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Friday, November 29, 2013
Tuesday, November 26, 2013
Double Digits
We officially have a 10 year old in our house! Anson had a great birthday Friday, celebrated with friends from school. Rather than go the traditional evening party route, I invited the kids to ride the bus home and then get picked up by parents at 6-still gave us a nice family evening but Anson got his "friends" party.
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| The first few friends coming up the drive. |
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| And here come the "big" group. Apparently the bus driver told them no more riding as a group, I have to pick them up from now on. They may have been just a LITTLE too excited the whole ride home. :) |
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| Anson wanted a NHL WILD themed party. So I did the team colors and concession style food. |
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| Nachos, Pizza, Hot dogs, Gatorade. Oh, and some fruit cut up, I don't think that got touched. |
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| I THINK we had 14 there..I'm still not totally sure. 2 of the kids are backup daycare kids I have right now, the rest are classmates or siblings of classmates, or cousins kids..etc. |
I can't get this picture to rotate, and my battery died right after this so I didn't even get a picture of him blowing out his candles. It was a super fun birthday though and we are so proud of the choices Anson's making in life and our prayer is that he continues to grow in the love of the Lord and desire to serve Him above all else.
Thursday, November 14, 2013
Lessons
God has a funny way of teaching me lessons through my kids. Imagine that, huh?
We are in the swing of hockey, and teams have been split up. Anson was happy to have the same teammates he's had for the last 5 years. Then we got the news tonight that teams were being re-split and re-shuffled. Details aren't necessary for this post, I'm only writing this so I have it to look back on. Obviously Anson was crushed. I used the ride home to talk to him about how this was a chance to be even more of a leader, to have a good attitude and show others that it's okay. I talked to him about how it comes down to the fact that he's playing a sport he loves and he needs to enjoy it for that. I was feeling pretty good about my 15 minute pep talk. Then we got home.
Jerem and him went up to his room and talked for 30 minutes in hushed voices. Jerem told him how this was the Lords plan, how He has a reason for allowing Anson to be on a different team. That maybe that reason was so Anson could tell someone about Jesus that he's never had a chance to be around. Then they prayed. Anson didn't pray that he'd be on a team with certain kids..he prayed that he would be content with the decision that was made. Wow. Really put me to shame. I realized my bad attitude wasn't about him being with different teammates..but ME being with different moms. After 6 seasons with the same parents you get used to your cheering section. But maybe..just maybe...I'm supposed to reach out of MY comfort zone this year. That it will be okay if I'm not with my group of moms I've been with every year.
I know, this post probably seems overly dramatic...but I wanted to write it down to look back on someday. In life there are big plans, and little plans, hockey is no doubt a little plan. But even that, it is a plan that is beyond our control. I'm so thankful I serve a Saviour who controls EVERYTHING. And so proud of my son for recognizing that.
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We are in the swing of hockey, and teams have been split up. Anson was happy to have the same teammates he's had for the last 5 years. Then we got the news tonight that teams were being re-split and re-shuffled. Details aren't necessary for this post, I'm only writing this so I have it to look back on. Obviously Anson was crushed. I used the ride home to talk to him about how this was a chance to be even more of a leader, to have a good attitude and show others that it's okay. I talked to him about how it comes down to the fact that he's playing a sport he loves and he needs to enjoy it for that. I was feeling pretty good about my 15 minute pep talk. Then we got home.
Jerem and him went up to his room and talked for 30 minutes in hushed voices. Jerem told him how this was the Lords plan, how He has a reason for allowing Anson to be on a different team. That maybe that reason was so Anson could tell someone about Jesus that he's never had a chance to be around. Then they prayed. Anson didn't pray that he'd be on a team with certain kids..he prayed that he would be content with the decision that was made. Wow. Really put me to shame. I realized my bad attitude wasn't about him being with different teammates..but ME being with different moms. After 6 seasons with the same parents you get used to your cheering section. But maybe..just maybe...I'm supposed to reach out of MY comfort zone this year. That it will be okay if I'm not with my group of moms I've been with every year.
I know, this post probably seems overly dramatic...but I wanted to write it down to look back on someday. In life there are big plans, and little plans, hockey is no doubt a little plan. But even that, it is a plan that is beyond our control. I'm so thankful I serve a Saviour who controls EVERYTHING. And so proud of my son for recognizing that.
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Tuesday, November 5, 2013
November 2, 2013
I'm really not even sure how to start this post, I have lots of thoughts floating around up there (in my scattered brain) and am trying to collect them to put into words. Saturday was our anniversary. In the past we've always done something "special" i.e. something that costs money. A lot of times we would get away for a couple nights kid free, or get a sitter and go out for dinner. Last year we decided to put the money we'd spend on a weekend away and get each other a "big" gift with it that we wouldn't normally buy. We stayed home, but thanks to the generosity of family, still had a kid free weekend.
I knew this year was going to be different. We weren't going anywhere, hadn't saved up money for gifts and hadn't even made plans to go out to dinner. And honestly, I was totally fine with it. I wasn't anticipating anything, and actually I even kept forgetting our anniversary was coming up. I totally took the year off. No homemade card, no romantic letter, not even a "favorite candy" gift. Nothing. It's not that I didn't WANT to recognize it, I just didn't want to put a lot of effort into something and then have Jerem feel bad that he did nothing for me. Its happened before, I think it's the nature of a lot of men.
