were NINETEEN. And EACH one deserves a moment of respect.
So there's my rant.
It just hit me sideways the way some things do.
Thank you to ALL the firefighters who are working to keep others safe. Whether it is your summer job while in college, life time chosen career path, your first season, or your 23rd. Thank you.
Friday, June 28, 2013
- Energon\Arc Reactor: No other way she has the energy to keep up with all she does.
- Super Strength: Used to wrangle three boys, as well as to carry wet laundry and haul boxes (including unpacking and organizing the contents).
- Super Intelligence: Comes up with ways to keep boys from being “bored.” Also comes up with schemes to help them do chores, take naps (I mean “quite time).
- Super Creativity: Related to the Super Intelligence, but also used to scheme up all kinds of other things, zoo shirts being just one of many.
- Super Vision: She somehow can see through walls and know when the boys are up to no good.
- Super Hearing: She knows when they are not napping (or having quite time), even when she is attempting to do the same.
- Super Smelling: No this is not super stinking, that would be different all together. This helps to locate poopy diapers, dirty toilets and other such undesirables.
- Super Comforting: Very useful for bumps, scrapes, and other boo-boos and makes it where nobody else's non-Super Comforting is near enough. Also useful for relieving stress in significant others.
- Super Snuggling: This helps with previously mentioned super power.
- Super Frugality: Allows us to live off limited budgets, in order to accomplish other mutual goals.
- Super Sexiness: I'll leave this one blank. Oh wait, I typed something, so I guess it isn't blank.
- Super Fun: Makes this super hero enjoyable to be around, and makes me look forward to the future.
Thursday, June 27, 2013
...and now the 10th but the 9th will always be the one that got me hooked.) Are there other Whovians out there who feel similar? Do I just need to give it more time?
Monday, June 24, 2013
Thursday, June 13, 2013
Monday, June 10, 2013
Fun fun fun!
I spy with my little eye something RED!
And check out the sweet shades my sister sent me (PS I don't always wear these but needed something today and thought why not? I got a lot of looks but nobody dared to say anything. I love them. Not the red ones I found in a drag Queen store but that's a story for another day. And hot pink is so the next best thing! Thanks Christie!)
Friday, May 31, 2013
I think my hubby is wishing he had sunglasses.
Wednesday, May 29, 2013
For the family reunion this year it looks like we'll be taking our monkeys to see the kids at the zoo. In honor of that (and to give us all a project-summer vacation anyone?) we're making animal shirts using mostly stuff we have on hand. (i say mostly because i had to buy freezer paper and i didn't have black paint already, but I'm sure they will come in handy door future projects as well). Ian used to say the peacocks said "ah! Ah! LOUD!" He requested a peacock tie dye shirt 3 years ago. I've spruced it up for Chollie Tortise this year. More projects to come.
Thursday, May 2, 2013
-do a few more loads (if the sock situation has not remedied by just doing whites)
-make rice krispy treats
-fix baby tux
-enjoy that tomorrow is roadtrip day
Thank goodness I took some Excedrin this morning to ward off the headache. I feel much better now.
Hope we have no meltdowns this afternoon.
I'd be farther down my list but I stopped to visit some friends who were passing through town on their way to a new adventure. So glad I did. I love good friends.
May today be productive and tomorrow be fun.
