Saturday, August 20

Angels Everywhere

This morning began at six-thirty as usual.  My children woke up, we all got dressed, and by seven were out the door headed to the store for some much needed groceries and other items.

We went for the other items first.  Then I got distracted at the clearance racks for a while-a nagging in the back of my head ~ my kids would only last so long without any breakfast.  So we headed over to look for what we needed-and then ended with the grocery shopping.  By the time I made it up to the check-out and got everything loaded and rung up, my credit card wouldn't work.  I tried taking off a few items, thinking I'd gone over my budget a little.  After cancelling several things, and it still wouldn't work, I headed out the door with kids who were more hungry and tired than before, and without any food.

As I was driving I looked down at the clock and was surprised to find that our little shopping spree was two hours long.  It was just a few minutes till nine.  Time to go pull the old carpet out of our house to make way for the new.  I dropped my children off at our neighbor's house (the same one who has been helping me in so many ways since we arrived here), letting her know they were starving and headed over to the house.

When I arrived nearly five minutes late, I quickly went around back to get in and unlock the front door and began pulling up carpet.  When I came back out to see if anyone had arrived to help, a guy rolled  down his windowin passing and waved, introducing himself as Brother Cook.  I told him what we were doing, and having the whole minute of experience I did in pulling carpet up, I mentioned how easy and quick it was.

He explained that they were on their way for a family outing-going bike riding, but would help afterward.  Somehow, after letting my comment sink in, he decided to come in and help for a minute.  His wife and kids helped as well.

A minute turned into a couple hours.  And after making numerous trips to their house to get necessary tools to do the job, and working till it was nearly done, he declared that it was time for them to go.

I have learned that pulling the carpet up is the easy part (unless it's on stairs).  It's the detail clean-up work that takes forever-rolling the carpet up, getting it hauled, scraping the parts of the under padding that are glued, pulling staples, etc.  It was a learning experience, and one I will always remember.  At the rate I was working, it was probably the closest thing to a marathon I'll ever know.

The guys that helped were life savers.

I'm just so grateful for their sacrifices to help me out.  There are good people everywhere.

After finishing everything up (noon) we were all exhausted hungry and thirsty. I picked up my children who were also hungry and tired, and realized that the store was still holding all our stuff.  My two littlest girls were melting down a bit, so I knew it was time for lunch and naps, and decided to head home (temp lodging) to get them a quick bite and send them to bed.  Just about there... I peeked back, and one was out.

Change of plans.  Older kids were starving as was I, so on my way back to the store-I would stop at a fast food place.  As we sat in the parking lot and ate to our hearts' content, I was able to bond with my older two - we enjoyed our time.  Once done, I put the two sleeping girls into an umbrella stroller each (as smoothly as possible...I'm afraid I don't have my husband's skill in this area), at which point they both dozed in and out a bit before waking up.  Short naps are never a great thing when shopping with four children.  Nonetheless, I was determined to get it out of the way so I could go home, shower and relax until it was time for my dear friends (yes the only friends I had here until today) to drop off their children so they could enjoy at least a small portion of their anniversary together.

So we headed in once again.  My responsible, attentive older two pushing my sleepy younger two.
I saw our large grocery cart full of our things (including perishables) behind the customer service desk and decided to let a couple go ahead of us, knowing my deal would take a good amount of time-while trying to keep my kids behaving.

When it was my turn, I explained to the sweet girl at the counter that I probably overspent, and asked if she would mind if I just went and put back the things I didn't really need.  She cheerfully said, "That's what I'm here for :)"
I was a bit frazzled trying to sort things out one at a time as my children's energy level skyrocketed.  All the while, she kept reassuring me "I understand", and other kind words that I appreciated in my moment of exhausted reluctancy.

There are a whole lot of good people around here.  I love the blessing of going to new states and witnessing different cultures, diversity of people and experiences.  I'm just so grateful for all I've learned and how much more open minded I've become because I chose to marry a military man.

It was a good day.

At the end of the day, Hyrum asked, "Mommy, was this another bad day?"  I told him that it was a really good day.  He started naming a few things that were hard about today for me (being the intuitive, sweet boy he is).  And I realized that it could have been a bad day-just a few days ago, everything seemed to be going wrong and I wasn't handling it the best. The difference about today is that I got a good night of sleep last night, and I think I recognized the angels that were sent my way to help make my life a little easier, a little more enjoyable.

