Trials

These last few days have been filled with sadness, worry and heartache for many people that I love and care about.  They have also been filled with prayer, faith, love and service by all those around them. 

Friday afternoon there was a boy around Maddi's age who suffered a gunshot wound to the chest.  He played baseball with my boys a few summers ago.  We have known their family for about 11 years.  Later that day we heard about another friend who had an accident on a wagon train, leaving him with two rods in his neck and a neck brace for 3 months.  We have known him and his family for about 12 years.  Today we found out that another friend who had previously suffered a stroke to his right side, had suffered a stroke to his left side and his beautiful wife who has been helping to take care of him is battling breast cancer.

Amidst the many strong emotions of worry, fear and sadness, I have watched in amazement at the equally strong and opposite emotions of love, selflessness and peace.

All of these incidents occurred to people of strong faith.  People who lived to the best of their ability and followed Christ's teachings.  During this, they did not turn away, they stepped closer and brought all of us with them.  They reached out for prayers, they shared their feelings of peace and comfort.  They praised God for the blessings of recovery, friendship and help.  They were joined by so many who were sending their prayers to Heaven, knowing that there was Someone up there listening, loving and taking care of things.

Life is full of trials on all different levels.  Some trials are just pesky little nuisances like rain at a picnic.  Some are longer lasting like an illness.  Some are devastating like a destroying tornado that steals away everything in it's path.  All can be life changing.  All can bring us closer to Christ.  All can make us more like Him.

There are times, whether the trial be small or large, that we feel like we are out there all alone, buried under the waves of hardship, deep in the darkness of sorrow.  We feel like no one can understand our life and struggles.  However, Jesus Christ can.  He has felt them all perfectly.  He knows each heartache, each sorrow, each pain that we feel.  He has felt each wound and suffered for each sin.  He never leaves us alone.

In the Book of Mormon (which for those who don't know, is another book of scripture that we, as members of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, use in conjunction with the Bible) there is story of a group of people who, under God's direction, built barges to take their families across the ocean to a land that God had prepared for them.  They got in their barges and "commended their lives to God."  During this voyage God caused there to be a great wind that blew them towards the "promised land".  These winds that were blowing them where they needed to go also caused great storms.  There were times when their barges were buried under the water as storms raged around them.  Sometimes it was for days that they were tossed about with the waves crashing and burying them.  And so they would cry out to God and He would bring them back to the surface again and cause the waters to calm.  Eventually they landed on dry ground and immediately praised God. (https://www.lds.org/scriptures/bofm/ether/6?lang=eng).

I have referred to this scripture story many times in my life.  These people were righteous.  They were doing what the Lord had commanded them.  They were obedient and faithful.  Yet they were faced with trials.  On the very journey that God had sent them on, by the very winds that He caused to blow, they were buried and tossed.  Yet as they prayed and praised, God heard them and brought them safely to their destination. 

Stories don't always have happy endings.  We lose jobs, homes, belongings, loved ones, friendships, etc.  But we can use these experiences to bring us closer to God.  He will lift us up out of the raging waters.  He will calm the storms in our hearts.  He will send the peace of knowing that all is well.  He will surround us with His love.  He will give us the strength to take the next step, climb the next hill and fight the next battle.

Today in church we sang the song, "I Believe in Christ".  These are some of the words from the hymn that touched my heart as I thought about those that I love and care about and the trials they are facing right now...

I believe in Christ, who marked the path,

Who did gain all his Father hath,

Who said to men: "Come, follow me,

That ye, my friends, with God may be."

I believe in Christ--my Lord, my God!

My feet he plants on gospel sod.

I'll worship him with all my might;

He is the source of truth and light.

 

And while I strive through grief and pain,

His voice is heard: "Ye shall obtain."

I believe in Christ; so come what may,

With him I'll stand in that great day

When on this earth he comes again

To rule among the sons of men.

I am so grateful for my knowledge of my Savior, Jesus Christ.  I am so grateful to have the gospel in my life, to know that I am never alone.  I am so grateful for a loving God that is always there with outstretched arms waiting for us to reach out to him.  I am so grateful that "God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life."  This life will have it's challenges, but because of God's love for us and because of Jesus Christ's love for us, we will be able to overcome this life and be with them again.

