Dear Mom,

Okay, so I feel pretty silly writing a letter to you. I know you are living it up right now and this letter is really nothing. It's just that I've been missing you a ton lately. I just told a friend today that while life gets easier after losing a loved one, it's still hard and sad sometimes.

I know a lot of my emotion is just from pregnancy hormones. I am 31ish weeks with another baby girl! Isn't that great? Kendall is getting a little sister. While we are so excited, a little part in me is so sad because you aren't here to experience another granddaughter. I know, I know...what you are experiencing far surpasses the joy of another girl. That's so hard to fathom sometimes because I know you would be eaten up with excitement over sweet Arden Abigail. (That's her name. We chose Abigail because of the Gail...to honor you!) I'm sure she would already have a few new smocked dresses, monogrammed bloomers, ruffle socks, and an itty, bitty swimsuit. Those were your things.

Lately, my mind has gone back to when you came for Kendall's birth. It's crazy how vivid those memories are for me. Remember how you flew in on your birthday? You said flying as a handicapped person was the best way to go because somebody wheeled you around the whole airport, carried your luggage, etc. :) I made potato soup especially for you that night and we had homemade hot fudge brownie sundaes for dessert. I also remember you took us to eat at Cheesecake Factory for lunch the next day and you ordered fish tacos. (Why do I remember that??? What a silly thing to remember.) The following day was the day before my due date, and we went out shopping. We bought Kendall's coming home outfit and all the Hallmark ornaments that day, including Kendall's ""Baby's First Christmas" one. It was raining, yet we were out running around in it. I am still so thankful that you were able to be in the delivery room for Kendall's arrival. We have a few video clips of Kendall's first few moments of life and when I watch them, I don't even watch them to look at Kendall, really. I watch them so I can hear your voice in the background. What a precious, sacred sound to me.

What else, what else have I wanted to tell you....

I learned how to sew!!!  I did! I really am so excited about it and proud of myself. Evan's parents bought me a sewing machine and Sheila taught me the basics. Practicing has been a fun little hobby for me this winter.

I've also been writing for Lifeway. Do you remember when I sent in my application to do some writing  before we moved from Arkansas? Do you remember how sad I was when I got an email that said "my samples were received, but they wouldn't use them at that time?" I was so devastated...I thought it meant I wasn't good enough. Well, Mike hooked me up last spring and since then, I've had three sets of weekly devotionals and one article published in the EC magazine, and another set of monthly devotionals published in the KNOWN curriculum. I still don't feel like I am "good enough" to be a published writer, but oh, the lessons I have learned from God's word through writing and the joy it gives me to do something I enjoy so much! I know you would've loved reading it, even if it really isn't that good. :)

Do you remember all the times I called you, upset over my plans not going the way they should? Do you remember all the tears shed? I would be so upset, and you would very quickly call me out and tell me how life is like that. Well, I just want you to know that I'm slowly letting go of my need for control. The Lord is teaching me a lot lately about how it's best to just trust Him at all times. I wish I could tell you all the ways He is bringing about this lesson in my life...it's so good. I hope I really "get it" this time.

You would soooo love Kendall. Y'all would be the biggest buds. She loves everything girly...dress up, make-up, lotion, princess things, jewelry, you name it. We are, right now, in the phase where she changes clothes every five minutes. On Sunday, in the span of one hour, she had on a red dress-up dress, then a pink one, then her everyday clothes, and then her pajamas. All that money you and daddy spent on dance costumes over the years is coming in handy for pretend play now! Kendall really has the biggest imagination. One minute she's a Disney princess and the next minute she's Sharon/Susan from the old Parent Trap. Too funny!

Kendall and I are flying to Arkansas next week. We were supposed to ride back with Daddy at Christmas, but I ended up getting the stomach bug. I was going to go anyway, but Daddy pretty much made me stay home. He's a good daddy, you know, and he knew I was sad about not getting to see all the grandparents and spend more time with our family, so he helped make a way for Kendall and I to come. Whenever I come home it's always so good and so fun, but there is always a little part missing, and that's you.

