Monday, June 26, 2006

Ok, It is absolutely scorching here. I broke down last Thursday and took pity on my children and bought them a simple set pool. Boy was that a three stooges moment as I was putting it together! 2000 gallons of pure summer splendor in a box. The kids hit the door today and three minutes later they were in and I had to drag them out for dinner. I am melting and not even an otter pop can improve my mood at the moment. I keep looking out the window at the "needs to be mowed" front lawn.... It is going to have to wait until it cools off a little! I decided to hide in the basement for some relief. I think we hit a record today. I will have to catch the news to see if we actually did.

Shad and I took the boys up Mountain loop Highway yesterday past Red Bridge and threw rocks in the Stilliguamish river. There are two things that speak to my heart. The sound of the ocean and the sound of a mountain river. It is peaceful beyond belief. I think we have scoped out several possible fishing holes for next weekend. The tall cedars and the cool river can rid your mind of almost anything.

We had a lovely barbecue at my Friend Lynetta's house this weekend. She has a park like back yard that the kids ran around in for hours. Don't you just love the sweaty, ketchup faced look of childhood happiness? a sun filled afternoon of spitting watermelon seeds, what could be better. THANK YOU LYNETTA! We desperately needed the break from unpacking boxes!

It's too hot to concentrate on anything so I think it's time to simply veg.

Thursday, June 22, 2006

How can you not smile?

Tuesday, June 20, 2006

A Gift of Love

Family:
1. a group of individuals living under one roof and usually under one head.
2. a group of persons of common ancestry.
3. a group of people united by certain convictions or a common affiliation.


The true definition of this word is different for each individual and depends greatly upon the circumstances in which they lived and grew.

The last year has been tumultuous for many people I love and has rocked the very foundation of their beliefs in this word where they exist. Whether it is by divorce, death, treachery, denial, secrets, half truths, abuse (physical and mental) or health it seems the ones I love are going through extreme pain and suffering in the deepest places of their fragile hearts and imperfect bodies.

I have avoided postings on this subject since it seems I often struggle for the words to convey the strong feelings of protection and compassion in my heart but at some point it's good to just get it out. Even if it’s just a small part of what I think and feel.

I have come to the realization that there are times when you simply can not "fix" things. Nor can you give the correct "advice." You can listen, you can give your opinion when asked for it, you can offer support and unwavering love but the painful path they must travel is their own.

Recovery:
1. The act, process, duration, or an instance of recovering.
2. A return to a normal condition


What is your definition of this word? What is the expectation of things to pass when its completion is attained? Is there a completion? Is there a moment when you cross the ribbon like a runner with your arms held high above your head and you say "I did it, I made it. I got through it."

What makes one person come to accept what is beyond their control and move above it and forward in their own life and yet another anguish in despair forever because events can not be changed? It's not unlike a child that has been molested. Some, unfortunately, end up molesting their own children. Some do, some don't. The truth of that mystery is what escapes understanding. Why can some heal and others not?

Please, you may never be able to accept what has happened in your life completely, but you can accept that you are going to have to find a way to go on.

Each person’s pain is their own and each will deal with it in their own way. It is not up to another to judge the extent of their pain or the length of time in which they have to feel it. Nor do they have the right to even define it by their own life experiences.

I am amazed at the "high and mighty" attitude that some people can inflict on others. Who died and made you God? That's what I would like to ask a few individuals. Where is your compassion, your empathy, your love?

They say that the strongest bond of love is between a parent and a child. That comment is only true if the parent had the right to be a parent in the first place. The "bad parents" are the ones that make a mockery out of the true nature and feelings of the word family. Like a doctor with an oath to uphold, a parent should "do no harm." Sadly, this often is not the case. A marriage vow should be as intended, "until death do us part." How sad that it is the exception if you can make it that far. On the other hand a spouse should never harm their partner, physically or mentally. Love will not suffer all, you have the right to step away from what was once Love into safety and eventual happiness. Integrity, truthfulness, "doing the right thing" should be the norm. Instead, broken families, broken lives, broken hearts and broken spirits are left in the wake of selfishness, dominance, and insanity.

God and religion may be your safe harbor or you may turn all your grief and rage into anger towards him. Your beliefs are your own. No one has the right to tell you what is right for you. No one has the right to judge you. You may not believe in God at all. What you choose to believe and take comfort in is your right as a human being. My beliefs do not have to agree with yours.

To those that touch my life and my thoughts on a daily basis:

I love you. I applaud your strength, your character, your compassion, your spirit. You are courageous by simply being who you are and being alive today. I am here for you. Do not hide behind your pain. Show it for its harsh and raw reality, it is yours to own. It is real. No one has the right to judge you for dealing with it privately or publicly.

You have had parent's that did not deserve you. You have had spouses that did not deserve you. You have been through things that no one will understand. You have had lives that were taken away from you or lost that should not have been.


You are right, it is not fair. Feel your pain if the day dictates that, but do not feel guilty when your day is free from it. It will ebb and flow through your lives like the ocean. When you need me I am here. Remember that I love you for who you truly are and I thank you for trusting me with the most intimate pains of your heart.

You are never alone...

Friend:
1. One attached to another by affection or esteem.

Sunday, June 18, 2006

A Moment of Bliss

It is Sunday. It is beautiful outside. My husband is in the garage lovingly cleaning and organizing his tools. My children are in the backyard laughing and chasing each other. My dogs are chasing the children, barking at the soccer ball. I am sitting on the back deck, in the sun, stretched out on a chaise lounge eating an otter pop. I have been waiting for this moment for months.

Love the life you live and all of its splendid little moments...

Sunday, June 11, 2006

Were Here!

We are officially in our new home. It is a sea of boxes and small paths to each room but the "Great Unpacking" has begun. We are so happy to finally be moved and done with the house buying process. I think we are in a coming down faze from all of the excitement because my hubby and I are just dead tired. We keep looking at each other and smiling though. It feels nice for this to be "ours." T and I are taking a break and headed off to get Grandma in a few minutes to go and see "Dora the Explorer Live". I can't wait to watch his eyes light with excitement. I will miss all the "little kid" activities as they get older.

I need to take a moment for some THANK YOU's.

Lea, Nic, Russell, Taylor, Colette, Garrett, Steve, Will, Mom and "the best babysitter ever" My father, Ron.


THANK YOU

Without your help we never would have gotten everything out of the house, into the new house and the truck back on time. And the fact that I could actually walk and move the following day goes to show how much you all did and how hard you all worked. You have Shad and I's sincerest thanks.