Christmas Time is Here!

Well, here it is again...officially my favorite time of the year...Christmas! It seems like it comes faster and faster all the time.  This year I turned around and there it was, staring me in the face.  It's a good thing we're old friends, Christmas and I...

Our children are growing just as fast is seems, and though the days can be long, the years are incredibly short.  We have been so blessed with the family we've been given and are grateful every day for all that they are.



Sister Heywood and Sister Curtis



Makenzie (20) is serving a mission for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints in Utica, New York.  She absolutely loves it and we hope she'll be happy to come home in a year from now.  She pretty much wants to stay forever though, so we're not sure.  She's grown so much in confidence and testimony and has given us the best gift we could ask for as parents; a deep faith in her Savior and a desire to serve Him and bring others unto Him. 

Isaiah (17) is a Senior in High School this year and can't wait to move on to his next stage in life.  He is holding down two jobs and is quite the fashion conscious leader of our home.  He finished his Eagle Scout project earlier this year and is looking forward to helping our ward basketball team dominate once again this spring.  He will be taller than his dad any minute now and spends most of his time lifting weights and finding places to drive my car.

Quincy (14)  is in his first year of high school and just made the Freshman soccer team.  He is playing goalie which gives me anxiety, but fortunately he's really good at it.  He is the reason we have lights on the house and Christmas decorations up this year.  If he had a driver's license I'm sure we would've had a tree much earlier than we did. You could say he's festive.  He's up at 5:30 every morning to get to seminary with Isaiah and LOVES Christmas.

Brayden (10) is in 5th grade and asks more questions in a day than anyone I know.  He is 

very curious about everything and bless his little heart, thinks I know all the answers.  He is trying to find a way to become a YouTube sensation and starts basketball in January.  He wants to learn to cook and says macaroni and cheese was a good start, but he's ready to make 'real stuff.'  Next up, linguine with clam sauce...his favorite meal.

Savannah (8) is in 2nd grade and wants to do everything! She just finished playing soccer and is ready for ballet and gymnastics.  She was baptized over Thanksgiving weekend up in Utah so all of her cousins got to be there for her.  Drama and attitude are the two words that best describe her and she keeps us busy. She loves babies and little children and is very sweet with them.  She got her ears pierced for her birthday and is excited that she got to change them for the first time today.

Kelly and I are really just trying to keep it all reigned in.  He's still self employed, still in the bishopric and still the father of 5 kids so he's still a little busy...which is a good thing! I got to take the youngest two kids to Montana and Utah this summer to hang out with my family, which was the best. I still want to write a novel and get my house organized! 

Though we've had our ups and downs this year, we are blessed beyond words to be where we are and have what we have.  The most important things in our lives are our family and the gospel of Jesus Christ.  We love spending this time to focus even more on the life of the Savior, who made all things possible.  We love and cherish our friends and family and wish you all a very merry Christmas and a wonderful 2014.          

Every 99 years...

That's the answer to the question, "how often is there scaffolding around the Salt Lake City

Temple?"  If I'm ever on a gameshow where they ask that question,        I. Will. Win! How do I know? How can I be sure???

Because 21 years ago today, my fiance and I pulled up to Salt Lake City Temple to be married... and much to my surprise (and horror at the time), there was scaffolding! I'm pretty sure I cried.  Then I cried because I was going to cry off my make up.  Then I cried more because we left the marriage license in the car.  But, my knight in shining armor (who was probably a little freaked out with all the crying), ran back to the car, procurred the license, and saved the day.  We were married.  We weren't married 'til death do us part, but we were married for eternity. For forever.  And that right there made the scaffolding okay.

We were surrounded by the people we loved, and who loved us.  We were in our favorite temple (even if it was being cleaned for it's 100th birthday the next summer), and we were together.  Kelly's best friend's grandfather performed the sealing.  I'll admit I don't remember a lot of what he said, and my dad had to pry our marriage certificate out of my hands because I nearly twisted it half;  but it was a beautiful day... for us, anyway...

We took pictures by the hundreds with eveyone oohing and aahhing.  I had a ball! I was happy.  We crossed the street to get pictures with the temple in the background, and we were done.  Our photographer snapped one last picture and BAM! The sky opened up and it  began to pour rain! I don't mean it started raining...I mean buckets of water fell from the sky.

 

I did mention we were finished with our pictures, right? Because if we hadn't been, I never would have gotten over it...I don't get over things like that  at all very well.  We actually got a couple of great shots in the rain.  We waited for a break in the deluge...and then... the best thing ever!

A kindly, white haired man in a suit, opened the doors to the Church Office Building and motioned for us to follow him.  He escorted us to what I  like to call, the secret passageway.  The tunnel that leads from the office building to the temple.  Awesome!!

Even though I was giddy, I felt extrememly sad for all the brides who had just gotten married that wouldn't be able to get pictures taken.  Who expects rain at the end of June?!

