1. Rachel's short and beautiful life
2. The opportunity to get to know her. She taught me a lot.
3. A boy who loves to snuggle.
4. Babysitters I can trust and who love my child.
5. People I can confide in
6. Friends that feel as close as family.
7. Friendships that I would never have predicted. These are the coolest.
8. Memories.
9. The perspective that only time gives.
10. A hot, steaming, strong cup o' java
11. Parents who are still with me
12. Grandparents too
13. Restored relationships
14. A job I enjoy
15. People I enjoy working with
16. The opportunity to learn patience. I've had lots of these this year.
17. A reliable vehicle.
18. Hot baths
19. A motivated husband.
20. Love
21. Grace
22. Chocolate
23. Makeup
24. Candles in winter
25. Hair dye
26. Prairie sunsets
27. Washers and dryers
28. White noise
29. Good deals
30. Home cooked meals
31. Living in the country
32. Windex
33. Jeans
34. Tweezers
35. Holidays
36. Laptops
37. Ball throwers for dogs.
38. Barbeques
39. Siblings
40. Rain gauges
41. Flowers
42. Music
43. Cork floors
44. Air fresheners
45. Hope
46. Mom's cinnamon buns. And waffles.
47. People who make me feel comfortable when they work on my back.
48. The gym
49. Gifts. Given and received.
50. Passions and the journey to discover what mine are.
Monday, October 10, 2011
Sunday, August 7, 2011
On Friday...
Our sweet baby Rachel got her wings. She left this world cradled in her tender Daddy's arms with her ever attentive Mommy and siblings at her side. One breath was there, the next gone.
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
Saturday, June 25, 2011
Thursday, June 23, 2011
Faith
Just finished reading Have a Little Faith by Mitch Albom and loved it. Easy to read with wonderful insights that encourage acceptance of others.
My favorite paragraph is as follows:
But I realized something as I drove home that night: that I am neither better nor smarter, only luckier. And I should be ashamed of thinking I knew everything, because you can know the whole world and still feel lost in it. So many people are in pain - no matter how smart or accomplished - they cry, they yearn, they hurt. But instead of looking down on things, they look up, which is where I should have been looking too. Because when the world quiets to the sound of your own breathing, we all want the same things: comfort, love, and a peaceful heart. (p221)
I had a mentor like Mitch had in his life. I remember her. That gentle, accepting spirit taught me so much.
My favorite paragraph is as follows:
But I realized something as I drove home that night: that I am neither better nor smarter, only luckier. And I should be ashamed of thinking I knew everything, because you can know the whole world and still feel lost in it. So many people are in pain - no matter how smart or accomplished - they cry, they yearn, they hurt. But instead of looking down on things, they look up, which is where I should have been looking too. Because when the world quiets to the sound of your own breathing, we all want the same things: comfort, love, and a peaceful heart. (p221)
I had a mentor like Mitch had in his life. I remember her. That gentle, accepting spirit taught me so much.
Sunday, June 12, 2011
Perspective
Sometimes I look around me and don't like what I see.
I guess it's the stage of life I'm in. People want to build families. It seems that almost everyone I know with kids the age of my Boy's have another one. Or two. Plus another on the way. My eyes seek out those with arms full or bellies expectant. Don't get me wrong... I'm happy for my friends who are excited about new lives. But I can't help but feel a mix of jealousy and sadness for myself and our family dreams.
Especially when...
I hear of one "unplanned". A marriage that seems headed for disaster. Sad relationships. Personal instability. Risky lifestyles. People who took steps to have "permanent" birth control in place and somehow things just happened. People who don't know what it's like to have to try.
That's when I have to remind myself. There are babies that are sick, like my darling niece. There are mamas that are dying even while their bodies are growing their babies, knowing their child will face life without a mum. Most of the couples who sit in the Fertility Clinic waiting room with us probably don't even have one.
We do. We have a healthy, vibrant little boy. He rocks our worlds. Our marriage is secure. We are generally happy. We just don't get everything we want, when we want it.
Seriously. We are so lucky! I just want to be luckier.... but when I put it in perspective it's easier. I believe we will. It's just a matter of time. A lot of time.
I guess it's the stage of life I'm in. People want to build families. It seems that almost everyone I know with kids the age of my Boy's have another one. Or two. Plus another on the way. My eyes seek out those with arms full or bellies expectant. Don't get me wrong... I'm happy for my friends who are excited about new lives. But I can't help but feel a mix of jealousy and sadness for myself and our family dreams.
Especially when...
I hear of one "unplanned". A marriage that seems headed for disaster. Sad relationships. Personal instability. Risky lifestyles. People who took steps to have "permanent" birth control in place and somehow things just happened. People who don't know what it's like to have to try.
That's when I have to remind myself. There are babies that are sick, like my darling niece. There are mamas that are dying even while their bodies are growing their babies, knowing their child will face life without a mum. Most of the couples who sit in the Fertility Clinic waiting room with us probably don't even have one.
We do. We have a healthy, vibrant little boy. He rocks our worlds. Our marriage is secure. We are generally happy. We just don't get everything we want, when we want it.
Seriously. We are so lucky! I just want to be luckier.... but when I put it in perspective it's easier. I believe we will. It's just a matter of time. A lot of time.
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
Surgery
Yesterday was a big day for me. I had surgery to remove a septum in my uterus and cauterize some endometriosis. Everything went well and I was home around 8 pm. This morning I feel like I was kicked in the gut by a horse. Yuck! Fortunately, Nana has the Boy and I have the Husband and painkillers. This afternoon is my follow-up appointment. So glad to get this over with!
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