Take a Walk

Today someone made a comment to me about Zeke that kind of upset me.  It wasn't necessarily what was said, but how it was said.  It was kind of sarcastic and judgmental and just rubbed me the wrong way.  I didn't say anything but it has caused my thoughts to wander some ☺ Zeke is a 9 year old boy dealing with Tourette's and ADHD.  He is learning how to cope with his energy, his tics (although mild right now) and trying to feel normal.  I do not make excuses for him.  If he is naughty then he will face the consequences.  However, I do try to be understanding, as much as possible, of what he is going through.  I don't understand it all and I am a grown up.  How can I expect him to understand it? Aside from this, he is a very thoughtful and kind boy.  He wants to be good and make good choices.  He feels horrible when he doesn't.  He is helpful and loving.  He is funny and goofy.  He has a strong testimony of Jesus Christ.  He loves to read the scriptures.  He loves his family and he loves Nava, our Irish Wolfhound.  He is more than a wiggly boy at school, so much more.

I guess, my thoughts today are leading me to the fact that we don't know what the other person is going through or dealing with.  We may look at some one and think, "What the heck?  What is your problem?" Some people's flaws and shortcomings are more noticeable than others.  We all have them though.  Sometimes we need to step back and take a walk in their shoes.  We need to try to understand them, care about them, love them, and NOT judge them!

Words can hurt, judgments can leave lasting impressions - good or bad. We have the opportunity in this life to build or to demolish.  Which one are we doing?  I love that Zeke's class this year is learning about filling one another's buckets.  His teacher does a great job teaching her class how to do that.  How does she do it?  By example.  She cares for each child in that class.  She has patience, far beyond what I could muster!  She compliments, encourages, forgives.  She understands.  She takes time to walk in their shoes.  She has been the perfect teacher for Zeke this year as he deals with his life and begins learning about himself.  What a blessing she has been!

Our place in life is not to judge but to love those around us.  Christ, the only perfect person to walk this earth, spent His life loving those around Him.  They did not always seem deserving of love.  Some were sinners and viewed as unclean.  Some were poor and considered less of a person.  Some were from the wrong country or the wrong beliefs.  Some were sick or disabled.  Most were passed by and wrongly judged by others.  Christ saw them only as children of God and loved them with a perfect love.  He took time to understand them, talk with them, heal them and lift them up.  He took time to teach them and bring them to Him.  He turned away none that came to Him.

My father, I have mentioned before, had polio when he was a one year old that left him paralyzed from the waist down.  Growing up, I saw the effects of wrong judgments, prejudices, and misunderstanding.  I also saw a man who freely forgave, who didn't judge though he was constantly judged.  I saw a man who served and took time for others though, at times, no one took time for him.  I know I am guilty of judging.  I know I do not always take the time to walk in another's shoes.  Having him as my father has opened my eyes to those around me and I hope that it has helped me to look at others differently.

Having Zeke come in to my life has reopened my eyes to all of this. It has made me more aware of the judgments of others and also reminded me to judge less.  We never know what some one else is going through.  We don't always understand why they do what they do.  We need to take the time, open our eyes and our hearts and take a walk in their shoes. 

Persevere

per·se·vere

[pur-suh-veer]

VERB (USED WITHOUT OBJECT) [PER·SE·VERED, PER·SE·VER·ING.]

 

1.  to persist in anything undertaken; maintain a purpose in spite of difficulty, obstacles, or discouragement; continue steadfastly.

 

This is my word this year.  It is a word that is encompassing all that I am doing right now.  The definition is constantly going through my mind as I try to push through and become better.  I wear this ring every day.

I put it on first thing every morning and take it off last every night.  I look at it often throughout the day - to remind me.  This year has been a big adjustment for me.  I went from not working outside the home for the last 13 years to working fulltime.  I love it and I love the people I work with, but it has been a huge adjustment.  I am gone all day and then it seems, with the kids' activities, I am also gone all night. 

 

This fall I had 3 in football, one in cross country, one in volleyball and one in gymnastics.  This winter I had 5 in basketball.  Now it has slowed down and I only have 2 in track.  On top of the sports we also have church and scouts. Every Wednesday night.  At church I am one of the 3 in charge of all the children under the age of 12.  I teach lessons, conduct meetings, teach music and also have meetings with the other 2 so we can plan and keep things on track.  During this school year we also moved - a huge blessing, but also another obstacle to work through.  Zeke was diagnosed with Tourette's syndrome.  While his is still mild it has been an issue to work through and there have been many times of frustration and stress - for him and for the rest of us. 

