When Deborah walked in the door after getting her hair cut this afternoon, one of the kids exclaimed, "Look! We've got a new mommy!" We love the new hair cut!
Saturday, July 11, 2009
Sunday, July 5, 2009
Ticket to Ride
Happy Fourth of July! We celebrated by taking the training wheels off Josh's bike.
Life is a lot like riding a bike for the first time- you don't just jump on and do it (unless of course you're David.) You crash, get up and try again, crash again, get up again... you get the idea. Each time you try you get a little better at it. The trick is to keep getting up.
Josh kept getting up and jumping back on, and can now ride a bike without training wheels! He hasn't mastered the finer points of starting, turning, or avoiding parked cars- but he can ride in a straight line without falling! Good job Josh!
Sunday, June 21, 2009
This Is Early, But . . .
I bought my first car, a Toyota Tercel, about a year after I graduated from college. I brought it home from the used car lot and parked it on the street (After all, I didn't have a parking permit for my apartment complex - yet.) I woke the next morning and walked out to my car.
Realization struck: This was my very own car. I did not have to return it to anyone. I could keep it and use it and, of course, take care of it. The realization brought with it a feeling of great pride.
The next time I experienced that "wow / whoa" feeling was when I brought my daugter - my first child - home from the hospital. The hospital stay was very sheltered. We had no schedule to keep but our own. Nurses were available to counsel when problems occurred. The experience was real, but we were in an alterate reality.
We took her home in my "first" baby, the Toyota. I rode all the way home with my new baby in the back of the car. I just couldn't leave her alone in the car seat. I carried her gingerly down the stairs into our basement apartment and sat down on our couch. Jesse took a picture of us - I was crying.
As I held her in my arms, on our couch, in our apartment, the realization struck: She was mine!!! I could love her and take care of her and watch her grow. No one else could do it for me! This realization brought not only pride but fear as well. Could I take care of her without the nurses' help? Would I be a good mom? What had I gotten myself into?!
I now have eight years worth of loving her, taking care of her, and watching her grow into a beautiful, bright girl. In spite of me, she has a blooming testimony that Jesus loves her, that Heavenly Father will answer her prayers, that the scriptures are the word of God.
I have truly been blessed by her presence in my life. She reminds me that prayer works. She reminds me to think before I reprimand so that feelings aren't too hurt afterward. She amazes me with her sharp intellect, her quickness to learn and to remember. She reminds me that it is okay to admit I'm wrong
. . . sometimes.
She inspires me to be better!Realization struck: This was my very own car. I did not have to return it to anyone. I could keep it and use it and, of course, take care of it. The realization brought with it a feeling of great pride.
The next time I experienced that "wow / whoa" feeling was when I brought my daugter - my first child - home from the hospital. The hospital stay was very sheltered. We had no schedule to keep but our own. Nurses were available to counsel when problems occurred. The experience was real, but we were in an alterate reality.
We took her home in my "first" baby, the Toyota. I rode all the way home with my new baby in the back of the car. I just couldn't leave her alone in the car seat. I carried her gingerly down the stairs into our basement apartment and sat down on our couch. Jesse took a picture of us - I was crying.
As I held her in my arms, on our couch, in our apartment, the realization struck: She was mine!!! I could love her and take care of her and watch her grow. No one else could do it for me! This realization brought not only pride but fear as well. Could I take care of her without the nurses' help? Would I be a good mom? What had I gotten myself into?!I now have eight years worth of loving her, taking care of her, and watching her grow into a beautiful, bright girl. In spite of me, she has a blooming testimony that Jesus loves her, that Heavenly Father will answer her prayers, that the scriptures are the word of God.
I have truly been blessed by her presence in my life. She reminds me that prayer works. She reminds me to think before I reprimand so that feelings aren't too hurt afterward. She amazes me with her sharp intellect, her quickness to learn and to remember. She reminds me that it is okay to admit I'm wrong
. . . sometimes.
Happy Birthday (on Thursday), Ju!
Love yer guts!
Sunday, June 7, 2009
NEWS FLASH- JULIE HAS GLASSES!
Jesse's annual eye exam came due. He was worried about Julie's sight (she couldn't read the huge time clock at my last 5K), so he set an appointment for her as well. Julie seems to be following in Jesse's footsteps (although we hope her sight will never get as bad as his). We picked up her first pair of glasses on Thursday.Julie says, "It is incredible to see more clear."
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Saturday, May 9, 2009
Happy-For-Deborah Day
It is sometimes hard to express feelings with words (at least it is for me- maybe this is just a guy thing...). I mean, its easy to say, "I love Deborah," or "Deborah is truly an amazing woman," but it is hard to convey through those words the depth of feeling that they represent. If I was a poet maybe I could find the right words, but I really don't think the right vocabulary exists in the English language to describe her amazingness and beauty. A picture, however, is worth a thousand words... so I figure a whole slideshow full of pictures ought to be worth about a million of them. Suffice it to say that I am truly grateful to have my best friend beside me, and her children are lucky to have her as their mother. Happy Mother's Day Deb!
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