Saturday, August 13

Our House

The house my kids will grow up in for the next four years...

When I first heard the address, it just sounded right.  We walked through to the backyard first ~and it was BIG with nothing but dirt.  I LOVE landscaping.  We're going to put in grass, maybe a firestone path, some rocks, shrubs and a couple trees.

We walked in the house and my kids took off exploring excitedly.  None of the other houses had this effect on them.  The staircase is wide, every little detail I LOVED.  It just seemed like OUR house!

The only thing is, it was pretty dirty and not well kept up.  But honestly, I'd much rather start with something that is not perfectly kept up.  When I get a chance to work on something, I'm much better at keeping up with it afterwards.

The price is AWESOME.  So no matter what we put into it, within a few months' time, we will have made up for it saving in rent (the only other options being three hundred or so dollars more a month).

Our back yard practically meets the school's yard.  The Temple is fifteen minutes away.  And Hyrum's best friend (plus Ginnie's first ever crush) is just a few blocks away, in the same ward and school.  They will know each other from ages four to ten or eleven by the time we move to our last assignment.  And they have kids within months of our kids' ages, all four.

I'm just excited and so grateful for the Lord's blessings and help.  Things have fallen into place well.  I've got a lot of work ahead of me still.  But one thing at a time, and I still will have my husband's support from a distance.  I will take pictures when I get a chance (may not be until after the carpet is put in).

Saturday, August 6

My Husband

I have been up since two am.  Went to bed at seven...once I was awake, for some reason I couldn't fall back asleep.
This is the day I pick up my husband from the airport and hug and kiss him for the first time in a month and a half.  Feeling a little anxious and excited, I guess.

During my experience here at my parents' home, I have had much time to reflect and ponder upon the ways in which I've changed for the better being away from home.  Marriage can do that to a person.  It can change them for better or for worse.

Being around my parents, cousins, aunts and uncles, grandparents, siblings and so forth, I have seen how my heritage has molded me throughout my life.  I come from a great family full of faithful and good people.  And I married into a family with faithful and good people, and many strengths that I have been introduced to and been able to watch in wonder.

My life is full of great people-one of which, and probably most poignant to my progression is my dear husband.  I love my husband with all of my heart.  Being away from him has helped me to realize more than ever the impact and influence he alone has had on me.  He's so intelligent, strong, and all around just a good person.
I'm glad I was married young.  I was not yet set in my ways-and plenty teachable.  There are so many life lessons that I have not had to experience to learn because of my husband's insight and wisdom.  I have learned so much from his example as well.  It's the daily living that he's good at.  Living up to responsibilities, being kind and patient at home, keeping an eternal perspective, not judging others or holding grudges, desiring God's will above his own, full of gratitude for the natural beauty that surrounds us, working hard, playing hard, enjoying life.  The list could go on and on...

Yes, I'm a little may be late in the game, but better late than never (had a few gliches I had to work out in order to really be able to fall in love).  We will be celebrating our eighth anniversary a little early.  Can't wait for my date with my husband tonight!

I'd better go get some rest now...only a few hours to get myself looking beautiful for my man.  He is my world ~ I'm glad I married him.

Wednesday, August 3


I am thankful for trials which serve to: humble us, lead us to self-reflection and hopefully self improvement.

It's taken me many years to be able to take others pointing out my faults without beating myself up ruthlessly over my mistakes and weaknesses.  I think a large part of why I've changed that is because of the book Weakness is not Sin by Wendy Ulrich.  This is one of those books that seems to take a weight off for those of us who have been living with misconceptions about our own innate goodness and worth.

I think the world of all my family members, and realize with a bunch of head strong people, there is bound to be some disagreements, mis-communications, and offense.  But I wouldn't change my relatives for the world.  I'm beginning to understand that all of our head-strong traits are what leads us to be something extra-ordinary.

I love Jesus Christ.  I can repent and change for the better because of Him.  And He can show me how to use my head-strong nature to become the leader and nurterer I so desire.  I cannot do it without Him, nor do I want to.

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