Like I said, I know this letter is meaningless, but it sure does feel good writing it down. Kendall recently learned the words to the hymn When We All Get To Heaven and every time we sing it together, I can't help but think of you. I'm so thankful for that hope. What a day of rejoicing it will be! I wish you could just tell us all about it...

Miss you so much!
Leah

Wordless Wednesday-Happy Birthday Edition

Noses

A few weeks ago, Evan and I were looking at several pictures on our fridge. I think it all started because I put Kendall's preschool class picture up there and we were looking at it. Anyway, as we were looking at the pictures, we were started talking about who Kendall favored. No doubt, Kendall has Evan's eyes and she seems to have my lips/mouth, but her nose always throws us.

That is, until we started looking at this picture. (Isn't she pretty??)

And then this picture. (And isn't she pretty?)

And then, this picture.

Do you see it?

Kendall has my mom's nose! And my mom has my Mimi's nose!

I'm so glad Kendall shares some distinct physical feature of my mother. Very special to me! And thanks to my hubby for helping me figure this out!

Mother's Day, round 2

For two years, I've had these great ambitions to focus on what Mother's Day can mean to me now. You know...honoring all those people who are "like mom" to me (because Lord knows there are a ton of them out there!)and reflecting on what an honor it is to be Kendall's mom.

Two years in a row, I failed.

I had big plans to buy cards and mail them to several people, but it just didn't happen. When I tried to make the cart go down the card aisle at Walgreens on Tuesday, it just wouldn't go. I got that knot in my throat just thinking about it, and I knew I would break down right there in the middle of the store.

For the second year in a row, I told Evan that I was sorry. I know he counts on me to come through on things like that for his mom, but again this year, I just couldn't. He called his mom tonight and apologized for no card or gift.

It's crazy how much you can still miss a person, but yet have complete peace with the circumstances. I'm not angry at God and I don't question his timing, I just miss her like crazy.

I want to share brownies with her and talk about new found recipes. I want to call and tell her all the funny things Kendall says and does. I want to go shopping with her. Sheesh...I really miss the shopping! I want to ask HER decorating opinion. I want to say, "Remember that time we went walking at 5:30 in the morning and saw _____ (name withheld) in his underwear?" then crack up laughing because even though it happened ten years ago, it's still THAT hilarious. I want her to hear Kendall singing and for her teach Kendall new songs. I want to talk about which flowers to plant where and have her give opinions about what we should do next in our yard. She was just really good at that kind of stuff. I want to discuss with her how my husband is so excited that he can't stand it about going on a mission trip to Africa and I'm a little flipped out about him being across the globe in a semi-dangerous place for a week. Then I want to hear HER say how proud she is of him for his faith-step and of me for being a big-girl.

I could go on and on...


Very recently I heard someone say, "Man, she's driving me crazy!" speaking of their mother. I didn't say a word aloud, but I wanted to say, "Be thankful that you have a mother that can still drive you crazy and don't EVER take it for granted."


Happy Mother's Day. Maybe next year I'll make it down the card aisle....

Chocolate

Pioneer Woman's Mocha Brownies

I nearly cried in the batter bowl as I made these brownies just a few minutes ago. She would love 'em.

Conversations with Kendall

Kendall has been especially fun during this Christmas season. It's really neat to watch her learn things, even though I'm not quite sure she understands it all yet. She has especially enjoyed the Christmas trees in our house and knows which ornaments are okay for her to play with/touch. One ornament in particular is a Baby's First Christmas ornament that is a plush yellow duck with wooden wheels, hanging by a ribbon. It's a Hallmark ornament, so you can probably guess who gave it to us, right???!!!?

