Thursday, November 4, 2010
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Thursday, October 7, 2010
21 1/2 months old...
I wonder if with every child this age will jar me a little. Weston is exactly the same age as Cameron was when he passed away. When I realize that it makes my stomach drop and my heart race a little faster. I am reminded again how precious life is and how little control we have. And I think again how difficult it is to lose a child, regardless of how old they are. I am grateful for each day I had with Cameron. He was a remarkable 21 1/2 month old :). I am so grateful for my boys and so glad that Josh and Weston are here with me.
I have been reminded lately that life is difficult, for everybody.
I went to hear Stephanie Nielsen speak at BYU about being burned on 80% of her body and surviving. Life is hard. (click on her name to see her blog)
A woman in our ward just had an ectopic pregnancy and I have talked with her a little bit. Life is hard.
A man in our ward had his leg amputated from the thigh down because of cancer and his wife went through cancer right before they got married. Life is hard.
A woman in the MBA program just found out she has a tumor growing in her brain, she had surgery Monday. Life is hard.
I don't mean to mention these things callously. They all have really made me think of how I am handling my trials. And also made me realize I am not exempt to more...cause that is life. I need to step outside of my difficulties and recognize how I can bless others. I need to serve. I need to be aware that we all somehow suffer, even if it's quietly. So even if I am having a hard day, my smile or phone call may impact somebody who is going through something difficult. And the amazing part is that I feel better when I reach out, even if I don't know the outcome of my actions. My trials and hard days are made better. This is all stuff I have known for a long time, but sometimes losing a child feels like the most difficult, unfair, isolating trial. It is ongoing and grief resurfaces in the strangest places. Yet, I am sure that is how we all feel in the midst of our trials. I am grateful for the reminder that life is hard and it's supposed to be. I also am glad to know that we don't have to do it alone.
I wanted to post some pics of Weston and Cameron at the same age...
Sunday, October 3, 2010
Swim Lessons
This post is really out of order, My boys took swim lessons in July before we went to Lake Powell. One of them was really excited...
and even swam under water...
loved it...
and moved up to the next class.
and the other felt like this most every day
Fishing for Keys
I heard a noise and came to find Wes on his own climbed onto the bench, put on his glasses, and was fishing for the keys. Good thing he didn't knock the magnet board off the wall. (and please ignore my messy mudroom)
a favorite game to play with Dad
and then me, being such a smart mom, asked Wes to throw the ball to me while I was taking a picture. Yep the ball hit the camera into my nose...ouch.
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