Today I chose to write in the font "times" because that is what I am essentially writing about. Tomorrow night, Zach's best friend returns from his mission to Paraguay. I am so excited for his family but having a lot of bittersweet thoughts. We should have been welcoming our own son home last week. But a friend once counseled me not to focus on the "shoulds" in my life. So I won't...
Last night as I mentioned this fact to the kids they replied,"but then we wouldn't have this cool fort Zach built for us on Sunday, we wouldn't have 2 snakes and an iguana, Zach wouldn't be here to help me build my pine wood derby...) and on and on it went. Things would have been a lot different the last 2 years that's for sure. He would have missed 2 of his nephews being born, he would have missed his grandmother's passing away, he would have missed last year's pinewood derby, he would have missed helping his older brother heal after a motorcyle accident, and the list goes on and on. I would have loved to see my son return after 2 years, but I really loved seeing him return after 2 weeks. He was a quick learner and had other missions to complete here at home. Right now he is on a road trip for his work. I mentioned how much I don't like him being gone by himself and wise Quinton replied, "mom, your baby boy is growing up!" I guess they all are...
We are nearing the end of tax season once again. We have all survived (barely) and are looking forward to daddy being around a little more. Quinton has it down almost to the minute when he can come home and play ball with his dad. This year we are just going to Boise for the night. Other obligations are keeping us from an extended trip, but will take one later.
Hope this blog finds you all well and appreciating the blessings you have. Enjoy the "time" you have with each one of them.
Wednesday, April 10, 2013
Tuesday, January 22, 2013
Catching up
So I have noticed a decline in blogging posts from almost everyone. Was blogging just a trend? Maybe I just follow lazy bloggers like myself. Or we are all just too busy with real life to have time to sit down and record our thoughts and what's going on in our busy lives.
I am spending my day subbing for middle school English. Usually one of my favorite classes, but they are typing essays so I have nothing to do. So I will use this time to do some catching up of my own.
Lately I have found myself drawn to windows. The frost on the trees every morning is breathtaking to look at. The first thing I do when I walk out to my family room is open the curtains. Even though there isn't much sunshine, it still lets in the light of the new day. And sometimes I am lucky enough to catch some of the sunrise. Windows are interesting things. They let us look out to see things we don't have to actually be a part of, yet because we can see it we become a part of it. Let me give you an example so you understand what I am trying to say.
We have had 20 days since the New Year with the ground covered in snow. At first it was a novelty so of course the kids wanted to play in it before it melted. Little did we know, there was no reason to hurry. As I helped round up the snow clothes they anxiously discussed the fun they were going to have. It's amazing how much fun you can have on a little hill on the side of your house. It was way to cold for me to participate so I went to the big window to watch. I saw the thrill on their rose colored cheeks as they made their way down for the first run of the year. Then they ran to make a snowball or try to build an igloo. Soon it was too cold and they came in asking for hot chocolate. But as I stood watching them many thoughts came into my mind. I have looked out these same windows for 16 years now. Each time there are many of the same things; the neighbors houses, the Owyhee mountains, the farm fields, sometimes bare, sometimes covered with crops and a view of the Melba valley. Other times I see different things. The children have grown and changed over the years. I used to have to watch every move to make sure they were safe and not fighting. I still have to do that, but not constantly. They have changed what they do when they go out to play. Just as they leave every morning I cannot see everything they do but hope and pray that they are safe and setting good examples for those watching them.Some people will be participating with them while others may be watching from a window somewhere.
Sometimes I find myself wishing there was a window looking into heaven so I could see my parents. I miss them everyday and know they can see me and continue to direct me for good.
I'm not sure I portrayed my feelings today but at least I posted on my blog. Can you say the same?
Keep busy living life and doing those things that peope are watching through their windows- just make sure it's somethin you want them to see!
I am spending my day subbing for middle school English. Usually one of my favorite classes, but they are typing essays so I have nothing to do. So I will use this time to do some catching up of my own.
Lately I have found myself drawn to windows. The frost on the trees every morning is breathtaking to look at. The first thing I do when I walk out to my family room is open the curtains. Even though there isn't much sunshine, it still lets in the light of the new day. And sometimes I am lucky enough to catch some of the sunrise. Windows are interesting things. They let us look out to see things we don't have to actually be a part of, yet because we can see it we become a part of it. Let me give you an example so you understand what I am trying to say.
We have had 20 days since the New Year with the ground covered in snow. At first it was a novelty so of course the kids wanted to play in it before it melted. Little did we know, there was no reason to hurry. As I helped round up the snow clothes they anxiously discussed the fun they were going to have. It's amazing how much fun you can have on a little hill on the side of your house. It was way to cold for me to participate so I went to the big window to watch. I saw the thrill on their rose colored cheeks as they made their way down for the first run of the year. Then they ran to make a snowball or try to build an igloo. Soon it was too cold and they came in asking for hot chocolate. But as I stood watching them many thoughts came into my mind. I have looked out these same windows for 16 years now. Each time there are many of the same things; the neighbors houses, the Owyhee mountains, the farm fields, sometimes bare, sometimes covered with crops and a view of the Melba valley. Other times I see different things. The children have grown and changed over the years. I used to have to watch every move to make sure they were safe and not fighting. I still have to do that, but not constantly. They have changed what they do when they go out to play. Just as they leave every morning I cannot see everything they do but hope and pray that they are safe and setting good examples for those watching them.Some people will be participating with them while others may be watching from a window somewhere.
Sometimes I find myself wishing there was a window looking into heaven so I could see my parents. I miss them everyday and know they can see me and continue to direct me for good.
I'm not sure I portrayed my feelings today but at least I posted on my blog. Can you say the same?
Keep busy living life and doing those things that peope are watching through their windows- just make sure it's somethin you want them to see!
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