I remember buying it, too. It was the day before I delivered Kendall. Mom flew to Louisville on her birthday and stayed with us until about a week after Kendall was born. I delivered Kendall on a Tuesday, and the Monday before, Mom and I got out and about. It was the first cooler day after many, many 90 degree days (in October) and it was raining. We went to a children's boutique to buy a coming home outfit (which was WAY too big) and stopped at a Hallmark store before grocery shopping at Kroger. It's all so vivid in my mind.

This past Sunday, Kendall was looking at the Christmas tree and pointed to her ornament hanging there. She said, "That's mine." I said, "Yes, that is yours. Your MawMaw gave that to you." Kendall then looks at me and asks, "Where's MawMaw?" (I know she has no idea who "MawMaw" really is, but I know she knows from her picture, because we have one hanging on our fridge that we talk about frequently.) I replied with, "MawMaw is in Heaven with Jesus." She repeated me, then was completely satisfied.

About an hour later, I was in the kitchen unloading and loading the dishwasher while Kendall and Evan were playing and talking in the dining room. Kendall out of the blue looks at Evan and says, "Where's MawMaw?" Evan looked at me, and before either of us could say anything, Kendall said, "In Heaven with Jesus?" So sweet.

The conversation hasn't stopped. Today we were out running a few errands, and Kendall kept saying, "MawMaw is in Heaven with Jesus." Each time she said it, I would confirm the answer. Then she breaks out, "I want to see her." All I could say was, "I do too. Someday, we'll get to see her in heaven, but for now all we have are pictures of her so we must enjoy and cherish those!"

Bittersweet times with my precious little one!

Snow Village

Much of my mom's "stuff" is still in place at my parent's house. Everyone is okay with that. We've gone through her jewelry and many of her clothes, but that's about it. Really, I think Kara and I both find comfort in going to dad's house and going through things of hers and bringing something different home with us each time. Someday, there will be nothing left to bring back, so I cherish each time I'm there and "going through" stuff.

Christmas decorating was a BIG deal growing up. Some of my favorite memories of my mom are of us decorating for Christmas. Mom loved all things Christmas...she put out loads of greenery, plaid bows and lights and always had a beautiful tree with all our Hallmark ornaments. She also collected Department 56 Snow Village. I LOVED helping her get all the pieces out and set it all up. I always had a big imagination, so I would do a lot of pretending as we put all the pieces together.

The last time I was at dad's house, I brought back a few pieces for myself. I took the cathedral, the school, a farm house and a few accessory pieces. On Monday, I had the itch to do some Christmas decorating, so I put it all out.

I love it.

I'll bet it's been AT LEAST ten years since any of it has seen the light of day...when mom and dad moved into the house they are in now, she didn't have room to get it out and the more sick she got, the less Christmas decorating she did.

I think she would delight in knowing we are using it, and I'm glad I have another little piece of her here with me!

one year

A year ago tonight, I got a phone call from my dad that rocked my world. I remember so many things about that day...

I remember talking to my dad as I was driving home from meetings at school. Mom wasn't feeling well and didn't want to talk, but I could hear her in the background telling my dad stuff to tell me.

I remember the weather being unseasonably cool, so we went to Cherokee Park to grill out and play on the playground with Kendall. It was SUCH a fun evening.

I remember spending a lot of the night blogging-catching our family blog up-to-speed AND updating on this one.

I remember finishing up at the computer and hearing the phone ring, around 10:30, with my first thought being, "This better not be my dad."

I remember seeing daddy's number on caller id, and my heart pounding.

I remember hearing daddy tell me "Your momma died" and the shock that set in my body. I literally shook for an hour and a half afterwards, and continued shaking the next day as I had to make phone calls to loved ones.

I remember Kendall waking up in the middle of the night that night, which was very rare. Evan tried to go console her, but she didn't settle down until I took her. I sat in her room, just holding her with tears streaming my face.



It's so hard to believe that a year has passed. I'd like to think that I'm bigger, better, stronger, nicer, kinder, more loving, etc, etc. but I really don't think that's true. One thing I do know is that I'm changed.


