Friday Letters

Dear Children, you are all improving in school, this makes me happy. Not being allowed on the playground during three parent teacher conferences and not getting in trouble makes me extra happy. Dear Presidents Day, the best thing about you was not having any school for the kids. Dear House, getting two offers in the first two days is pretty cool, having to do all the paperwork is really NOT cool. Dear Kaden, you are failing spelling no matter how much we practice, but today you brought home a reward because you got 100% on your spelling test. The first thing I said was "did you cheat"? remember mom of the year, right here. You said very seriously "I don't know, it was like I could just see them in my head when I was thinking, is that cheating"? I asked if you looked at anyone else's paper and you said NO! Then you didn't cheat! We hugged and laughed and yelled and high fived, it was a real miracle. You said your teacher told you she was going to cry. And on top of that you are good citizen for showing respect at school and get a donut, personal pizza and an award at flag ceremony. I am proud of my boy. Dear Teacher, when you started explaining to me what my fifth grader is doing in math I totally sat there pretending that I knew exactly what you were talking about. Lady, you lost me at the word Math. Dear Dentist, you are such a good dentist and a really nice man, but when I am finished with my dental work I am going to pray I never get a cavity again. Dear Finger, I am appalled at how much one finger can hurt. I must have gotten something shoved under my fingernail and it was starting to get infected. My finger was swollen and red hot and it hurt if even the air touched it. I barely slept for four days because in my dreams my fingernail was being pulled off. Like I said I had no idea how bad it could hurt. It took a week of applying pine gum before it started to feel better. Dear Awkward, falling down twice in one week, one of them being in Ikea. And being covered in bruised from running into things. Did I mention I get clumsy when I am under too much stress. Dear Awesome, six Ikea cinnamon rolls for $4.00. Dear A&L, it was nice visiting with you and letting the kids play together. Dear Brother, it was nice to talk with you on the phone. I love you and you are in my prayers. Dear Self, all I can say to myself, still, is you can do hard things.

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Friday Letters

Dear Children, walking through your room makes me feel like I'm in a movie, you know, with a room full of lasers and I'm trying to get to your dresser in the dark to put your clothes away. You have to be very careful where you step and how you shift your weight, never hastily put your whole foot down you have to feel it out with your toes first. Except instead of being fried by a lazer I step on a lego or polly and am forced to say generic bad words in my head. Laundry can be a deadly business. Dear Long Day, you felt so long, running here, running there. Getting there and realizing I forgot the files I was running there to drop off, running home to get them off the counter. Never ending whining and bickering and mess and chores, grocery stores and meals and cleaning and on and on. I had a headache and that can make everything seem so loud and never ending. Dear Booby Trap, no not a bra. The kind when it's been a long day (see above)and you open the cupboard to make the kids lunch and someone has carefully balanced the Hershey chocolate syrup upside down as to savor every drop leaning against the cupboard. It falls on your face trying to catch it, it bounces off of you, off of the toaster and hits the only place on the wall where there is a little hanging plate of antique praying hands. It crashes to the ground smashing all over the kitchen floor. And then I spend the next forever super gluing it and my fingers back together. Technically is this my fault or the kids? Dear Marlo, I loved every second I got to come and hold your sweet little baby, it made my heart feel so happy. Perfect V Day gift to myself. Dear Perfect Job, you would be holding and loving newborn babies all day. Some seem to be extra special and heal my broken heart. I would like this job to pay lots and lots of money. Dear Blue and Gold, like usual I didn't want to go, but Kaden did a great job speaking in the microphone to do the colors or what ever they call it, he didn't even turn bright red he seemed happy and comfortable and I knew what he was saying. And who knew I would make such a new wonderful friend, we talked for hours afterwards. Dear Kaden, you were watching some older boys after scouts who were at mutual and came to me because you saw them being mean to one boy and making fun of him when he fell off his bike and cut his knee and they kept teasing him and pushed him. You hunted them down and would not let me leave the building until you watched me give them a good talking to about bullying and being nice. These boys were at least 6 or 7 years older than you, but you didn't care. You are my favorite boy in the whole world and I am so proud of you and who you are inside. Dear Eye Spasm, you show up every time my stress level gets a lot too high and I get way too tired. It feels like my whole eyelid it twitching, I wonder if it looks the way it feels. I'm guessing this is probably not the best sign. Dear Dad, thank you for helping me get my house ready to sell. After sitting there for over a year it would have taken me a long time to do it by myself, but with your help it took only a few hours. And if you hadn't been there I probably would have wandered around my house crying and gotten nothing done. Dear B&D, thanks for watching my kids and then letting us over run your night while I sat on your couch doing nothing but rambling on and on. Dear Self, this has been such and emotional week for me. I didn't know I would have to leave my house again and I didn't know how hard it would be for me. It may have been the only place that has ever actually felt like my home and I miss it. Having to walk away from it twice has been a little too much for me.