Now it's 21 years later.  We have a daughter on a mission, a senior, a freshman, a fifth grader and a second grader.  Marriage hasn't always been easy, but it has always been worth it! I would say we lucked out that day, but it's more than that.  We were blessed. 

I believe we were meant to be...even on the days we drive eachother nuts! His is still my favorite hand to hold, my favorite blue eyes, my favorite smile.  He puts up with a lot of...personality... from me, and I believe it when he tells me how much he loves me...every day! I love him dearly and am so happy that my children have him for a father.  He's the best...and I guess he's also pretty lucky too!

Happy 21st Anniversary Kelly...time flies when you're having kids FUN!

Wednesdays

Today is Wednesday... well, for the next 22 minutes or so, but it is still Wednesday nonetheless.  It's the first Wednesday of May, and I have until the last Wednesday of May until I have to say goodbye to my daughter for 18 months.  She is going to Utica, New York to be a missionary for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints; and while I couldn't be more proud, or wish for her to be any where else on the planet, I am, how you call it, freaking out little bit! (That sounds much better if you read it with a Russian accent).

She's excited, I'm excited, we're all excited...really, truly, deeply.  It's a blessing to have a child be worthy, willing and able to go.  She will be an excellent missionary, of that I am sure.  She loves her Savior, and she loves helping others.  That, my friends, is a winning combination.  She knows how to work hard and she doesn't quit.  She's tough...tougher than me...

I find myself crying in my closet, in my shower, in the car, in the store... pretty much anywhere and at any time.  It doesn't take much to set me off either.  A song, someone saying goodbye to someone else, a picture of her as a little girl...you probably get the idea.  It seems the more I try to hold it in, the more it just leaks out and gets all over everything.  I am hoping that these little mini-meltdowns will help me avoid a major meltdown when that last Wednesday comes.

So, what are we doing? We've made a list...several lists. Movies to see, dvd's to watch, restaurants to frequent and favorite meals to fix.  We've been on a pretty steady diet of good food and late night frivolity since she got home last week! I have to say, I'm a little tired and worn down, but it's worth it! We still have bags to pack and things to buy, and we'll get it done...if we can get some sleep.  These moments of laughing and talking into the wee hours of the morning are to good to pass up, and I'm not going to.

Chicken Soup for my Soul

I can admit it...I'm a stalker...a blog stalker.  There are few things I enjoy more than reading and keeping up on the personal lives of people I don't even know...and some that I do.  I just love it.  I love to see people overcome adversity and then inspire others to do the same.  I love reading about moms who love being moms, but can admit that on some days it can totally suck the life right out of you.  The shared experience is what I love...and I got it today... on a day that I really needed it.

In just a minute I'm going to share a blog post with you that has really changed my life...really.  Don't try skipping ahead to read it now.  I've disabled the settings so that you must finish reading mine before you can be linked to hers.  For real.  Don't even ask me how I did it.

I have to start with a short story...a story in which I may sound like I'm patting myself on the back...but I'm not.  There's a point.

Today two different friends sent me a text for a "buy one-get one free" meal at Chik-Fil-A.  My little kids were getting out early from school and I thought it would be a nice surprise...and mostly, I was really  hungry. I had been doing work for Brayden's teacher and ended up staying a lot longer than I usually do, so I decided to a treat was in order.

As I was about to pull  into the drive thru, I noticed a homeless man sitting on a bench in the cold.  Those of you outside of California may scoff at the use of my word cold, but it has been very chilly here recently.  As I placed my order I decided to order him some soup.  I had a few bags left that we had made with some friends for the homeless during the holidays, so I grabbed one, took the soup and went to find him.  Of course he was gone! I got back in my car, determined to track him down.  I found him, gave him the goods, and teared up as I sat in my warm SUV with heated seats wondering why I ever complain about anything! He had already sat down on the overturned 5-gallon bucket he had been carrying in his cart and started to eat. I was happy that he was enjoying it as I drove away.

Five seconds later I reached into my bag for a waffle fry and I teared up again.

A cup of soup? You are so selfish! Why didn't you give him the chicken and the fries? A cup of soup?? I'm sure that will make a big difference in his life.  Enjoy your lunch!   

That's literally how I felt...like a loser. 

I go through this a lot.  Do something good.  Think of how much better it should have been. Feel bad.

I know that's not how Heavenly Father wanted me to feel.  He is the one who inspired me to feel for the man in the first place.  I am convinced that Satan is behind those kinds of feelings.  Feelings that we haven't done enough, we're not good enough, thin enough, fast enough, strong enough.  Feelings that make us not want to even bother...because it won't be perfect enough.  We've all felt it at one time or another, especially as women.  I had been pondering on this for the rest of the day, and tonight on Facebook (of all places) I came across this blog post that Makenzie's sweet roommate, Annie, had read and shared.  So thank you Annie, thank you Kathryn Thompson of Daringyoungmom.com, it was just what I needed, when I needed it!

And now, read this amazing post:

http://www.daringyoungmom.com/2012/12/19/drops-of-awesome/