I love music. I love the way songs can express the way my heart feels. I remember listening to this song as we drove back to Louisville from Arkansas and thought the words were so true. The other day, I had Pandora on, and this song happened to play. The tears just started coming to the point I had to stop what I was doing. (To which Kendall says, "Why you crying, Mommy?" And even though she has no idea, I reply with "Because mommy misses her mommy.") Probably nothing else could express my feelings better than this song...




I miss her terribly, and know many others do the same. I rejoice in having a mother that I CAN miss and knowing that this goodbye is temporary.

As my sweet friend Angie said today, she is "one in heaven years!" Happy "Heavenly" Birthday to my precious mother!

The Decrees of God

I was invited to participate in a women's bible study this summer at a precious church member's home. I was thrilled at the invitation, as Evan and I have grown very fond of this couple and their precious daughters who adore Kendall. When I received the first email about the study, I grew even more excited as I saw the other ladies' names on the list, many whom I highly respect and others that I just want to get to know a little better. The study is actually more of a "book club" format, rather than bible study on a book titled The Attributes of God by A. W. Pink.


For the first meeting, which was today, we were to read chapters one and two. Let me just say that when I started reading the first page of the first chapter, I quickly realized this was not the summer reading I signed up for! The writing is very eloquent, with scripture quoted from the King James Version. I love to read, but I am not one to pick up an intellectual type book out of preference. Reading the first chapter was a shock to my system, not to mention how unqualified and over my head I felt as I soaked it all in.


However, I pressed on. I gleaned a few things from the first chapter, but the very end of the second chapter titled The Decrees of God brought me to my knees with the following quote:

"O my reader, how thankful should we be that everything is determined by infinite wisdom and goodness! What praise and gratitude are due unto God for his Divine decrees. It is because of them that "we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are called according to his purpose" (Romans 8:28). Well may we exclaim, "For of him, and through him, and to him are all things: to whom be glory forever. Amen" (Romans 11:36).

While I have been able to say that "I understand and trust that it's part of God's plan" and I know that his plan is perfect, thanking God and praising him for his Divine decrees in this situation goes against everything that my fleshly mind wants to do. But if I dig deep, I know that I owe God gratitude for his plan, even in my mother's death. My carnal mind does not understand, but I fully trust in Isaiah 55:8-9, believing that God's ways and thoughts are higher than my own.

For that, I am thankful and find reason to praise.

Mother's Day

Last week I started writing a post about Mother's Day, but got busy and never finished it.

Today, I am reflecting. This is so therapeutic for me.

This weekend my dad decided to come and visit. Arkansas had received a lot of rain that was keeping him from working, so he decided to go ahead and take off. I was thrilled, being that I hadn't seen him since Christmas and he's been talking about coming up here for months and it just hadn't worked out.

Before I go on, I don't really know who reads this blog, and it really makes no difference if 10 people read it or 100 people read it because I really just write this stuff to process the events that have happened in the last 9 months. It's EXTREMELY helpful. I just want to be careful with my words.

So, it's no secret that my dad has a special friend that he spends a lot of time with. Her name is June and they have been friends for a long time; they actually graduated high school together.

She came with my dad this weekend.

He asked my permission, and I'll admit that I was very reluctant about saying "yes" at first, just because it was Mother's Day weekend, but really, I could find a million excuses every time he asks as to why I don't want to meet her, so I obliged. Putting off meeting her isn't going to bring my mom back or keep things from changing.

We had a very pleasant weekend. June is very kind and easy to be around. She made herself very comfortable in our home and seemed to enjoy being around Kendall. I like her.

Here are my thoughts on the whole thing:

Really, if I had my choice, my mom would still be living and healthy. That's not going to happen. So, I have to "choose joy" in a situation that I don't really like. The reasons I don't like the situation have nothing to do with my dad or with June, it has to do with the fact that I don't particularly like the fact that God chose to take my mom to heaven with Him. And the reality of that situation is that I have no control and need to understand that God knows best and sees the bigger picture ALWAYS.

