Sunday, December 28, 2008
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Me: Thanks Matts, but what about the girl you're going to marry, I'll bet she'll be beautiful.
Matts: Nope. I'm not getting married. Uncle Thomas and I are going to live together. What's that called?
Me: A bachelor?
Matts: Yep, me and Thomas we're going to be bachelors together.
Apparently, my time here on earth may be short, but at least it's sweet :)
Saturday, December 6, 2008
Although it was just over 6 years ago it feels like just yesterday that Reed and I checked into the Ronald McDonald House in Denver with our daughter, Elle. After a flurry of activity I had found myself alone in a strange city with literally nowhere to stay. Reed had flown back to Utah for work and in our hurry to get our daughter to the best hospital for her we hadn't stopped to arrange our living arrangements. Luckily, the next morning a RMH representative came by and by the next afternoon I was settled into a cozy little room just steps from the hospital.
Today the Ronald McDonald House in Colorado has grown substantially. They now have two homes to service Denver area hospitals. With the construction of the new house, in Aurora, has come an increased financial need. Although they often receive "fun" gifts such as toys their greatest need is currently monetary. To help meet this need they are currently offering the opportunity to "buy" memorial plaques which will be displayed in the RMH. These plaques measure 12X12 and feature the child's name and picture. Obviously, the majority of the funds raised go not towards the purchase/crafting of the plaques, but are used in for the ongoing care and upkeep of the RMH and the families they sponsor. I cannot begin to explain the relief that came from living in the Ronald McDonald House. We were within walking distance of our very sick little girl, surrounded by friends who "understood" and no longer concerned with financial aspect of our housing.
Our goal this year is to raise at least $450.00. I am confident that if we come together and each donate even a little we can far surpass our goal for this worthy cause. Feel free to contact Debbie at firstname.lastname@example.org or Kendall at email@example.com for specifics on donation.
Monday, December 1, 2008
Friday, November 28, 2008
Happy Birthday Reed, I love you! (I promise I'll get your presents wrapped next year :)
Saturday, November 22, 2008
Sunday, November 16, 2008
Six years ago, today, our sweet Elle left us to return to her Heavenly Father for a time. In the past six years I have felt more joy, sorrow, peace and hope than I would've thought possible.
Throughout Elle's life I felt an overwhelming sense of hope. Since Elle's death I have become fascinated with this concept of hope. Much more elusive than faith and yet just as important in the trifecta of "faith, hope, and charity" I have struggled to understand why I was given this gift.
This past conference Elder Uchtdorf spoke on The infinte power of hope. As I realized the subject matter of his talk I was touched as my prayers and study of the past six years were answered. In his talk he defined hope as "Not the knowledge, but rather the abiding trust that the Lord will fulfill His promise to us. It is confidence that if we live according to God's laws...we will receive desired blessings in the future. It is believing and expecting that our prayers will be answered." Throughout her life, we prayed desperately for Elle to recieve a new heart. And I felt hope, even confidence that she would. I now see that what I felt, and was blessed with, was an assurance that God was listening to our prayers, my prayers. The tender and pleading prayers of a mother that her precious daughter be made whole.
Although those prayers were not answered in the time or manner that I desperately desired I have no doubt that they will be answered. "No matter how bleak the chapter of our lives may look today, because of the life and sacrifice of Jesus Christ, we may hope and be assured that the ending of the book of our lives will exceed our grandest expectations. 'Eye hath not seen, nor ear heard, neither have entered into the heard of man the things which God hath prepared for them that love him."
The next time I see Elle she will be whole. My daughter's heart will be perfect and she will be mine, she will be mine forever.
This is what I have hope for, this is what I have hope in; the atonement and resurrection of our Savior, Jesus Christ. A miracle so glorious, so eternal that it encompasses all other miracles and allows me to "make a courageous decision to hope even when everything around us contradicts this hope...as one writer expressed 'in the depth of winter we find within us the invincible summer."
