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Anniversary

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Today, Lance and I have been married for 19 years.

Marriage is fun.

Marriage is hard.

Marriage gave me an amazing partner for life.

Marriage has given me a partner to fight with for the rest of my life.

Marriage has taught me love.

Forgiveness.

Understanding.

Patience.

Gratitude.

Our marriage brought us four incredible children.

These 19 years haven’t been smooth sailing.

Life hasn’t turned out the way we thought it would 19 years ago when we said yes.

But I’m a better person today because of Lance.

I’m grateful everyday that Heavenly Father put Lance in my path.

I can’t imagine getting through this new life without him.

Love you, babe.

Happening Too Fast

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In our church, the children’s program goes until the age of 12 then kids go into a young women or young men program.

The change over happens in January.

Today, we no longer have kids in the children’s program.

It’s hard to stomach.

It would have happened eventually. I know. But it shouldn’t be happening now.

I don’t have “children” anymore. I have three young men.

And I love my young men.

I love our friendships.

But I miss my baby girl. My little lady.

Rory’s Birthday Service Project

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Holidays are hard.

Starting with Halloween, there are a lot of days Lance and I would rather stay in bed.

Our “holiday season” ends February 6th with Rory’s birthday.

Last year, leading up to her birthday is when my sleeping and emotional state hit an all time low.

The one thing that kept me sane was our children’s hospital service projects.

So we’re doing another service project this year!

We’re doing something that was near and dear to Rory’s heart.

ANIMALS!

She loved them all! (Except roosters.)

We’re going to be collecting items for our local animal shelter. And we’d LOVE your help. Here are some examples of things they’re in need of:

  • Fleece blankets and towels (used or new)
  • Wet cat food or broth for sick cats
  • Cat and dog toys
  • Soft cat and dog treats
  • Canned dog and cat food
  • Newspaper
  • Disinfectant wipes
  • Paper towels
  • Bleach
  • Trash bags (kitchen and liner trash bags)
  • Sponges
  • Anti-Bacterial dish soap
  • Latex gloves (Large, medium & small)
  • Q-Tips
  • Rubbing alcohol
  • Band Aids (all sizes)
  • Distilled Water
  • Medical tape
  • Ink Pens (Blue/Black)
  • Duct Tape
  • Tape
  • Batteries (AAA, AA and 9V)
  • Copier Paper
  • Scissors
  • Staplers
  • Highlighters
  • Sharpies (all colors)
  • Paper Clips
  • Rubber Band

    • Message or email me for my contact information.

    Thank you for helping us celebrate her birthday!

    The Christmas Story

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    For Christmas, Lance and I got the boys nerf guns. We thought it’d be a fun thing for them to do in the winter months.

    After we opened presents, we were all sitting around chatting and we started an impromptu nerf gun war.

    It was fun.

    For those few minutes I felt freely happy.

    Not “put a smile on my face.”

    Not hyphenated happy.

    Freely happy.

    Then I got shot in the eye.

    As I laid there holding my eye, I thought, I’m not allowed to be freely happy anymore. That part of my life is obviously done.

    If I feel freely happy then it’ll cause physical pain, mental pain, or emotional pain. It’s just not in the cards for me.

    I was thinking about it more as I sat in the ER with my mom. Then throughout the rest of the day.

    At the end of the night, the seven of us made goals of service and love that we can do throughout this year.

    This is mine: to be freely happy with my family.

    It’s not an easy goal because if I’m trying, then it’s putting a smile on my face.

    Instead, I’m going to try in live in the moment more.

    I’m going to put myself in more situations with them that I can let go. That I won’t feel so hyphenated. If only for a few minutes.

    I want my boys to have more than a hyphenated mom.

    I’m realistic. I don’t think I’ll experience it daily or weekly or probably even monthly. But experiencing it five times in 2019 will be more times than I experienced it this year.

    That’s a win.

    That’s starting to live a Rory life-loving life.

    Christmas Eve Story

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    My mom and I were talking about something new for me to read to my boys and nephews this Christmas Eve. I want something that not only acknowledges the grief but gives the boys an activity to include Rory in our celebration. So I wrote this:

    A Brother’s Christmas Note

    Time has ticked by.

    Second by second.

    I’ve waited and waited.

    Sometimes patient, sometimes not.

    But it’s here.

    It’s finally here.

    Christmas Day.

    I run to the tree.

    My eyes wide open.

    I see my name on presents.

    Picking one up, I give it a shake.

    I dash to the fireplace.

    Our stockings filled to the brim.

    Except one.

    I touch my sister’s.

    She’s no longer here.

    I leave hers hanging and take mine to the couch.

    It’s not long before the rest of the family trickles in.

    My brothers.

    My mom.

    My dad.

    We sit in a circle,

    Like we do every year.

    Each opening a present.

    Cars.

    Games.

    Toys.

    Clothes.

    We each pick our favorite,

    And open it up.

    I pick my new car.

    On my knees, I race it across the room.

    Zooming it into the fireplace.

    I look up, one stocking still hangs.

    Taking it down, I gaze around.

    She can’t play with toys.

    She can’t enjoy candy.

    What can I put in her stocking?

    I find a paper and pen to write a note.

    “Baby Sister,

    I will give mom a kiss for you.”

    I place it in her stocking.

    Happy, it’s no longer empty.

    Dad followed me over,

    “Can I see what you did?”

    I nod and he reads.

    With eyes filled with tears, Dad announces,

    “Each of us will give service to your sister this year.”

    Handing out more paper and pens.

    We each write one down.

    Giving love.

    Giving care.

    Her stocking is fuller than any of ours today.

    She is our family’s angel.

    We realize.

    We know.

    And this is our Christmas miracle:

    She is here.

    I can feel her

    In each hug,

    In each kiss.

    She is a part of our family,

    Part of our love,

    And because of Jesus Christ,

    Our love has no end.

    Because of Jesus Christ,

    We’ll be with her again.

     

    Thank you for loving us. Caring for us. Praying for us.

    I wish you all so much happiness and light.

    I love you. We love you.

    Merry Christmas. 💜