Friday night Anson had hockey so I ran him to that because Jerem said he wanted to make me a nice supper since we weren't going out. I thought that was sweet of him, he's great about making special meals for us to eat together after the kids have finished, so beyond that I really didn't think too much about it. I got home around 8 and was told to keep my back to the deck and not look at the stove. After a few minutes he told me my coat and stocking hat were laying out and to put them on and come outside. He had already gotten the kids going on a movie with strict instructions to leave us alone. He led me out to the deck to the most romantic dinner setup I've ever seen. First of all, we love our deck. Any meal on there is a special one. But it was dark so I totally wasn't expecting to eat out there. He had a quilt on the table making it feel warm and cozy, a lamp and candles out there. He had my chair draped with my favorite blanket so I could snuggle in (it was pretty chilly) and our favorite music going. I was treated to an amazing supper of grilled steak, sauteed mushrooms and onions, corn, and salad. Something about the fact that it was cold enough to see our breath made the hot food taste even better.
He was prepared, it didn't end there. He had questions for me. Deep marital questions that guys don't normally ask (at least not him). It prompted some good discussion on marriage; when our first memory of the idea of it was formed, and how we want to see ourselves in the future, our biggest fears in our marriage (not at easy one to answer), couples that have been examples to us and why. I have realized more this year than any other, how much my idea of married life 11 years ago when I said "I do" to this year has changed. It's not about the person you "thought you married" or even the life you pictured. It's having someone to grow with, to be committed too even when they may not live up to the idealized version a 19 year old heart pictured. It's to know that there is a partner to have, even if all that person needs is a companion to stand there and watch them work on a car and not say a word. Not just to be married, but to actually HAVE someone to GO through good times and bad, to know that there is one person that is there for you, that said the same vows back. Being married means that sometimes, the most romantic moments happen in your own backyard and don't cost a dime-because that person you are sharing them with knows you so well that you can enjoy the depth of something so simple together. The perfect anniversary night didn't end with us slow dancing under the stars like a movie may have ended, but with our youngest curled up on my lap under a blanket while we continued to talk. It was in that moment that I realized that this WAS OUR LIFE, not the picture perfect scene that others seem to have or stories depict, but to me in that sliver of time OUR LOVE STORY couldn't have been more perfect.
I love you Jerem, this ones for you. Thanks for the last 11 years of marriage and for being a part of US. I can't imagine life without you.
I knew this year was going to be different. We weren't going anywhere, hadn't saved up money for gifts and hadn't even made plans to go out to dinner. And honestly, I was totally fine with it. I wasn't anticipating anything, and actually I even kept forgetting our anniversary was coming up. I totally took the year off. No homemade card, no romantic letter, not even a "favorite candy" gift. Nothing. It's not that I didn't WANT to recognize it, I just didn't want to put a lot of effort into something and then have Jerem feel bad that he did nothing for me. Its happened before, I think it's the nature of a lot of men.
Friday night Anson had hockey so I ran him to that because Jerem said he wanted to make me a nice supper since we weren't going out. I thought that was sweet of him, he's great about making special meals for us to eat together after the kids have finished, so beyond that I really didn't think too much about it. I got home around 8 and was told to keep my back to the deck and not look at the stove. After a few minutes he told me my coat and stocking hat were laying out and to put them on and come outside. He had already gotten the kids going on a movie with strict instructions to leave us alone. He led me out to the deck to the most romantic dinner setup I've ever seen. First of all, we love our deck. Any meal on there is a special one. But it was dark so I totally wasn't expecting to eat out there. He had a quilt on the table making it feel warm and cozy, a lamp and candles out there. He had my chair draped with my favorite blanket so I could snuggle in (it was pretty chilly) and our favorite music going. I was treated to an amazing supper of grilled steak, sauteed mushrooms and onions, corn, and salad. Something about the fact that it was cold enough to see our breath made the hot food taste even better.
He was prepared, it didn't end there. He had questions for me. Deep marital questions that guys don't normally ask (at least not him). It prompted some good discussion on marriage; when our first memory of the idea of it was formed, and how we want to see ourselves in the future, our biggest fears in our marriage (not at easy one to answer), couples that have been examples to us and why. I have realized more this year than any other, how much my idea of married life 11 years ago when I said "I do" to this year has changed. It's not about the person you "thought you married" or even the life you pictured. It's having someone to grow with, to be committed too even when they may not live up to the idealized version a 19 year old heart pictured. It's to know that there is a partner to have, even if all that person needs is a companion to stand there and watch them work on a car and not say a word. Not just to be married, but to actually HAVE someone to GO through good times and bad, to know that there is one person that is there for you, that said the same vows back. Being married means that sometimes, the most romantic moments happen in your own backyard and don't cost a dime-because that person you are sharing them with knows you so well that you can enjoy the depth of something so simple together. The perfect anniversary night didn't end with us slow dancing under the stars like a movie may have ended, but with our youngest curled up on my lap under a blanket while we continued to talk. It was in that moment that I realized that this WAS OUR LIFE, not the picture perfect scene that others seem to have or stories depict, but to me in that sliver of time OUR LOVE STORY couldn't have been more perfect.
I love you Jerem, this ones for you. Thanks for the last 11 years of marriage and for being a part of US. I can't imagine life without you.
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