Let's just face it, folks. Men just struggle being alone. Especially men that grew up in the era that my dad did. Daddy grew up with two sisters that told me on numerous occasions how they were taught to wait on my Pappaw and him. Then, he married my mom and had two daughters. He doesn't know how to be without women in his life because it's all he's ever known. Bless his heart, he admitted this weekend that he's just been dumping all his clean clothes on the guest bed at their house and not folding them or putting them away!!!

This is uncharted waters for all of us, but inevitable. I think it's difficult to see my dad with someone else, but at the same time have to believe it's just as difficult for him to spend time with someone else after 35 years. I don't think my dad wanting to date someone is any reflection on how much he loved and cared for my mother.

I remember very vividly when one of my friends in middle school lost his mom very suddenly. This friend's dad ended up dating and eventually marrying a friend of my mom's. If I remember correctly, the time that passed was not very long between when my friend's mom died and when their dad remarried. Growing up in a small town, people talked about it. Some thought it was just horrible that he would do that so soon and would hurt his kids that way. You know what I remember? I remember my mom being very happy for them. Sad for the tragedy of the situation and the stress it caused, but glad that two people were able to find companionship with each other.

I would be lying if I said this whole thing is easy for me and no big deal. It's NOT easy, and it IS a big deal. However, I have to play the cards that life has dealt. I know in the process of this I will become stronger, and hopefully be a better person because of it.

Public Thanks

I just want to give a public thanks for all of you thoughtful people out there.

I have received 4 (2 large, 2 small) Mediterranean Fig candles in the mail, and have cried opening every single one of them. Some of you people are just way more thoughtful, way more insightful than I've ever thought about being. I don't think I would have ever read that on someone's blog and said, "You know what? I'm gonna send her one." I'm trying to get there, but I'm just not. Plus, I'm the world's worst at mailing things. That might have something to do with it. :)

Anyway, the candle I took from my parent's house is all burned up, so it's time to break out one of the new ones.

I'm getting there. I've got some thoughts of things I want to do to pay it forward. It's just making time to carry them out!

memories

While Kendall was in the bathtub tonight, I was just thinking about how much my mom would be IN LOVE with her and loving this stage of life. Mom loved little babies and toddlers and just had this way with them that I can't even explain. I don't know ANY kid that wasn't attracted to her from the get-go.

For some reason, this one memory came flooding back to me. Last May, when mom fell and broke her arm, Kendall and I flew to AR to help take care of her. That accident just took a complete toll on her, and I remember being so sad about seeing her in that condition. It was bad enough that she had the oxygen tubes and the port tubes, but then a broken elbow on top of all that...it was terrible! One afternoon during the week, I put Kendall down for a nap and then jumped in the shower. When I turned the water off, I could hear Kendall crying, and was trying to hurry to get to her. When I went in the bedroom, there was my mom--broken elbow and all--rocking Kendall, trying to calm her down. Mom, who hadn't been able to hold her all week, says, "I just couldn't stand it anymore. She was just too sad." I know that Kendall will never know her, but I hope she knows how much she was loved by her Maw-Maw.

I also remember that mom's appetite was terrible that week. All the medicine she was on made her very sick and she couldn't keep down anything. I remember thinking, "I cannot believe I am holding a trashcan for my mother to puke inside!" I know this is so random, but I remember her wanting yogurt, and the whole conversation of her trying to explain to daddy over the phone that she wanted the "Dan-Active" yogurt. (If you know my dad, you can imagine how this conversation went down! I am laughing just thinking about it. I can just hear my mom getting louder and saying "Dan-Active" slower and slower.) :) I also remember making fresh guacamole that week, and her raving over how great it tasted.

Why do these random memories come up? Is it just because I'm trying to hang on to every memory I possibly have???