Wednesday, May 1, 2013
Our house has exploded. The walls are still here but the inside needs a good purging to get better. We got all of our stuff out of storage the other day. A swift reminder that we (by which I point the finger mostly at myself) have yet again over indulged and have WAY TOO MUCH stuff. Things. Time. Energy. Space. Money. Wasted. And now all of that stuff is clogging my brain and spirit and it just NEEDS TO GO. Which it will (Cue yard sale next weekend). But for the next two weeks we will be wallowing through the mire of bad choices and over spending. So getting ready for an quick overnight trip to SLC is putting me on shutdown. I can't find socks. Heaven knows I have washed and dried and even folded (some) socks. Lots of them. ("Some" referring to the number folded, "Lots" being the sheer quantity of socks washed and dried by this person. Just to clear that up.) But they are hiding. Somewhere. And this tired Mama who stupidly took allergy meds this morning to keep from sneezing 5 bajillion times a day is now regretting THAT choice because I can't find the socks. The wee one wants to snuggle to sleep but he wants to do it on my face. He gets that from me. I have to toss and turn 50 times or so before I'm perfect and can sleep ala Sid. Knowing where he gets it doesn't help the face that we both need a nap. So instead we'll go for a short drive. (Don't worry Mom, I said SHORT drive. And the worst of the allergy med side effect drowsiness is over. Which means my nose is tickley now too.) Look at some elk. And maybe the socks will have come out of hiding.
Please be ready to go when Friday spontaneously shows up.
The gas pedal is the long skinny one. Or so I've heard. Drive safely but get here ASAP.
A Mom looking forward to a roadtrip
Dear Missing Socks,
Joke is over. You win.
We'll all embrace SANDALS
Monday, April 29, 2013
...Peanut Butter and Jelly.
...Fries and a Frosty.
...Bert and Ernie.
...Airplanes and tutus.
Did that last one throw you off? Sorry. Life of an almost 4 year old deems that airplanes and tutus do in fact belong together. So much so that he freaks out if is airplane is missing its tutu. It all began rather innocently. We're trying to teach the kids about money by giving them an allowance. They pay a %10 tithe and then the rest they can spend how they choose (though Mommy tries to talk them out of buying goodies with them because Mommy already buys/makes too many goodies as it is). So what do they set their hearts on? Toys of course. Because they don't have too many of those yet.... We were at our "local" (local being the next town over) secondhand store a few weeks ago and the boys were insistent that they NEEDED to spend their allowance. So I let them. They fought over who got the train. Ian did because he really did see it and claim it first. Then Landon was left to choose something ELSE. And he found a stuffed airplane. He loves it and now sleeps with it.
Fast forward to a little over a week ago. I ordered some tulle for my sister in law's wedding this summer. I offered to make outfits for the nieces and nephews if she desired and she found what she wanted me to make. For the little girls she requested something akin to THIS . So I set out on a rather large and daunting task. I've never made a tutu before. Or a tutu dress. I ordered the tulle from Etsy.com. (I love Etsy.com) And then it came in the mail. Mail days are like Christmas. CRAFTY mail days are especially awesome. Whip out the tulle. Check my supplies for elastic. Dang. One piece left about 10 or 12 inches. Not enough to make a mockup. But enough for a bear tutu. Red and white with yellow ribbon around the top. (A picture here would be lovely wouldn't it? The problem with upgrading to a sleeker smaller camera is that I often can't find it.) Ian graciously let me put it on Teddy (his beloved bear) and I even added a bow to his ear. Very chic. Very cute. When Teddy is dressed up in his tutu ensemble he is to be called "Cutie" not Teddy. I was informed. In walks little brother. Green with envy. HIS bear did not have a tutu. Well Teddy was done with the tutu after a day or so. Remember the allowance money stuffed airplane? It now proudly wears the tutu and is no longer complete with out it. At least the airplane is ok with still being called Airplane.
Funny things Landon says (who will be 4 in just under 4 weeks, oh my!):
"I'm taking my Turkey and my Airplane to bed with me." (and now you can envision the WHOLE picture- complete with tutu.
"Three for Partycakes." What's partycakes? I don't know but apparently three of us are waiting for them.
"We don't have Mop." Meaning he wants to mop. Why? Why not?
(those last two were just while I was typing).
And to those of you still reading: I leave you with a treat, a la Blackmail:
Tuesday, April 23, 2013
|The handprints are butterflies...sorta.|
Thursday, April 11, 2013
Then I found this blog. And I feel much better.