 

As the school year started and we got so involved and busy, I put myself aside and just spent my days working and following kids around.  Over Christmas break I decided I had to change that.  I needed to start exercising again and start taking better care of myself so I could continue with the busyness of life.  So, I started getting up at 5 am (an hour with which I have a love/hate relationship with).  This is something that I have NEVER been able to do, ever!  But I started and I am still doing it ☺  I found a weightlifting program that I love and so I do that every morning and then try to fit cardio of some sort in when there is left over time.  It is hard.  I have finished my 2nd month of the weightlifting program and my 3rd month of 5am. 

 

I have had to persevere many mornings as I fight my way out of the warm covers and down stairs to the weights ☺  I persevered through tears of frustration as I drag myself to bed at night, exhausted, wondering why I am doing this when I don't feel like my workouts are getting me anywhere.  I have persevered through long days at work, nights spent in the bleachers cheering, weekends on the road as we go from tournament to tournament.  I have had to persevere as I worked on my Sunday lessons and tried to teach busy children to sit reverently and practice songs, listen to the lessons and read scriptures. 

 

Do I love it?  Yes.  No.  Sometimes.  I don't know.  Maybe.  A little. 

 

Sunday night we had our family night.  Our lesson was on pushing our limits, being our best.  Finishing even when it was hard.  We talked about the parable in the Bible of the talents.  The Master had three servants.  He was getting ready to leave for a certain amount of time and so he gave his three servants talents to take care of while he was gone.  To one he gave 5, to another 2 and to the 3rd one.  The servant with 5 went out and doubled his talents.  So did the servant with 2.  The servant with one went and buried his talent in the earth so no one could find it.  When the master came back, he called his servants to him and asked them what they had done with his talents.  The one who started with 5 gave him 10 and said he had gone out and worked and doubled his talents.  The one with 2 told him the same and gave the master 4 talents.  The one who started with one gave the master back his one and told him he was afraid because he knew that master to be hard so he hid his talent.  The master blessed the ones who had worked and doubled their talents.  The one who had hid his talent he cursed and took his talent away and gave it to the one with 10.

 

The Lord has given us all different talents and abilities.  What do we do with them?  We develop them, we share them, we work hard, we persevere, we push our limits, we become the best we can be.  The harder we work, especially when it is hard, the stronger we will become, the more we will be blessed, the better we will be.  We will not always come out on top, we will not make every basket, we won't win every race - in fact, we may never win a race, 5 am may never become easy, Math may never be our top subject, we may never be able to spell "piece" without reciting "i before e except after c and in words such as neighbor and weigh."  However, we can be better than we were the day before.  We can get stronger, faster, smarter.  We can become more kind, humble, obedient, patient and passionate.  We can push farther. longer and harder.  We can persevere, in spite of the difficulty that lay ahead.  We can take what the Lord has given us and build on that foundation and become all that He knows we can be.  We can climb over our stumbling blocks and use them to bring us closer to God. 

 

I have spoken about my Dad before, but he is my perfect example in perseverance.  He had polio when he was 1 years old.  It left him paralyzed from the waist down.  He did not let that stop him.  He played backyard football and basketball, he was one of the smartest kids in school.  He played wheelchair basketball, threw shotput and discus in track (and was really good).  He got his college degree and has taught school for as long as I can remember.  There were times when he couldn't get a job because of prejudices against him.  Did he quit?  No, he went back to school and got even more education.  He coached football, basketball, track and cross country.  He is 70 now.  He is still teaching.  He is also head JH cross country and track coach.  Was it easy for him?  No.  There were times when he would fall.  Not always metaphorically either.  There were times when he would actually fall.  Every single time, he got back up and continued on with what he was doing.  Most times the fall would result in pain.  He did not let the pain stop him.  In fact, I really have no idea or comprehension of the pain that he would feel.  Now he is older, all those falls have caught up with him and the pain is constant.  Yet, every day, he gets up and goes.  He does what he needs to do and he does his very best.  He has never done less than his best and he does it with a good attitude so that no one on the outside would be aware of any difficulty he may be facing.

 

From him, I have learned to get back up and continue on.  I am not as good at it as he is, but I try to follow his example.  I try to teach my children to do the same.  To persevere.  To make each day be the best day and each effort to be the best effort. 