Her Story

Last night, Evan and I were at a SS class fellowship and in the course of the conversation with a relatively new member of our class, I had to say that my mom died about 6 months ago. I'm pretty sure that's not the first time that I've said "my mom died" but honestly, most of the time when it comes up in conversation, the other person usually says, "I'm so sorry" and moves on.



On one hand, I'm really fine with that. I've learned that we are a generation of people that isn't REALLY very interested in what is going on in the lives of others. We are sad for people, but to really care and listen to their hurts and heartaches is something of which we aren't very good. I think part of it is when you haven't experienced it for yourself, you just don't know what to say. Myself included. I look back now at friends that I've known to experience tragedy in their lives and often wonder, What did I say to them? Did I listen to them? Did they see care and concern or did I just blow it off?



Last night, this person didn't blow off the subject, she asked me if my mom's death was expected or sudden and I was able to explain it was a little of both by telling a shorter version of her story. I think it hit me in the middle of telling, that I hadn't really told mom's story in months, and I'm standing here telling it to someone I don't know very well, who is seemingly genuinely interested. I got really choked up.


It felt good to tell her story. It was nice just to have someone who was kind enough to listen to me babble on, remember my mom, and share my experience of losing her. To top it all off, this person didn't even stop at the how did you lose her but when on to ask how things were now, what the first holiday was like, how my dad was dealing with it, etc. I think it helps with the whole healing process.

It's been a while...

I haven't posted on here...not sure if anyone really checks this site much, but writing is still good therapy for me. I guess since the last couple of months were so full of anticipation and lots of emotions, this month has been somewhat of a break of thinking about mom not being here.

Our Holidays were fine...very bittersweet and I personally wasn't sad to see the Christmas season come to an end this year. I know with time it will get easier.

There are still just moments...

like last Friday night when I went to Target and saw all the swimsuits out. It hit me. Nobody got more excited about bathing suit season coming on than my mom. Last year, the moment swimsuits hit the stores, Kendall had two, plus a cover-up.

like when we went to my dad's for Christmas and there were no magazines to read. Mom always saved all her magazines and kept them in the extra bedroom for Kara and I to read. Daddy didn't know. He was just throwing them all away.

like how my mom knew that my favorite candle in the world was Trapp's Mediterranean Fig. She usually bought two--one for her and one for me. I took the one that was in the bathroom at my dad's house just to have the reminder of her. I'll be sad when it burns down.

like every time Kendall says "baby" and goes to find her baby doll, I just wish I could call my mom and have her hear it. She would eat that up.

like when my cousin Scott was here visiting and he reminded me of how mom was the only one who would (and let the kids d0 it, too) press the bottom of the Russell Stover chocolates to see what was on the inside. She didn't make us eat them after we touched them. I loved that.

It hits at the most random times. I guess that's how it will be for the rest of my life.

I can't say enough how thankful I am for the hope of Heaven and the truth that I will see her again one day--and even the reunion with my mom won't compare with seeing Jesus face to face! Praise the Lord!

Holidays

So, it's been a while since I've posted on here. I've thought about it, just haven't done it. Sometimes, it's kind-of painful for me. Tonight, I'm going for it.

I didn't really think the Thanksgiving/Christmas season would be much different than any other time. I kept telling myself, "My mom really wasn't a big holiday person." The truth is, she really was, she just was unable to really enjoy it in the last few years because of her illness. I have LOTS of fond memories decorating our house BIG for Christmas and special traditions. While we never did the exact same thing each year or get "big" gifts, we celebrated, that is for sure. Mom had a way of making holidays memorable.

Again, it's little things that keep getting to me. Like finding great new holiday recipes, and not being able to call my mom and tell her all about them. I keep thinking about how much she loved to cook and how good she was at it, always trying new things and keeping all the old favorites. My mom had a WONDERFUL spiced tea recipe. And home-made hot cocoa. I don't remember EVER going home during the holiday season and not having one or both of these. Or apple cider. Red hots and apple juice, on the stove in that white Corning-ware, stove friendly pitcher. (I may confiscate that pitcher when I go home. HA!)