Laughed so hard I cried.
My kids looked at me like I'd lost it.
Maybe I had.
Just a little.
If you're a mom- please take a minute. Your sanity is worth it.
Wednesday, April 10, 2013
Friday, April 5, 2013
My sister in law and her husband lost their nephew this week to an accident. A baby left in a draining tub for a few minutes. He was 3 months younger than Charlie. My sweet little Charlie. Their sweet little Kayj (pronounced Cage). So much hurt. Pain. Longing. Loss. Hope. Hope to see him again. To hug him again. To see his smile light up a room.
I know there is life after death. That we go on. That our spirits commune with others. That we are not alone. I have always known this. It speaks truth deep down to my soul. And that gives me hope. Purpose. Direction. I believe God puts us on Earth to learn a few things. Mostly love. And sometimes with that love comes pain. Sometimes unbelievable pain. When we are swallowed up in sorrow we are surrounded by love. Which is odd when you feel so incredibly alone. Love of perfect strangers who hear your story and connect. Love of community members who mourn when you mourn. Love of family who ache with loss. Love of a Father in Heaven who hears our pleas in a bathroom. To ease the burden. To send love and comfort.
I firmly believe that LOVE TRUMPS ALL. Even in pain and loss and suffering. As a high school sophomore I remember hearing about all the problems around the world and how simple it seemed that they could all be solved with love. And yet, I'm not cynical enough to discount that solution yet. Life is complicated. It's true. And Love? Love is powerful.
Hold those you love a little closer and be quick to forgive. We never know how much time we have with those we love. We might as well spend the time well. Spend the time loving each other. Dishes can wait. Laundry will be there.
Love to you all.
If you're at all interested in sending love to a family who could use it here is a little more info (courtesy of Facebook):
As many of you know, Tye and Laici Shumway lost their little boy Kayj last night in a tragic accident at their home. The Shumway's are fairly new to the Vernal area, having moved from Blanding, but in the short time they've been in our neighborhood, they have been such a blessing and we consider them dear friends. We can't imagine their heartache in letting Kayj return to his Heavenly Father. We feel lucky to have had the opportunity to know Kayj for a short time. He brought so much joy with his sweetness and stunningly handsome little face.
Unfortunately, the loss of Kayj is not the only thing the Shumway's are dealing with right now as Tye was laid off only a few days ago. That's why we have set up a Paypal account to assist the Shumway's with the expenses they are facing. If you would like to donate, please 1) go to paypal.com, 2) log in (or create an account to log in), 3) click on "Transfer", 4) click on "Send someone money", 5) enter "email@example.com" as the recipient, with your email as the sender, along with the amount you would like to donate. If you do not have a Paypal account, and do not wish to create one, we would be happy to arrange other means for you to assist.
If you'd like to help but don't want to do the paypal account- send me a comment with your email. No one sees the comments until I approve them and I'll keep things confidential.
Again, give someone a hug today. Spread love.
Monday, March 4, 2013
Children who still want me to hold them and read with them and enjoy life with them. We had some "Mommy time" in the last weeks spent painting and creating and enjoying. It was lovely.
My baby who is still ok with being called my baby, despite his intense need for independence.
A dear sweetheart who spontaneously tells me often that I'm wonderful.
Music: singing with the church choir speaks so deeply to me and I am grateful for our great director who gives countless hours and challenges us with music that is amazing and difficult.
Color: to be blind would be an awful loss in my mind.
A month that brings family and celebrations of milestones.
When I was having a difficult time with homesickness working 2000 miles from home, a dear friend told me to count my blessings, find 3 things every day to be grateful for. So here are 6 for a Monday that I wish all of the laundry was magically folded and put away and a cold Dr. Pepper in hand and green grass to lay out on in the lovely sunshine. As it is I'll take what I can get: A cold water bottle, a pile of laundry and Netflix (Psych!) And sleeping kids for about 10 more minutes.