Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Some Like it HOT, HOT, HOT!


Here we all are trying to stay cool this Memorial Day. We enjoyed a great Memorial Day Parade and a nice barbeque. We're looking forward to getting our ac units in though. Ronnie had surgery for a double hernia a few weeks ago and can't lift yet. So if you know a strong guy willing to help out, let me know!

Friday, May 27, 2011

Happy Memorial Day Weekend




The weather finally realized it was almost the end of May and decided to get its act together! The sun came out, the mercury rose and we dragged out our old faithful water table -the best 70 bucks I ever spent -this thing has gotten hours and hours of use! To celebrate the warm weather we invited our neighbor's daughter over for some fun. Everyone had a great time!

Thursday, May 26, 2011

I LOVE MY BROTHER!

This is a GREAT BIG THANK YOU TO MY BROTHER. He helped me fix my blog. I tried for an hour and twenty minutes today and couldn't do it by myself. Thank you RICKY!!!!

xoxo ;)

Monday, May 23, 2011

Grandpa


Grandpa stopped by for a quick photo op and a cup of coffee with his two favorite jelly beans!

So Sweet



Here is what I found on my pillow last night:

Sawyer's Appetite




Our little man began solids last week and is LOVING every bite! We're presently on oatmeal. He gobbles it down! Can you tell?

Our Babies Are Here


They are so tiny but make SUCH A MESS!

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Spring Babies


We're thinking of charging rent.

Friday, May 13, 2011

My Two Snugglebugs


These two are inseparable!

Picture Comparison

Here is Sawyer getting a bath at four months old in the kitchen sink!



And here is Anna at the same age!

Wednesday, May 11, 2011

My Sweet Little Boy


And to think I thought I could never love a bald man!

Thursday, May 5, 2011

Signs


In honor of Mother's Day, I would like to write a post about some things that have happened in the past year and ten months since my mom passed away. My family refers to them as "signs" and come to think of it, I guess it was really my mom who actually began this. When she was first diagnosed with breast cancer 21 years before she passed away, she would ask God to "give her a sign" that He was near and in control of all that was going on in our lives. She frequently would do this when her cancer antigen blood work test was coming up or if she wasn't feeling well or just needed encouragement to know that God was in control and could be counted on to get her through this. My mom always loved rabbits, hummingbirds and bluebirds. She'd call me in the morning worried some days that her blood work was coming up and that she had asked God to give her a sign that everything would be okay. Minutes or hours later, she'd call back very excited that the wild rabbits that lived in our backyard had appeared, or that a bluebird (which is an uncommon sight) came to the bird feeder. She'd be feeling down and suddenly she'd look outside and see a hummingbird on the deck. She felt like this was God's way of showing her that He was indeed near, was in control, and loved her very much. I have to say that when she'd relay these stories to me, it boosted my spirits (and faith) as well. Over time, I'd be calling her saying "Mom, don't worry, I saw a hummingbird today!" My brother and dad began doing this as well.
When my mom became sick, these things started occurring more often. Her final Spring with us displayed countless rainbows. In fact, I saw more rainbows that Spring then I have seen altogether in my life. One day during the last days of her life, I remember calling my brother who was at the hospital visiting my mom. I was in tears and could hardly speak because there was a double rainbow outside our window. As I was describing it to him, he looked out the window of my mom's hospital room half an hour away to see a rainbow as well! His good friend sent him a picture of another rainbow she spotted the night we buried my mom.

When she passed away, I will never forget walking at the cemetery picking out her burial plot with my dad and my brother. The lady who was showing us the plots was wearing a bluebird pin! The grave next to my mom's had her favorite verse inscribed on it -one we had been repeating over and over to one another those early days -Isaiah 40:31 "but those who hope in the LORD
will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint". Imagine our surprise when my dad and I spotted an eagle soaring above my house the first time he came for a visit without my mom.

Anna's birthday and my parents wedding anniversary brought about rainbows. Plants my mom had given me would bloom on special days. My mom also believed that when she found a penny on the ground this was Jesus' way of letting her know He loved her. Pennies, started appearing once she passed -and always at times when I was thinking of and missing her. I could be cleaning the house and thinking of her when I'd put my hand in my pocket to find a penny.

Last Spring the doctor sent me to have an ultrasound done because she felt a lump in my breast. This has always been very difficult for me because my mom had come with me once when I needed to have a needle biopsy done for another lump. Going alone not only is terrifying but makes me miss her so much. Magically though I found a penny in the dressing room just laying there on the floor.

Last Easter was difficult for me as well because it had been the last time the previous year that my mom had been to our house. She had come over for Easter breakfast and spent most of the time on our couch too sick to eat. It was a week or two after that we found out her cancer had spread to her abdomen. I was missing her a lot and "looking for a sign". Easter morning, I walked outside to not only see a bluebird (the first one we have ever had on our property -and believe me I was ALWAYS looking), but the bluebird is sitting in the birch tree we planted in honor of my mom! Later, I asked my next-door-neighbor (an avid gardener and birdwatcher) who had lived in her home for 40 years if she had ever seen any bluebirds in the area. Of course she hadn't!

