Relax and Rejuvinate...

It's a hard pill to swallow when you cross the threshold of your home after spending a week at the beach.  It's not that I don't love my home...it's just...I mean... the beach!  I'm dying to take you on a journey through my reflections and pictures of the beach, and I will.  Just not now while the mess from the end-of-vacation bomb still threatens to swallow my children.  But here are a few pictures to make you jealous of my life. :)

We stayed in this lovely beach house,

Saw these beautiful sunsets,

Found awesome seashells,

And played with the sea-life...some alive...some dead.

 

You know, that nasty old puffer fish kind of has the same face I do as I sit here thinking about my laundry...

You would think...

...that having an extra adult in the house over the weekend would help keep it clean.

But...


...that's never the case.


And believe me -


- you're only seeing a portion of it.


Welcome to my Monday mornings.

Guess What?

I looked at my back door last week, and this is what I saw. (I didn't arrange this picture, either!)

I got a sunburn today...and I was uncomfortably hot in my summer attire.


These little guys are happily eating away the leaves on our apple tree.

And, I am loving this weather. I'm not sure whether to call it spring or summer...but whatever it is, it's much more welcome than the dreary last weeks of winter!

Warmth, you are most welcome in my home. :)

Don't Forget to Remember...

Dear McKenzie and Carson,

I watched you run around the park yesterday with Brigham and Eric, but instead of smiling and enjoying the afternoon, I spent the time trying to ignore the painful lump in my throat. It would not be ignored, however, and after growing steadily for a couple of hours I knew it was moments away from bursting into hundreds of tears. So, we said a quick goodbye and buckled into the car. I turned on your favorite CD to keep your attention, and then let my mind to wander and allowed a few tears to slide down my cheeks to ease a bit of the pain. Do you know - how could you possibly know - how blessed you have been to have these boys in your young life?

2005 - Brigham, Katie, Eric, and little Eric sitting on the side

Time is a funny thing. It has a way of slowly carrying pain away from our hearts, yet you can be certain that it is also slowly carrying a new kind of pain your way. And being a young, unestablished family making friends with other young, unestablished families guaranteed that the pain of separation would someday find us.

2006 - Brigham, Eric, Nicolas, McKenzie

It seems the time has come for them to talk about the next phase in their lives...a phase that could take them in to another state, and out of our every-day lives. And, though my heart is broken, I feel comfort in the memories I will carry with me. I pray you feel that comfort, too. And, if it turns out to be that we only have a few short months left, let's make the most of it.

2007 - Kenzie, Eric, Briggie

How long will you remember these days, Carson? McKenzie, can you hang on to them forever? Will you always be able to picture little Eric, decked out in his School attire, peering at you from whatever openings he can find through his thick, shaggy hair? Can you see him jerk his head to the side? Can you hear him laughing?

Two years from now, will your mind be able to see Brigham, tenderly holding a caterpillar inches away from his thick, black-rimmed glasses? Will you be able to hear his voice explaining all about Bakugans, or Legos, or his newest art creation?

You'll have to tell Miles all about his most loyal admirer, Marley, when he gets a little older. Remind him that she could sit and hold him for much longer than any 18 month old should be able to sit still. Tell him how she loved to give him his binkie, and cover him with his blanket.

Carson, will you remember that Katie was one of your first loves? Will you know how you prepared yourself before each visit to profess that love? Kenzie, will you remember that Eric nearly stopped your heart as he valiantly tried to curb your fear of Mustang? Will you remember the pride you felt for yourself when you'd courageously touch his golden fur? Two years from now, can you still smell the chicken coop and feel the burning desire to climb on in with the hens? Will Carson always wish to be the monster in your games?

2008 - Mikayla, Brigham, Josh, Eric, Nano, McKenzie, Carson, Harrison

It seems nearly impossible at this point that you could forget a family who has been so much a part of your own - yet, another thing about time is that it can rob us of even the most precious memories.

2009 - Brigham, McKenzie, Carson, Eric

Just know, my children, that you were actively loved through your young years by a most remarkable family...and that you loved them in return.

2010 - Eric, Brigham, Carson, McKenzie

C'est Moi!

(Photography assignment: Take a self portrait that tells us something about you)

Not everyone gets to wake up on the morning of their birthday to find a tick embedded in their leg.

A TICK!!!

The first time I heard about these blood sucking creatures was when I was a teenager in a camp-preparation meeting where they warned us that ticks were hiding in the bushes and trees ('so don't get too close to a bush if you're peeing on it' was their warning), and that leeches were lurking in the lake. I was terrified, and a little obsessive about checking myself for the unwanted parasites. My sister got one at camp that year...on the top of her shoulder where her hair fell. I felt sorry for her, but secretly felt glad it was her and not me.

Even when we moved to North Carolina, I've managed to escape the ticks. Our friends have had plenty, McKenzie has had two, but I have had none - - - until my birthday, that is. Right on the outside of my thigh.

