Sunday, May 30, 2010
12. He is a hard worker and a good provider.
11. He helps me look at things in a different--and sometimes better--way.
10. He loves the outdoors. I don't hunt or fish, but I sure do like the way my man looks in camo!
9. He can make me laugh. Even when I don't feel like it, he knows how to make me smile.
8. He prays with me and for me.
7. He reads a lot. Some of our favorite "dates" are spent wandering through a book store.
6. He is a master when it comes to cooking out on the grill.
5. He makes me feel safe.
4. He tells me all the time that I am pretty and that he is proud of me.
3. My cancer happened to him, too, and he is fighting for me and with me.
2. He is the father of my children. There could never be a better one.
And the number one reason I am glad I married him:
1. He is my best friend. I think I am the luckiest lady in the world to get to spend a lifetime with him.
Hubby: After all these years and all the "stuff," you're still the one. You have my heart. I love you so much...Happy Anniversary!
Monday, May 24, 2010
To say that I am anxious about the scan would be an understatement. The last one I had was in January, when I had two tumors growing in my abdominal cavity. The images revealed elevated fluid levels, but no shadows of those tumors. My confidence in the technology significantly deflated at that time--and now this is what we are depending on to give an accurate picture of what's going on in my body? I am uncomfortable, to say the least.
But I have confidence in my doctor, and even greater confidence in my God. Even on that day in January, before I knew what was happening, He was with me. He was in the room with Hubby and me on February 17th when the devastating diagnosis brought our world to a screeching halt. He was with me on the first day of chemo, and He was there when my hair started to fall out. God saw my tears fall yesterday as I watched my three babies playing and wondered if I would live long enough to watch them grow to be men. He knows that I am scared, but that doesn't change the way He feels about me. And as for me? I don't understand why He does what He does, but I know without a doubt that He is good.
On Thursday, Hubby and I, along with my parents, will meet with Dr. M to get the test results and confirm the course of action for the next few months. I am so thankful for the prayers and petitions you are lifting up on my behalf; this week, would you join me in praying these things?
*minimal physical discomfort
*calmness of spirit, mind, and body
*crystal clear images that reveal exactly what needs to be seen
*safe travel for my mom and dad
"You are good, and what you do is good." Psalm 119:68
Saturday, May 22, 2010
Saturday, May 15, 2010
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
And where were you when I filled your mind with words?
So you could cry, so you could sing
Sprinkle names on everything
So you could laugh, tell a joke
Imagine towers wreathed with spokes
So you could live and die with dignity
And shake your fist with poetry
Imagining creation from the first.
Where were you?
When I laid the earth’s foundations
Where were you when I set the stars in place?
And they all sang together
They all sang together up in space.
Allelu allelu alleluia
Allelu allelu alleluia.
Monday, May 10, 2010
I will give you a peek at a day in the life of a chemo patient by blogging from my chemo treatment room. Check back throughout the day for updates.
I'll meet you back here tomorrow!
Baby: I don't want to be the ring bearer. I won't go to that wedding!
Me: Why don't you want to be the ring bearer?
Baby: Because we don't have a bear costume.
Me: (Hysterical laughter)
Baby: But we have a penguin costume, Mommy.
Sunday, May 9, 2010
Goliath drew this picture to hang on his door on one such day.
But every single night, the last thing I do before I go to bed is check on my sons. I make sure they are breathing just like I did when they were infants. (Will I ever stop doing that?) I tuck the covers in around them, gently touch their little foreheads, and whisper a prayer of thanksgiving that somehow, God saw fit to allow me to be their mom.
Enjoying a hot dog dinner with his good pal Cody
This year's Camp Momanmee had a "critter" theme. If there was ever a little boy who loved all creatures great and small, it is my Little Middle! He was especially excited about seeing CritterMan and all of his unique (and icky) animals.
Legs the legless lizard
"Kubwa Mududu"--Swahili for "big bug"
This Madagascar hissing cockroach was indeed a kubwa mududu. Little Middle was thrilled when CritterMan asked him to help out with the giant bug. Me--not so much.
Little Middle was not afraid to pet this huge skink...
or this enormous python!
He asked me in the sweetest voice if I would pretty please touch the snake, too. Only a mother's love could oblige a request like that! Shudder.
After CritterMan left with his pets, we had plenty of other fun things to do.
We hunted for bugs,
jumped in the bounce house,
went for a walk in the dark with our flashlights,
and watched a late-night movie.
I had a spectacular time with my boy, and I know we will both hold on to the memories we made together for a long, long time. Hooray for being a boy mom!
Thursday, May 6, 2010
A few weeks ago, a long-time friend of our family sent me this delightful little gift:
I sip my hot pomegranate tea each morning out of this mug. I still miss my coffee, but I enjoy the feeling of satisfaction this disrespectful mug gives me. And let's be honest: the mug is right.
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
Sweet Caroline was able to tear herself away from her husband of 2 weeks to come and honor Jenny. I adore this girl!
As the shower was winding down, the bridesmaids had a quick meeting to discuss top-secret wedding things. These girls are fun, and they love my sister! We missed you, Jennifer!
By the way, I am the Matron of Honor. But I hate that title. It sounds so...matronly. And Mother Goose-ish. So Jenny and the rest of the wedding party are under strict instructions to refer to me as the First Lady of the Wedding. They grudgingly obey.
The Original Five. Love and time have expanded our hearts and our numbers. Aren't we cute?
Melinda's home was packed with women who came to celebrate my sister. Some I knew, many I didn't. But as I made my way through the crowd, person after person stopped me to hug me and share how they have been praying for me and my family. I could feel God's presence so strongly through these delightful ladies. Friends, you touched my heart with your kind words and your faithful prayers. Thank you for the love you have for our family and your encouragement.
I enjoyed a nap after the shower, and then ended the day with a yummy dinner at Pappasito's with my siblings, their significant others, and two of our favorite cousins. I haven't laughed that much in a long time! The weekend was perfect, and my sister is happy. My cup overflows.