Thursday, November 6, 2008
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Monday, October 20, 2008
Put that down as number 101 of things I swore I'd NEVER do as a parent. On the plus side, they do love them and they are definitely snazzy
Sunday, October 19, 2008
The Littlest helper
Not so much
Definitely a sweet one.
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Today as I was coloring with Gray he requested that I draw WALL-E. No surprise there.
Then, he requested "Two WALL-E". Very impressed with his math and language skills I readily obliged.
Finally he handed me a purple crayon with the request "purple WALL-E". As I finished the sketch his response was priceless: "Purple. WALL-E. Funny."
Yes, yes it is.
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
Growing up my sister, Catherine, used to declare that she was going to train her children to think that work was fun and play was hard. For example, "if you're really good you can dust your room" or, "if you throw a fit I'll make you go play outside". Today as my boys BEGGED to vacuum I couldn't help but laugh and think that maybe Catherine was onto something.
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
5k on a bruised foot and I'm still alive. So yes, it is possible and even kind of exhilirating to buckle to peer-pressure and face your fears. All I can say to my fellow triathletes (who all smashed our goal of 1:45) is; "it's been a pleasure training with you"
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
It all started EARLY Saturday morning as I faithfully met Ariel at her pool to complete our "triple play" for the day. All went well with the swim; no swallowed frogs or murderer attacks. But, as we ran up the hill it all started to go horribly wrong. I (of course) forgot my keys and sprinted back down the hill. Once at the pool I couldn't open the gate. It's only a little fence, so in all my 27 years of wisdom I decided to jump it. As the ball of my left foot hit the ground it was over. I did something horribly wrong to it (bruised my metatarsal bones and some tendons). I hobbled through the rest of our workout and spent the rest of the day on the couch, miserable.
While on the couch I debated wether or not to go to urgent care. What were they going to do? Tell me my foot was hurt? Thanks, but I think I figured that one out on my own. Also, I'm an expert on the whole RICE routine, it's just hard to follow in my current situation. Let me explain:
REST: Have you met my two little guys?
ICE: I'm allergic to the cold. Seriously, I break out in hives if I get too cold. Which would you pick? Swollen, deformed foot or itchy, swollen foot?
Compression: Did I mention I got an ant bite on the arch of my foot at Matts' soccer game. This may not seem like a big deal but, I'm also allergic to our lovely Georgian ants. Reed was fascinated to watch my ankle swell up until I had no ankle.
Elevation: No, real problem here, but give me a minute I'm sure something will come up.
And I couldn't even escape into oblivion, courtesy of pain-killers. As the day went on I came down with Gray's wicked cold. No wonder the child's been ornery. This left me debating the virtues of anti-inflammatories for my foot or cold medicine for my cold.
When it rains it pours.
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
Thursday, August 21, 2008
Monday, August 18, 2008
Today, her Olympic dream consists of trying to stay awake long enough to watch Phelps/gymnastics, creating festive desserts and planning her boys' Olympic dreams (I'm thinking badminton and rowing).
***The inspiration for this post began as I constructed the blue ring and my thoughts returned to the joy that was my previous life. While closing a show 4 of my friends and I prepared to personify the Olympic rings. As I stepped toward the ice intertwined with the other ring bearers I proudly held my blue hula hoop high in the air. The nanosecond before I stepped onto that slippery sheet I realized that I had forgotten to remove my gaurds (blade protectors). Frantically I whispered "wait, wait." Tragically, the march had already begun and my beautiful blue ring and I crashed to the ice taking everyone and everything with us.***
Good times, Good times
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
I always thought Marlin was a little neurotic, but as I watched him say "you don't have to start school this year, you can wait five, maybe six years..." I suddenly knew exactly where he was coming from.
Sunday, August 10, 2008
Nope, it could be worse
A little bit of country, a little bit of rock and roll
Surviving the shark's belly (Now if I can just survive all the sharks during my swim we'll all be fine)