Who I am

Another constant thought/prayer. Everyone needs this reminder some times.

I need gps....

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Friday Letters

why no.. this isn't awkward at all..

Dear Children, you are growing up too fast I wish life would slow down a little. Dear Lori, you are the best Vt/Scout leader. Thanks for having us over Kade was in heaven with an air soft gun war. My kids think you are so cool. I admire you. Dear Kaden, you did so great at your basketball game, I love to watch you improve and learn new things. Dear Headaches, you can strike anywhere. Kind of like sadness. With in ten minutes I can have a blinding headache or crushing sadness. Headaches and sadness suck the life out of you. Dear Nephew, it is strange that you are old enough to just up and move across the country, love you. Dear Hazel, up all night with you and a fever, I hate it when you aren't feeling good. Dear Shots, getting all of my immunizations and that darn tetanus shot, I had three shots and blood drawn because I have no records. Why do I have to have two TB tests for school? I was very brave, Hazel on the other hand cried all the way home because she was scared I was going to cry. After checking my titers I didn't need half of the shots I got. My arms are sore. Dear Prayer, I have had two prayers answered this week. Very specific things too. I love it. Dear Awkward, running into a metal pole in the middle of the grocery isle with my cart while looking at my list. I had a headache. After that Hazel kept saying watch out mommmy every time I passed someone. Dear Life, having to start over on the divorce papers and do all of the paper work to sell my house, makes me want to just sit there and cry. Dear Self, I can do hard things, even with a huge headache.

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Friday Letters

this tree reminds me of Reno, only it wouldn't look like this in Feb.

Dear Children,I love you so much, it kills me to see you sad, but it makes everything worth it when I see you happy. I wish everyone could understand how hard all of this is for you. Dear January, I cannot believe how fast you went now that you are gone, too fast. Dear Funeral, there was such a sweet but heartbreaking spirit there for everyone who loved David Glass and his family. Laughing then crying and having such a sweet example of how a man should truly love his wife and serve God with such love. My heart aches for his family, in every prayer. I appreciated the remarks from the Bishop about grief, you could tell he has felt it before. Dear Briana, I have thought of you so much this week and your beautiful family who are still grieving. Funny thing when ever I am thinking of you a lot little Avary comes and starts talking about you. That is just how you are you came and won over my six yr old for the rest of her life in one day with your sweet spirit. I miss you, but I am sure you are winning many more hearts where you are. Love You. Dear Brandi, having us over for breakfast for dinner was brave of you. Ha. You make me laugh. You have been crowned the best aunt ever. Trying to explain relations to little people is a waste of time so you are now an aunt! Dear Lil Sis, Hope you had a good Birthday and I hope you enjoyed your giant cream puff cake with strawberry topping. Dear Kade, you are improving in basketball and you leave happy. Worth my Thursday nights? Yes. Dear Hair, I was so unhappy with you. I got a new hair cut and tried to go dark brown, but this stubborn red will always shine through. It is so nice not to have split ends though. I forgot that my hair is supposed to be soft and shiny. Dear Surprise of the Week, finding out technically I still own a house. Whaat? No, really that wouldn't have come in handy to know at all, especially for the last SIX MONTHS that me and four children have been living in my parents house. Now lets all say short sale together. Too bad I can't buy my own short sale. Dear Theme for the Year, I am changing you to "I Can Do Hard Things" I say it enough times a week I think it is appropriate. Come What May and Love It went right along with my goal to have a better outlook on the future, but I admit that half the time I want to tell my future to shove it cause it feels too hard. Dear Self, I can do hard things. Try to believe this.