 

A Quiet Prayer

Sunday was not a good day.  There was a lot of crazy that was going on around here!  I won't get into all the details but stress levels and emotions increased as the afternoon went on.  We were going to feed the missionaries from our church supper Sunday night so I had started getting everything ready while Michael went to feed the cows.  Right before it was time for me to go pick up the missionaries, I asked a couple of the kids to go make sure the van was cleaned out and the garbage was picked up.  Well.... another of my kids was out at the van trying to pick the lock.  Apparently that particular child had locked our only set of keys in the van.  This child then decided to try to pick the lock with some wire instead of coming to tell me.  In the process, the wire got stuck in the key hole and the doors were still locked.  That only increased my frustration, to say the least.  I went back into the house to give Maddi instructions on what to do with supper while I was gone, muttering under my breath the whole time.  As I walked through the dining room, I saw Zeke get on his knees and say a prayer.  I don't know what he said in that prayer, but I was touched by his reaction (especially compared to my reaction).  After he was done he got up and asked what he could do to help.  Long story short, the evening went fine.  The missionaries got fed and one of them even told me it was one of the best meals that she had eaten her entire mission (which would be about 18 months).  Michael was able to somehow go through the front of the van and get the doors unlocked and got the wire out of the keyhole and we were all able to survive the rest of the day.

I am very grateful for Zeke's example and his quiet prayer.  It made me stop and remember who I could turn to when life is full of crazy.  His prayer didn't automatically fix anything or magically put things back in order, but it did soften my heart and help me feel some calmness through our crazy Sunday afternoon.

One Little Life

Today is my older sister's birthday.  I know I have blogged about her before, but I will again because it is her day today!  She was born in 1970.  She died at the age of 2 from a liver defect that she was born with.  She was the oldest child in my family and she died before the rest of us were born.  However, she has been and still is a huge part of our family.  We are taught, and I fully believe, that families are forever.  This is not "till death do us part."  This is forever.  What we build together here, stays with us when we leave.  I know my sister is waiting for me and my family.  I know that she is there, cheering me on, waiting for the time when we will all be reunited.  Katie's life on this earth was very short.  Her short life led my parents to the truth of the gospel.  That truth, shaped them and brought them closer to Christ.  They taught us and raised us with the gospel of Jesus Christ.  Four of us served missions for our church.  We served in Guatemala, Honduras, Argentina, Chile and Ireland.  While serving, we were able to teach many more about the Savior.  Now we are married and have our own families.  We are teaching our children to follow Christ.  My parents now have 29 grandchildren.  One little life, one pure spirit of our Heavenly Father, an angel sent to earth for a brief moment, has been the starting point for so many people looking to the Savior and finding truth, peace, hope and strength.  For me, one of the most beautiful truths of the gospel is that families are forever.  There are days when life is hard - kids are fighting, some one is hurting, stress is high, there is sickness and loss.  Some days it would be easy to just throw in the towel and walk away.  But knowing that this is forever, helps me get through those times.  It gives me hope and strength that there is a purpose to all of this.  It gives me endurance to ride out the storm.  I know that my family is forever.  There is no trial, no hardship, no person that can take that away.  The loved ones we lose here in this life will be with us again.  When I look at my family, I am overwhelmed with gratitude that these people that I love so much will be with me forever.  Our love will continue on after this life and that makes my heart happy.

So to my sister, Katie - Happy Birthday and thank you for your life that brought light to mine.

Hands

When I was little, I loved my dad's hands.  He has really big hands and they were always calloused.  When I was a little girl I loved to measure my hands against his and see how much bigger they were. I loved to feel the roughness of his hands.  To me they represented strength, love, help, and discipline. 

I loved my grandma's hands.  They were small and soft.  She would always pat my arm or tickle my back when I would sit next her.  Her hands showed me love.

I loved my babies hands.  When I would hold them, they would reach up and touch my face or grab  my hair.  I loved to feel their soft little touch and kiss their tiny fingers.  Their hands were pure and innocent.

Hands communicate so many things - love, service, fright, nervousness, playfulness, work, strength, dedication, sacrifice.  This week has been a tough week for a lot of people that I care about.  Loved ones are sick, loved ones have passed away, loved ones have made bad choices.    During all this I have watched as hands have reached out to comfort, lift up and hold.  I have seen hands write notes of love, hands reach out to steady and hands wipe away tears.

For some, they will need to hold the hands of their loved ones a little tighter as they struggle through their trials.  Some will be holding the hands of their loved ones one last time as illness overcomes and weakens the body.  Some will no longer be able to hold the hands of those they loved here in this life.

At some point we have all experienced these things in our life.  I love holding hands and I miss holding the hands of people that I love that are no longer with me on this earth.  With each experience, comes greater love and gratitude for Another's hands.