I've had a couple of break-down moments in the last couple of weeks, too. Both happening at the mall. Oh, yes. The first one was a couple of weeks ago, when Evan and I were out and about. We ran in the mall because he had some gift card money left from his birthday and went in through the Von Maur department store entrance. (If you aren't familiar with Von Maur, it's a bit swankier than Dillard's or Macy's, but they have GREAT sale racks.) :) Anyway, apparently, their "shopping" music is a live pianist. (I'm not sure if it's this way all the time, or just during the Christmas season.) On our way out the door, we walked by the piano, and I happened to get a glimpse of the lady playing, along with her songbook and I lost it. I just looked at Evan and said, "We've got to get out of here." We barely made it to the doors when the tears started coming. The book the lady was playing from was a Reader's Digest songbook, the Holiday one. The same one that my mom played from. All of these memories just came flooding back of Kara and I dancing and singing in the front room of the big, green, two-story house begging my mom to "play this one, play this one" over and over again.

The second moment came this week, while we were at the mall "walking off our dinner" with Evan's parents who were in town for the Thanksgiving week. We walked in the Hallmark store and I took one look at the wall of Hallmark ornaments, the tears started burning my eyes and my heart started beating so hard I had to walk out of the store. See, since Kara and I were babies, my mom collected Hallmark ornaments for us. Not just any of the Hallmark ornaments, but the series ones. I have two completed series and am on my third, while Kara has one completed series, and is still working on one (that is in it's 25th year this year). The grandkids have them, too. (In all seriousness, I didn't know other people decorated their Christmas trees with ornaments other than Hallmark ones until I was in middle school or junior high. I really thought Christmas ornaments were invented by Hallmark!!! HA HA!!!) Looking at that wall of ornaments just reminded me of one more thing my mom isn't around to do. After a few more tears, I went home, called my dad and reminded him of the tradition and he of course obliged to pay for the ornaments. Kara and I decided we would let him finish out these series, since mom started them, then "pay it forward" for our children in the years to come. It made the most sense to us. So, I went back to the Hallmark store and bought all five ornaments the next day.

I'm sure this is just the first of many in the days to come! Thanks to all of you, again, who think of us and remember to pray for our family. It's still what gets us through!

Missing my Mom...

I'm not going to lie. I've been missing my mom a lot lately. Not really had any tears over it or anything. I just miss her. And it's not really the big stuff that makes me miss her, it's little things...like how Kendall tried to put her paci in my mouth today, then proceeded to try and put it in her baby doll's mouth. Or like wishing my mom could hear Kendall say "Uh-Oh" because it's the sweetest thing in the whole world. Anyway, I'm just missing her.

One thing that is really neat is how other people have stepped in to fill the void that was left when my mom died. Like my cousin Laura making Kendall hair bows. Or Kendall's "Nana Ann" sending packages and calling to check on us. And Mrs. Carol sending smocked dresses. It's not the "stuff" these people send, it's the thoughtfulness behind it. Mom can never be replaced, but these sentiments make it a whole lot easier.

I may have said on here before about how since my mom died, I think about Heaven a lot more than I ever did before, and sometimes long for it in a way I can't describe. The thought occurred to me last night, while sitting in church, that as glorious and wonderful as the reunion in Heaven with my mom will be, the reunion with Jesus will be so much better! It was almost overwhelming trying to picture it, but isn't that an amazing thought?

Happy Birthday!

Today, October 20, would have been my mom's 54th Birthday.

Wonder what kind of celebration she's having in Heaven?!?!? Hopefully, all the hot fudge brownie sundaes and birthday cake she can eat!

How You Live

I really wanted to add this to the last post, but I'm having terrible issues embedding this video to Blogger. I'm not patient enough to figure it out/make it work, so I'm just going to add a link.