Even the day I found out I was pregnant with Sawyer we had "a sign". I told Ron I wanted to go to the cemetery to tell my mom our news. As we pulled in the drive and began walking towards her grave, I see two rabbits sitting on her grave site.

I'm not really sure if theses are signs from my mom that she is watching over us and is aware of our special days or difficult times we are having or maybe they are signs from God that He is indeed in control, loves us very much and is taking good care of my mom. I truly believe though that they are not coincidences. There are just too many of them to be coincidences. Either way, I know my mom is up in heaven and I know I will see her again. And this time, there will be no more pain, no more fear, and no more good-byes.

Monday, May 2, 2011

Mother's Day


I received this in one of my emails this morning. It will make you cry but is exactly how I feel about my mom and I wanted to share it here.



A few weeks ago I had a dream about my mom. She was at my house, sitting at my dining room table having coffee. She and I were laughing about something- I’m not sure what it was. We were laughing really hard, and every time we’d stop, we’d look at one another and burst out laughing again.

When I woke up, I was in tears. It took me a few minutes to shake the dream away and realize that she wasn’t really there. It was so real!

That dream got me thinking about my mom and how normal it was for her to be all of a sudden sitting in my dining room, even though she’s been gone for almost three years now. It was like nothing had happened- no cancer, no agonizing hours of watching her in pain, no death…she was just back again, and it all seemed so natural.

What if I could have her back? Not forever, but for one single hour? What if by some crazy miracle I was allowed to spend one hour with my mom again? Not a moment of it could be wasted on things that didn’t really matter. What would we do? What would I say? If I had to plan the hour out ahead of time, what would be on my list?

I know the first thing I would do. I’d make a big pot of coffee. My mom loved coffee! Just the smell of it reminds me of her. If I were to have an hour alone with my mom, having coffee together would be the first thing on the list.

I would touch her. Hug her, smell her hair. Hold her hand and press it to my cheek. Bury my face on her shoulder and wrap her tightly in my arms and hang on tight. I would breathe in the scent of her- not that sick hospital smell but the beautiful clean aroma that was my mom.

I would tell her all about my two little girls that she never got a chance to meet. As a matter of fact, I think I would sacrifice part of my sacred one hour meeting just to experience the pleasure of watching her hold them and love them. I know that it hurt her very much to know that as she lay dying, I was carrying two precious lives in me that she would be unable to be a part of.

I would ask her to tell me all the things that she never got a chance to tell me when she was still alive. And to repeat some of things she told me that I either dismissed or ignored because I thought she didn’t know what she was talking about.

I can just picture the two of us sitting at my dining room table having coffee, chatting, laughing, crying and hugging. We wouldn’t really be doing anything all that special, but it would be wonderful.

We would do nothing, together.

I shared this idea with my brothers and sisters, and they pretty much felt the same way I did. If they could have Mom back for just one hour, they wouldn’t really do anything. They would just be with her. One of my brothers said he would take a ride with her to the White Hen Pantry and get himself a Big Gulp and her a cup of coffee. My sister said that she would take a walk with her on the path near her house. Another sister would sit with her around a campfire and talk. None of these things are necessarily special things, they are things that we did all the time while she was alive. We just didn’t realize how special those things were until she was gone.

Have you ever thought about what your children will think of you when they get to be adults? Or what they will remember about you when you’re gone? I do. I think about it a lot. I worry that all they will remember are the times I lost my temper with them or that I made them do so many chores around the house. Or I think that I need to somehow create memories by doing extra special things at Christmas or for their birthdays. Or that I need to spend more quality time with them discussing the really important things in life and preparing them for the future.

My mom spent a lot of time trying to make us all happy. But looking back, she made us the happiest when she wasn’t even trying. One of my fondest memories of my mom is her sleeping on our living room couch one afternoon. I walked into the room and startled her awake. She jumped and then relaxed again and said “Oh, Leah, it’s you,” and smiled a sweet, tired smile. Then she asked me if I would pour her a cup of coffee and fix it just the way she liked it. I did, and when I brought it to her, she was so thankful and we sat there together while she drank it, just the two of us. With six kids in the family, time alone with Mom didn’t happen very often, so that memory sticks with me. There was nothing at all special about that day, we weren’t doing anything, really, but oh, how special it is to me now!

Nothing can be something. It can mean everything. Nothing lasts forever- it really does! My mother’s children cherish the memory of doing nothing with her. And my children may complain that there is nothing to do or that they never get to do anything exciting, but some day they will remember fondly all the days we did nothing together, and they will wish they could do nothing with me again, if only for one hour.

Anna's Favorite

Ron had to teach a course last month and the culminating activity was to meet up at the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York City. Anna got to go along and enjoyed a train ride into the city and then a ride on the subway. Since she is a budding ballerina, her favorite pieces of artwork were done by Degas. What a little ham!