Hands that taught, healed and served.  Hands that suffered and bled.  Hands that were lifted in prayer on our behalf.  Hands that loved unconditionally.  Hands that were nailed to a cross.  Because of those hands, my hands can be washed clean from my mistakes.  Because of those hands, forgiveness is given.  Because of those hands, I will be able to hold the hands of my loved ones again. 

I hope that as we all go through our trials and sadnesses in life that we will be able to feel the love and strength of His hands and allow them to surround us in peace and lead us back to the safety of His presence.  I also hope that my hands can represent all that His hands stand for - love, sacrifice, service, forgiveness, patience, humility, strength, compassion.  I hope that through my hands, those around me can feel His hands.

You Are An Inspiration

We all  have things that we wish were better about ourselves.  I could give you an endless list of all my flaws and all the things that I wish were different about myself.  I listen to these wonderful people that I love feel bad about themselves, doubt themselves and even become sad and discouraged.  When I listen to them talk, I don't see them the way that they see themselves.  I don't notice the extra pounds, the gray hairs, the scars, the forgetfulness, the supposed lack of patience or understanding, etc, etc, etc...  I see them and their beauty.  I see their hands and how they use them to help those around them.  I hear their voice speak words of encouragement and praise.  I see their eyes look at others with love and kindness.  I see their accomplishments in school, home, work, church, and community.

I notice how others interact and react to them and I know that they see the same thing I do.  They see love, kindness, intelligence, humility, light - things that make them beautiful.  Beauty from the inside, far outshines beauty from the outside.  It is amazing what love and kindness can do to a person.  It really does make a person more beautiful! 

A friend on Facebook put this quote on her status today and it touched me.   "Before you put yourself down, please consider everything you've accomplished to get to this point, every life you've touched, and every moment you've pushed beyond your fears. You are a champion. You are a fighter. You are are worthy of nothing less than the deepest love you have to share. You are an inspiration." -Scott Stabile

So many of my friends and loved ones have inspired me in ways that they will never know.  Their quiet strength as they go through their lives, strengthens me and helps me get through my tough times.  Their love and kindness affect me in ways that make me want to be kinder to others.  The service they give to me inspires me to go out and serve others.  They are champions - heroes in my life.

I am so grateful for the people in my life - those people that struggle just like me yet continue on with faith and love.  Those people who have touched my life and made it better.  Those people that are always reaching out and lifting up.  I hope that I can be the kind of person that can do to others what they have done to me.

Hearts

Today we made hearts out of clay.  72 to be exact.  The kids picked out the colors, swirled them together, rolled them out and cut out hearts.  Then we baked them for a few minutes to harden them.  I think they turned out really cute!

 

The whole time we were making them the kids wanted to know what they were for and why we were making them.  I waited to tell them because it was making them crazy and because I could :)

 

I got the idea from a blog I read (but I can't remember where).  A teacher used her left over sculpey clay and made hearts for her class.  It was around Valentine's Day.  Each of the kids got some hearts and they spent the next week or so sharing those hearts with people that they thought could use extra love.  I really liked the idea.  We try to teach our children to look around them and see people who need a smile or a helping hand.  We try to do the same.  Service is one of the best ways to lift others up and also to lift ourselves up.  When we are serving our hearts are filled with joy.  I loved the idea of leaving a heart at the scene of the "crime" so the person we served has something beautiful to remind them that they are loved.  So... I ordered some sculpey clay and we made hearts.

Tonight was our family night.  Makenna had the lesson and she, without knowing my plans for the hearts, gave a lesson on serving and setting a good example.  It was called "Being the First One on the Dance Floor."  It talked about how dances often begin with everyone standing around the edges for the first few songs.  Everyone wants to dance but no one wants to be the first one out there.  It isn't until that one brave soul decides that he is going out there that everyone follows and begins to enjoy the dance.  She shared examples of how kids have done that.  One group of girls decided for two weeks that they were going to smile at everyone they saw - including themselves.  They talked about how it spread from them smiling at others to everyone doing it.  Another group of kids got into geocaching.  Instead of leaving a trinket or toy at the site they left a scripture and their testimony of Jesus Christ with instructions for the next person to do the same.  I told them about a boy I read about that had been bullied after his father died.  He switched schools because of the bullying but decided that he was going to change things at his next school.  He started his first day by holding to door open for the other students and greeting them as they came into school.  At first the others thought it was weird but then they started looking forward to seeing him and they started doing things for others too.  The staff talked about how this one boy had made such a change in the entire school.  He was the first one out on the dance floor.  He set and example and others followed.  He served those around him and made a difference. 