Heather Payne, a member of the Christian group Point of Grace, is a member at our church. The week we were without electricity, she sang How You Live at the outside service. I was choking back tears the entire time. (And every time I've heard it since then.) Heather has an amazing voice, but the words of the song are even better. You know how sometimes you just hear a song that totally says what your heart feels? As I listened to her sing this song, I thought two things... one being "this is my mom" and the other being "this is who I want to be."

Wake up to the sunlight
With your windows open
Don't hold in your anger or leave things unspoken
Wear your red dress
Use your good dishes
Make a big mess and make lots of wishes
Have what you want
But want what you have
And don't spend your life lookin' back

So go to the ballgames
And go to the ballet
And go see your folks more than just on the holidays
Kiss all your children
Dance with your wife
Tell your husband you love him every night
Don't run from the truth
'Cause you can't get away
Just face it and you'll be okay

So give to the needy
And pray for the grieving
E'en when you don't think that you can
'Cause all that you do is bound to come back to you
So think of your fellow man
Make peace with God and make peace with yourself
'Cause in the end there's nobody else

Turn up the music
Turn it up loud
Take a few chances
Let it all out
'Cause you won't regret it
Lookin' back from where you have been
'Cause it's not who you knew
And it's not what you did
It's how you live

Here are two links to watch the video. It's well worth five minutes. (At least let the song play while you do something else!) Go here to see it on YouTube or here to see it on imeem. (Which ever works for your computer better!) Oh, and those sweet little blonde kids that you see with Heather? Her precious, precious children.

October

I've been wanting to write on here all week, but can't seem to find the time to do it. I wonder why...we are only in the middle of working on our new house and trying to move in by Friday!!!Add school for Evan, work for me, taking care of Kendall, and church activities...there aren't enough hours in the day to get everything done that needs to get done!

Before I go on about October, I think it's difficult to re-word things after you lose a loved one. For example, I still find myself saying "my mom and dad's house." I don't know if that is correct or not. I mean, on one hand, it is still her house, she just isn't there anymore. On the other hand, when I say it, I'm always afraid the person whom I'm speaking is going to think I'm in denial that I think my mom still lives there or something. I guess I shouldn't worry about what other people think anyway because it doesn't matter. I know I'm not in denial about her death.


I already geared myself up for October being a difficult month. It's only the 4th day (I think it's the 4th-ha!) and it's everything I expected it to be. It all started with my bible study on Tuesday night. It was all about Heaven, and it was all I could do to finish the day. (I'm chasing a rabbit here, but it seems as though the talk of Heaven is what gets to me the most. I mean, just play I'll Fly Away or Mercy Me's Homesick and the tears just start. This is not a good thing when I'm driving to work in the morning.) The next day (Wednesday) was my Aunt Judy's birthday. I knew Aunt Judy was probably okay, but also probably a little sad that she couldn't celebrate with her sister. October 20 is (was...again...how do you say that?!?!) my mom's birthday and then Kendall's birthday is the 23rd. I'm thankful that I have the memories of my mom being in the delivery room for Kendall's birth, but I'm sad that she's not here to celebrate with us this year.

Just remember my all my family in your prayers this month. Thankfully, I have lots to keep me busy. We have to be out of our apartment by Friday, company coming the next two weeks after that (one of those being my dad!) and then I'm hosting a baby shower the first weekend in November. I'm glad to have other things to keep my mind busy, but still, when I have down time, she is the first thing that comes to my mind. It's just hard not to miss her when we've got so much big stuff going on right now!

Dancing with the Stars

My mom's favorite prime-time show, hands down. She was a religious watcher and voter. The night I delivered Kendall, she watched the results show in the delivery room (which if I remember correctly, was the one after Marie Osmond took the plunge on national television). Her favorite season was when Emmitt Smith. She wanted Daddy to take her to the tour show when it was in Nashville that year, but it didn't work out.

Anyway, watch it this season and think of my mom. I am. I may even vote once for her!