Tuesday, August 30, 2011

Football

Our son loves football. Like obsesses over and doesn't want to talk about anything but football. If you want to be his friend, just talk to him about, well, football. His bedroom is basically a shrine to the Pittsburg Steelers complete with fatheads, posters, and pillows all representing his favorite team. So, it's a pretty happy time and crazy busy time for our family right now. It's completely worth it though because there is nothing like watching this kid play, win or lose. His team did win last week though...I'm just saying.


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Monday, August 15, 2011

A Random Afternoon

It was one of those days. You know the kind. You're completely out of cool mom ideas. The kids are sooooooo ready to be back in school. You are sooooooo ready for them to be back in school. So I came up with maybe my last cool mom idea of the summer. It was pretty much a miracle that I even had one left.

My daughter and I went on an "adventure" today. We looked for adventurelike things to photograph, and this post is the result of the last cool mom idea of the summer. Enjoy.

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Sunday, August 14, 2011

The Man Who Would Slay For Me

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Meet Uncle Jack.

I know he would slay for me because he told me he would, and I'm pretty sure this man is a man of his word.

Let me explain.

The fam recently paid this slayer a visit. I've never been in such awe of a person before. Uncle Jack is a veteran of three wars - WWII, Korea, and Vietnam. He was a fighter pilot. He tells jaw dropping, can barely breath for fear of missing one little detail, stories. He plays the trumpet. He misses his wife terribly, who recently passed at the age of 90. He's sharp as a tack. And he basically defines the word cool.

After a couple hours of visiting and story telling, it was time to go. Uncle Jack was saying his goodbyes to us, and when it was my turn, he held me there and said, "I would do anything for you. Who would you like me to slay?" I guess my eyes did it for him, and he made this incredible statement. I never knew my eyes had such power! There isn't really anyone I need slain right now, but I'll keep it in mind Uncle Jack.

We left and I had to hold back the tears. He waved to us from his porch, we drove away, and I had to hold back tears. I remember holding my husband's hand in the car and I knew that I was more in love with him than I was before we walked into Uncle Jack's front door. Something about visiting this man made me love my people more than before. Maybe it is the perspective he has on things. Maybe it was his stories about his trumpet and how it saved his life on more than one occasion. Maybe it was the way he got emotional when he spoke of his wife and how much he missed her. Golly, I don't know what it was, but I fought back tears the entire visit, and now I can't wait to visit with Uncle Jack again.

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If you'd like to hear from Uncle Jack himself, click here.



Saturday, August 13, 2011

Lost and Found

I wore these earrings the day I married my husband and then also the day we were sealed.

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They hold great sentimental value for me. Aside from my wedding ring, they are the most valuable thing {sentimentally speaking} I own. I'm a real sap, and sort of planned on them becoming a family heirloom, something my daughters would wear when they get married.

Then, I lost one. I was devastated, panicked, and heartbroken all in one nauseating moment. It wasn't until I was getting ready for bed, brushing my teeth and looking in the mirror that I discovered one was missing from my ear. I let out a gasp. Husband came to my aid, worried something terrible had happened. It had and I explained. We looked in all the usual places, but couldn't find it. I went to bed that night, tears streaming down my face, hoping I would somehow find my earring. Please oh please, let me find my earring.

I dreamed about finding my earring the next two nights, and then woke up horribly disappointed because it was only a dream. I told the kids my earring had gone missing. "Oh no, not your wedding earring!" was our daughter's reply. "Yes, yes, my wedding earring." They helped me look too, but still no luck. Every time I thought about it, a sickening feeling came over me, so I made an effort not to think about it more than I had to.

Then one night, my husband told me he would go over to his parents house and look. We thought that it may have fallen off while we were visiting with them. I knew that if he couldn't find it there, it may be hopeless. It was the last place to look.

Twenty minutes later, I received a text: I've got it! I about cried. It was lost, and now it was found. I understand that it was just an earring, an object, a thing that probably could have been replaced. I'm not the type to care about stuff. Stuff is stuff, but this earring was not stuff. It represented something very special. My world forever changed while wearing these earrings. I was promised an eternity with the love of my life while wearing these earrings. I made the most important promises any woman could ever make while wearing these earrings. And then, I imagined being able to pass on all those memories of hope, promise, and love onto my daughters through these earrings.

Now I can.

Thursday, August 11, 2011

San Clemente {Part 3}

While I was in California, I was able to have a girls hangout-gab fest, which I must say was way overdue. I haven't had any alone time with my girls {we've been friends for like ever} since I got engaged two years ago. We stay in touch in all the normal ways, but face to face uninterrupted girl time is priceless. So in an effort to make this fabuloso evening happen, one of my friends kicked out her husband and children {thanks Deanners!}, and made us some yummy grub. Over our chicken salad sandwiches, we caught up, reminisced, and laughed our heads off. Our evening lasted about 5 hours, and I still think I could have gone another 5 hours and not felt like it was enough time. Thank you girls for such a wonderful evening.

But then it gets better. They all met me down at the beach on our last day of vacation with kids in tow, which meant more girl time, and all our kids were able to play together on the greatest playground on earth, the beach.

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Wednesday, August 10, 2011

San Clemente {Part 2}

The best part of visiting California in the summer is seeing the people I love that I don't get to see very often. We camped with the whole fam, minus my brother and his wife {sad face--they live far away in Florida} which includes Mom, Dad, two sisters, their husbands, and my lively 2 year old niece.

Living 700 miles away from what I called home for most my life can be hard. I planned my wedding without my mom and sisters nearby which was more difficult and stressful than I ever imagined it would be. There are no more just because lunches and window shopping with my mom, or gossiping/laughing sessions with my sisters. And then there are the times that I just want to curl up on my parents couch on a Sunday afternoon and lazy the day away like old times. So seeing these people who claim me is always so special and wonderful and it makes me very, very happy.

Another thing that makes this beach trip so special to me is the tradition of it all. Going to the beach when I was young excited me as much as Christmas. We would go on a Saturday, which meant my dad could go too, and play in the surf all day. Then we would roast hot dogs and s'mores for dinner, and talk and laugh around the fire. Most the time we would fall asleep in the car on the way home, and then be carried to bed by our dad. Seriously, one of the best memories I have. I love passing this onto my husband and kids.

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Tuesday, August 9, 2011

San Clemente {Part 1}


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We took the fam to one of my favorite places on earth, San Clemente. Last summer, Southern California was having some unusual and ridiculously cold conditions, so our annual trip to the beach was a bit dreary. Not so this year. The weather gods were shining down on us, which resulted in weather perfection and some great memories.
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Maybe the only body on the beach covered with long sleeves. Poor Husband and his Scottish skin didn't do so well the first day, so he covered up for the rest of our stay.
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