We talked about things we could do at home and at school that would help others.  What could we do to be the first ones out on the dance floor?  Then I gave out the hearts.  The instructions - look for ways to serve and uplift, do it, and leave a heart letting them know that they are loved.  I hope that over the next few weeks hearts will be spread around the house and school and that with each heart that is given, our own hearts will be filled.

What a Week!

Monday morning started out very cold around 5:45am.  I went downstairs to do my workout and noticed it felt unusually cold!  I went out to our back room where we have our dishwasher, extra fridge, washer, dryer, and a bathroom.  Sometime during the night, the back door had blown open.  The floor was so cold it hurt my bare feet!  Later that morning before I left for school I tried to start a load of laundry.  It wouldn't work because the tubes going into the washer were frozen, of course.  I had kids running late, kids that couldn't find their band stuff, and I was trying to get all my stuff put together that neither Michael or I checked the pipes very closely to look for any damage.  When I got home from school that afternoon, Zane came running into the dining room saying that there was water spraying everywhere!  Yes, during our night time freeze of the back room, a pipe had busted and there was indeed water spraying everywhere.  It was spraying the wall and ceiling, running down the stairs and seeping through the floor into the basement.  I ran downstairs with the phone, called Michael and started searching for the water turnoff.  Eventually I found it and got it turned off.  What a mess!  I started trying to dry up the floor in the back while I waited for Michael to get home.  We found the split in the pipe.  Michael cut the bad section out and went and got what he needed to fix it.  I finished cleaning up the water on the floor.  We got it all fixed and cleaned up before bed that night.  The washer didn't get damaged - thank goodness!  There was no other damage done to the house either.  We considered ourselves quite lucky that nothing else happened! 

Tuesday I had a dentist appointment to get a couple of fillings done.  One was an old filling that needed to be redone.  When he got the filling all drilled out, we discovered (with a little pain) that the cavity had spread into the nerves.  My options - root canal or get it pulled.  I have lots of teeth :) so I decided to save myself $2000 and get it pulled.  He did a great job and I didn't feel any pain - until the next day of course!  Wednesday wasn't too bad.  I kept on ibuprofen.  It was a busy day and we didn't get home until after 9pm.  Wednesday night was a rough night.  I was freezing, couldn't get to sleep until after midnight and the motrin pm did not seem to take all the edge off the soreness.

Thursday I woke up feeling quite ill and only made it through a couple hours of school before I had to come home.  I slept for over 4 hours and could have slept longer if I didn't have to wake up and be a mom :)  I missed Maddi, Makenna and Zane play basketball. 

Friday finally arrived and I was feeling much better.  I made it through the day and headed out the door pretty close to 4pm.  Got in the van and it wouldn't start... So, I called Michael.  He came and jump started the van and we drove it to the Cenex to get a new battery.

Saturday was filled with basketball.  Michael had meetings all day so I was on my own.  The girls had games in Volga at 9 and 10.  The losers were supposed to play again at 11 and the winners at noon.  I told them they needed to win so I could get there in time to watch them play.  Zeke had his first game in White that morning at 10 so I wouldn't be able to get there for an 11am game.  Well, they both won and I was so excited that I would get to see them both play! Then I got a text saying that they had moved Makenna's game up to 11 instead of 12.  I ended up missing most of her game.  I did get to see the last little bit of it and I got to watch Maddi's game.  They all played hard and had fun.

The weather Sunday was beautiful and the kids were able to be outside for  hours enjoying the sunshine and warmer temps!  It was the perfect way to end the week and gear up for next week.

Zeke Turns 9!

On the 6th of this month we were able to celebrate our Zekie boy's birthday!  He was very excited for it to come and even more excited when we got a late start that day!  He took treats to his class and even left one on my desk - what a sweet boy :)

For supper he wanted chicken cordon bleu with rice and green beans and cherry pie for dessert.  That boy knows good food!

He got to continue his birthday week with no school Wednesday and Thursday and a late start Friday.  Friday after school he got to have a friend come home with him and spend the night. 

We are so thankful for Zeke!  He is certainly one of a kind.  He is helpful and kind, thoughtful and generous.  He is quirky and crazy and never sits still!  He loves to read and draw and play with legos and army guys.  He loves to be outside playing.  This year he has been able to play football and now he is in basketball.  He seems to love both.  He loves listening to music and break dancing.  I love the entertainment that the break dancing provides :)  We are so blessed to have him be able to share our lives with him.  We love you, Zekie boy!