Today is/was my mom's birthday. I am still not sure the proper way to say things like that. Instead of getting all sentimental on you (lest my friends think I am going crazy-yes you Stephanie), I wanted to share a neat story.
A couple of weeks ago I was at Taco Bell with all three kids. In the middle of lunch without any prior discussion of death Zach says, "I think Jesus just reached his arms out of the sky and took meme to live with him." I told him that was exactly what happened. Calyn promptly replied, "Yeah but we didn't get to see it because we were still in Lubbock." I wanted to tell her that even though I was there that I didn't get to see it either but that I knew that it happened because of the peace on meme's face. I figured I would save that info for a time in the future when they have a better grasp of death and heaven.
I am so thankful that my mom got to spend her special day with Jesus.
Saturday, May 30, 2009
Saturday, May 23, 2009
Thank you Mr. Fed-Ex Man
A 'first' occurred at our house yesterday.
I was expecting a work-related package from Fed-Ex.
Fed-Ex packages usually arrive at 10:30am 0r 2:30pm.
The 10:30 am slot passed with no delivery.
The kids usually go down for nap at 2pm.
I debated delaying the nap to wait for the possible 2:30pm delivery.
But I was exhausted and really needed a nap myself.
I put the kids down for nap at 2pm.
I began my usual e-mail/blog/facebook check.
About 2:25pm, I heard a light tapping on my front door.
So soft I thought I might have imagined it.
I quickly hurried downstairs and opened the door.
The expected package was inside my screen door (placed there silently).
The Fed-Ex man was already on his way back to his truck.
He gave me a silent wave.
Wow!
A Fed-Ex man that actually read my sign saying that future Red Raiders were sleeping.
And actually respected my need for quiet.
He made this overly tired mom's day.
So thank you Mr. Fed-Ex man.
I was expecting a work-related package from Fed-Ex.
Fed-Ex packages usually arrive at 10:30am 0r 2:30pm.
The 10:30 am slot passed with no delivery.
The kids usually go down for nap at 2pm.
I debated delaying the nap to wait for the possible 2:30pm delivery.
But I was exhausted and really needed a nap myself.
I put the kids down for nap at 2pm.
I began my usual e-mail/blog/facebook check.
About 2:25pm, I heard a light tapping on my front door.
So soft I thought I might have imagined it.
I quickly hurried downstairs and opened the door.
The expected package was inside my screen door (placed there silently).
The Fed-Ex man was already on his way back to his truck.
He gave me a silent wave.
Wow!
A Fed-Ex man that actually read my sign saying that future Red Raiders were sleeping.
And actually respected my need for quiet.
He made this overly tired mom's day.
So thank you Mr. Fed-Ex man.
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
What I am thankful for right now
We had a wonderful and safe family trip to Albuquerque.
I came home to a clean house.
My housekeeper turned on my air conditioner and forgot to turn it back off so I also came home to a cool house.
My incredibly intelligent husband has trouble working the DVR (he led me to believe that all of one of my favorite shows was not recorded but he was in fact mistaken).
Cherry yogurt and iced animal cookies.
Tylenol P.M.
The tiny kicks of my unborn son.
All three Dallas children are clean and sleeping peacefully.
I came home to a clean house.
My housekeeper turned on my air conditioner and forgot to turn it back off so I also came home to a cool house.
My incredibly intelligent husband has trouble working the DVR (he led me to believe that all of one of my favorite shows was not recorded but he was in fact mistaken).
Cherry yogurt and iced animal cookies.
Tylenol P.M.
The tiny kicks of my unborn son.
All three Dallas children are clean and sleeping peacefully.
Sunday, May 10, 2009
I miss my mom.
The mom who:
loved Jesus,
taught me to love Jesus,
thought my dad was the greatest man on earth,
loved to watch football,
had a heart for missions,
encouraged me to play sports,
prayed for me daily,
attended all of my sporting events,
watched preachers on tv before going to church on Sundays,
made sure the fridge was stocked with my favorites every time I visited,
suggested that I attend graduate school at Texas Tech,
took me shopping for new school clothes every year,
gave food and money to those in need,
always fell asleep on road trips with her mouth wide open,
was a servant,
harassed Hardin-Simmons until they raised my scholarship money level,
tried her hardest to give special gifts even when they were unappreciated,
thought of my husband as her own child,
and
loved my kids with her whole heart.
loved Jesus,
taught me to love Jesus,
thought my dad was the greatest man on earth,
loved to watch football,
had a heart for missions,
encouraged me to play sports,
prayed for me daily,
attended all of my sporting events,
watched preachers on tv before going to church on Sundays,
made sure the fridge was stocked with my favorites every time I visited,
suggested that I attend graduate school at Texas Tech,
took me shopping for new school clothes every year,
gave food and money to those in need,
always fell asleep on road trips with her mouth wide open,
was a servant,
harassed Hardin-Simmons until they raised my scholarship money level,
tried her hardest to give special gifts even when they were unappreciated,
thought of my husband as her own child,
and
loved my kids with her whole heart.
Friday, May 1, 2009
Repeat it with me
There is no crying in t-ball.
Well,
apparently if your name is Calyn, there is alot of crying in t-ball.
Calyn suffered her first injury of the season. She was playing pitcher and got hit with a fly ball in the arm. I think it was the first batter of the second inning (they only play two innings). She came out of the game and cried and cried and cried. I was actually getting a little worried because she usually shakes things off quickly. She cried until ice arrived and was miraculously healed by the time she got her after game snack. She kept saying that the batter did something bad by hitting her. I tried to explain to her that it was her job to catch the ball and that she technically was at fault. It did not help that both the batter and his dad apologized after the game. Awfully sweet, but no help. I just had to laugh.
On the positive side, Calyn did bat really well before the injury. She hit a grounder up the middle that almost hit the center field fence. Now we just gotta work on those catching skills!
Well,
apparently if your name is Calyn, there is alot of crying in t-ball.
Calyn suffered her first injury of the season. She was playing pitcher and got hit with a fly ball in the arm. I think it was the first batter of the second inning (they only play two innings). She came out of the game and cried and cried and cried. I was actually getting a little worried because she usually shakes things off quickly. She cried until ice arrived and was miraculously healed by the time she got her after game snack. She kept saying that the batter did something bad by hitting her. I tried to explain to her that it was her job to catch the ball and that she technically was at fault. It did not help that both the batter and his dad apologized after the game. Awfully sweet, but no help. I just had to laugh.
On the positive side, Calyn did bat really well before the injury. She hit a grounder up the middle that almost hit the center field fence. Now we just gotta work on those catching skills!
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