Wednesday, March 25, 2015

Life according to my phone

(I borrowed the name of this blog post from a friend. Thanks, Cherilyn!)

I've been feeling bad that my last post was such a downer. After over a month of not blogging, my bad day was what I blogged about?! I've been tempted to delete it, but then I've stopped myself. I don't want to whitewash my life, nor do I want my kids to think that unless life is smooth-sailing, that something is wrong. Just because things in life aren't always perfect, it doesn't lessen life itself. It's usually the hard things in life that in the end bring about our biggest blessings.

As a family, we've been writing in a Blessing Journal every night. We each take turns, writing down something that blessed our life that day. I've noticed that it's the small things that bring me so much joy. Like the way I can look out our large windows and see the valley coming to life again after a cold and gray winter. It's the way Calista has named me as her blessing every night for the past month. It's my allergies that have miraculously subsided, allowing me to enjoy the spring and to have a cat in the house. It's watching my girls wiggle into their ballet suits every Thursday afternoon. It's listening to the way Luke's giggle fills a room. It's Camden's tenderness. Life is so good.

Here are some of the things that have blessed my life lately:

Last week on our date night, Dennis and I went out to dinner and had the worst service we've ever had from a waitress. This morning I was looking over our receipts and noticed that even after our waitress' sour sense of humor, messed up dinner order, and everything else that went wrong, Dennis had still tipped her well. I love that man.

This is the only picture that wasn't taken with my phone, but I love this one of him.


Camden and Dennis worked ever so hard on this year's Pinewood Derby car, as it was his last year competing before moving out of Cubscouts. They researched and schemed how to build the fastest car, and spent hours sanding and perfecting it. I loved seeing the smile on Camden's face as he walked through the door with the ribbon for first-place.


This past weekend, a friend and I took our boys on a Mother/Sons weekend to Sun Valley. We spent the weekend swimming, playing games, and exploring; all with a no-electronics rule. It was an absolute blast. One day we spent three hours along a river building a large teepee. How I adore these little boys. It has been my highlight of the year so far.


Celebrating my boyfriend's birthday. I have to be careful when I call Dennis that around the kids. My kids have started telling their friends that their Mom has both a boyfriend a husband.

Lauren's fearlessness always impresses and amazes me. When her first tooth became wiggly and was ready to come out, she grabbed a string, opened her mouth, and asked her dad to yank it out. She didn't even flinch when her tooth when bouncing across the room. She has brought me string several times since then and has asked me to pull out her other teeth. When I ask her why she wants them out, she reminds me that the Tooth Fairy pays double on Wednesdays and that she needs some cash.



One Saturday afternoon, we heard the thump on our window and found the lifeless body of a quail outside our window. Ever the resourceful one, Dennis took the opportunity to teach our children about the anatomy of a bird and how to prepare it for consumption. He cooked it up and ate all 3 chewy bites of it.


I joined Camden for the fifth grade ski night. It was another one of the highlights of my year as we skiied side-by-side on the darkened slopes and rode the ski lift, laughing at the tiny little skiiers below us.


A few months ago we were able to meet some of the team of our local news channel. They invited us back to take a tour of the station. Such kind a genuine people. We are so blessed to live in such an amazing community.


I'm sure people on Instagram will get tired of me posting the sunrises that I see outside my kitchen window, but I could live here for a million years and never get tired of watching them.


Camden won 4th place in the backwards jump-rope competitition for several schools in the district. He was so proud! Dennis and I had to hold back smiles at the randomness of the event.

What would a girl do without her friends? We laughed until we cried, and then we laughed some more.


My favorite thing about waking up in the morning: their epic bedhead.

Luke takes Wacky Wednesday at school so seriously, and scours the house. Ironically, he usually takes it off 5 minutes after getting to school.


Dennis seems to be constantly caught away in meetings lately, and it takes its toll on me. I'm grateful for my wonderful friend, Angie, who invited us to come over and insisted on taking the girls for a ride one evening when I was at the end of my rope.


Yes, life has been good to me.

Wednesday, March 18, 2015

Disappointment and Patience

Today I went to the physical therapist and was told that I should consider hanging up my running shoes for good. After a year and a half of back and hip pain from my last pregnancy, I can't say I'm surprised. Disappointed though? Very much so.

Dammit.

Perhaps it makes me less of a lady for saying it, but there just aren't any other words. I cried on the drive home. Sometimes it's hard to remember to take a deep breath and keep things in perspective. I love motherhood, I really do, and there's nothing I'd rather be doing with my life. But sometimes the loss of freedoms that come with it becomes overwhelming. Running was one of the few remaining freedoms I enjoyed- the fresh air on my face, my feet in rhythm with my breaths, and my thoughts gloriously quiet.

I came across this quote yesterday, perhaps as divine preparation for what was to come today. “Patience is not passive resignation, nor is it failing to act because of our fears. Patience means active waiting and enduring. It means staying with something … even when the desires of our hearts are delayed. Patience is not simply enduring; it is enduring well! Patience means accepting that which cannot be changed and facing it with courage, grace, and faith." -Dieter F. Uchtdorf

Apparently I'm not doing too well with the last three words of that quote.

Funny how our personal mantras change throughout our life. In my 20's, it was, "I can do anything."

Now in my 30's, maybe it needs to change to, "My limitations do not define me."

Some days I miss the lady I used to be when I look at old pictures. She seems so long ago and so far removed. But in her place, is someone that I think I like more. Albeit a few pounds heavier and not as swift on her feet. No, my limitations don't define me.