not my best, but my thoughts just the same

So, yesterday I took Zach to get the necessary shots for his mission. It brought back a lot of memories from when I had to take little ones for their childhood immunizations. I used to have someone else take them so I didn't have to hear them cry. Zach and I were both a lot more brave yesterday, but seeing as I hate needles it still wasn't easy for me to watch. Zach and I have been spending a lot of time together lately which will make sending him off all that more difficult, but I enjoy that time and getting the chance to see that somewhere he really DID grow up and become a decent human being. Last week as I was pondering all of this I was inspired to write a poem. I haven't written anything new for quite awhile, maybe this blogging stuff is a good idea after all. I call it "Bittersweet Moments"

"It's a boy!"
A life of joy and thrill
But inside I am empty
His movements I don't feel.

He starts to crawl, then walks
His freedom he is seeking,
He babbles and then learns to talk
To strangers he is speaking.

First day of school
He's growing way too fast
He looks toward the future
I 'm remembering the past.

Graduation day
I'm proud as I can be
But how did this happen?
Yesterday he was only three.

"You have been called to serve..."
We all wait anxiously-
My son, a son of God
Is a missionary.

Like I said, not one of my best but my thoughts just the same. So mommies out there waiting for your little ones to grow up, slow down and enjoy each special moment . It goes by way too fast.

first poem

Kimberly helped me add a picture so you could see who the 13 Up On the Hill are. This was taken in Germany in August. The 13th one in this picture is one of our many "adopted" friends of Zach's, Christian. We stayed with him and his mother, Ida, while visiting Germany. When the new baby comes in June , that will be number 13 of the Hill family.



I told you one of my passions is poetry so I decided to add a poem a week to my blog. Most of them have been written for years but not shared with anyone. I haven't written anything new for awhile but plan to do more of that now. By the way, sorry for the typo's in the last post. I am a grammar and spelling phanatic so that is out of character for me and hopefully will not happen very often. (especially since I know where spellcheck is now!)



This poem was written several years ago while I was watching my 2 youngest playing outside. We waited a long time for these two to join the family so I would often just observe them together. One day I realized I had everything in my back yard that anyone could ever wish for.



My Backyard



Everything I ever wanted

is in my own backyard.

A swingset and a swimming pool

a trampoline and slide.



A climbing gym and playhouse

a see-saw and some sand;

I skip and sing and dance and dream

my brother by my side.



In the nearby window

is my mother's watchful eye,

she sees us play together

her voice our constant guide.



She wants us to be happy

but she has so much to do-

so she gave us our own playground

a place to run and hide.



Everything she ever wanted

is in her own backyard

A family so full of love

her source of joy and pride.



So, there it is. Your first glimpse into my life and how I see things. FYI, I did get the pantry cleaned all by myself. Jenna asked me if Beth came to visit when she saw it! I wonder where Beth learned to do things like that!



Well, best get on with my day. Activity Day for the girl's is this afternoon. Until next time...

getting started...

So, I have decided to start a blog. Nothing better to do right? Actually, I do have a lot of free time and I really enjoy writing so I thought this would be a fun and easy way to express my feelings and share my thoughts with others. I like to write poetry and lyrics to songs. The tunes are in my head but never get to paper. One of these days I will sit down at the piano and figure the notes out. Today I am cleaning out my pantry. My daughter, Beth, will be glad to know that so she doesn't have to some out and do it for me. Other things needing done are the storage room and the extra bedroom, also known as the baby room, craft room and whatever else you want to call it room. When I figure all this out I will add pictures and other things to make this worth your time. Actually, what inspired this was watching Julie and Julia the other night. I didn't really care for it much the first time but it got me to thinking about how much I like to write my poems and this is a good way to sahre them. So check back often for some words of inspiration (or not) and see how the family "up on the Hill" is doing.