Oh no. No, no, no. I thought to myself the moment I spotted it. Are you freakin' KIDDING me?

You could say that I have a slight wimpishness when it comes to killing bugs. I don't like the way it sounds, and I don't like the way it feels. When McKenzie had a tick on the back of her ear, we waited hours until Daddy came home, 'cause Mama just couldn't handle it. But here I was faced with a grim reality: I could spend my whole entire birthday with a tick in my leg, or I could grab it with a pair of tweezers and get it out, knowing full well that I would probably end up crushing the life out of it. Neither option sounded like a true winner.

In the end, I decided it would be best to get it out - so I summoned up my courage and recalled some research I had done on it last year. Some of my favorite lines from the webpage I remembered were,

"Do not be alarmed if the tick's mouthparts remain in the skin..."
(What the WHAT? I do NOT want any 'mouthparts' in my skin, thank you very much!)

"Throw the dead tick away with the household trash."

(Whew...I was hoping they'd have disposal directions...)

And then, this picture:

Well, there was a lot of muttering under my breath, 'stupid, disgusting tick, this is crappy, crappy tick'...but in the end, I was successful. I even managed to keep the mouthparts attached to the tick instead of me! I only had one freak-out moment which resulted in me dropping the tweezers with a startled yelp. Who knew that when I grabbed the tick's body, all eight of it's legs would move?! Disgustingly terrifying, if you ask me.

Thankfully, the day could only get better from there. I came out into the kitchen and was greeted by beautiful roses, a birthday banner, balloons and streamers - - - it was obvious that my sweet hubby had gotten up extra early before work.

And, it was great to pull the birthday card for an entire day. Whenever a fight broke out between the kids, all I would have to do is start singing, "Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me..." and the fighting would grudgingly stop. I learned a very important lesson that day about those kids: they do know what I want!


How long do you think it would take them to catch on if I put up balloons once a month and told them it was my birthday?

Greatness

It's okay if you pause for a moment and take in his handsomeness. :) This man is a happy-maker. Carefree, laid back, down-to-earth, honest, and 100% genuine. A fellow medical friend once said of Brian, "You know what one of the greatest things about him is? He's just Brian. You see him at church, he's Brian. You see him walking though the hospital, he's Brian. You bump into him at Kroger, he's Brian."

I'm so lucky to be married to a man who treats everyone with kindness; who doesn't hesitate to sing the wrong lyrics at the top of his lungs; who enjoys putting the kids to bed at night; who makes friends wherever he goes; who will often be found totally submerged underneath a blanket while telling a story to two giggling kids; who thinks logically and clearly through anything; and who loves me so unconditionally, I never question.

Happy 30th Birthday, love. I truly am the luckiest.

Priority Shift

It's the summer of 1998. I'm 16 years old and sandwiched between two of my favorite young women leaders in the cab of an old beat-up truck. We're on our way to girls camp and they're listening intently to me as I tell them about my boy problems. I feel safe, loved, secure, and absolutely excited to be spending a few days and nights up in the mountains of Utah with some of the best women I know.

It wasn't until about halfway through the 4-hour drive that I noticed it. Quickly doing a double-take, I confirmed my fear and felt a rush of embarrassment for my leader. She must not know... I figure. Oh, how embarrassing.

Hair. Blond hair, half an inch long and sticking straight out from her bare knee. It looked as if she hadn't shaved in 5 whole days! And, she was wearing shorts! I vowed to not let it affect our conversation and silently imagined her terror once she figured it out.

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It's March 2010. I've had a busy day. I made all the beds, tidied all the rooms, read a sparkly firefly book to my baby, showered, finished washing the dishes, vacuumed my floors, did the laundry, played trains with my son, chopped down a row of bushes outside, raked the leaves, read a few chapters in my book, helped my daughter with her homework, and had a hot dinner on the table when my husband walked in the door at 6:00.

As we sat down to dinner I quickly looked at the clock. One hour before I need to be at the church for Young Womens. After dinner, I had 10 minutes to get ready before heading out the door. I glanced in the mirror and did a quick assessment. No makeup; mud-stained T-shirt and jeans...from chopping down the bushes, no doubt; and hair falling out of a loose pony tail. Oh dear. Well, I thought, I've gotta pee, I should put some fresh clothes on, and hopefully I'll have time to throw on some mascara. I finished my priority list, and even had a minute left over to attempt to cover up the dark circles under my eyes. As for my hair - - - well, that was just going to have to be ignored.

Taking one last look in the mirror, I smiled to myself as I remembered my own Young Women leader 11 years ago. You know, she probably did know that her legs weren't as smooth as silk.

I bet she didn't care.

(I took the first picture off of my parents back deck in 2004. I'm pretty sure it was the first picture I ever kept that didn't have a person in it! The second picture was taken last month off the same deck.)