Day 5 - {Mom and Dad}

  I look ahead to the next few days, and I am scared. Scared at what emotional earthquakes might be triggered by the anniversaries about to happen.

10/31 the last day I felt Benjamin move - the day he died

11/1 the day of my last doctor's appointment before the scheduled C-section - when I saw the doctor's face grow very serious and heard him say, "I'm not finding a heartbeat"

11/2 the day Mom and Dad and Joseph and Becky and Mandy and Ari arrived to help us - my last day to hold Benjamin inside me

11/3 the day he was born - our only day to see and hold him in this life

A few weeks ago, I mentioned to Mom that it would be so wonderful to have them here to help us celebrate Benjamin's birthday. I knew that they would come if they could, but I also knew she and Dad had been traveling a lot, and Dad is under a lot of pressure at work, so I tried to invite them in a way that wouldn't make them feel bad if they couldn't.

 

 

Meanwhile, in case they couldn't come, we made plans to go up to northwestern Arkansas this weekend and see the fall colors. I couldn't stand the thought of being here at home alone for the Anniversaries.

 

 

It is a 17 hour drive from Mom and Dad's house to ours.

 

I just called them an hour and a half ago, and they were leaving to come!!

They will take a detour to Dallas to pick up my sister Becky and her little cutie and arrive here tomorrow sometime.

I feel so blessed to have parents who would be willing to make such a drive just for a four-day visit to help one of their eight children!

 

Vote for Family!

10 Yea, we see that Amalickiah, because he was a man of cunning device and a man of many flattering words, that he led away the hearts of many people to do wickedly; yea, and to seek to destroy the church of God, and to destroy the foundation of liberty which God had granted unto them, or which blessing God had sent upon the face of the land for the righteous’ sake.

  

Captain Moroni, Walter Rane (courtesy of Meridian Magazine)

I'm taking a break from my gratitude posts to get up on a soapbox. I don't like soapboxes, especially when other people get on them (ha!)! I am very tired of this election. I didn't even watch the last debate. BUT. . . .I am realizing there are crucial issues at stake here. There are people who want to redefine marriage as whatever you choose it to be. There are people who think it should stay legal to have abortions for convenience. We have the blessed freedom to lift our voice and VOTE. I pray the voice of the people may choose righteousness. I want so badly for my boys to be able to raise their children in a world that still values families!

11 And now it came to pass that when Moroni, who was the chief commander of the armies of the Nephites, had heard of these dissensions, he was angry with Amalickiah.

13 And it came to pass that he rent his coat; and he took a piece thereof, and wrote upon it—In memory of our God, our religion, and freedom, and our peace, our wives, and our children—and he fastened it upon the end of a pole.

Alma 46:10-11, 13

 

For a while I had a really hard time deciding who to vote for in this election. After Mitt Romney left the race, I felt like I didn't really care anymore. (I still toy with the idea of writing him in on my ballot and sending mass emails asking everyone to do the same. Ya think it might work? :)) I've never been crazy about McCain, and Obama seemed interesting. . . .

But then I received an email from the Family Research Council that included a "voter's guide" to the candidates based on their voting records and public statements regarding family issues.

Here's what clinched the choice for me:
http://www.frcaction.org/get.cfm?i=VR08G01 
Click on the .pdf link. It seems very well-researched, basing all information on actual votes McCain and Obama made in the past, and real quotes from their past speeches. It changed the way I think about them!

This sentence (below, in the blue) particularly resonates with me right now, and has also educated my decision. . .

 

 
I LOVED Stephanie Nielson's "Proc Week". Click on her artwork above to read her beautiful posts about "The Family: A Proclamation to the World."

Please vote for people and laws that will strengthen the family!

Day 4 - {progress in healing}

My wonderful therapist, Dan, recently talked with me about "dealing with the ghosts." There were things all around the house that were not touched or dealt with since finding out Benjamin died. I started handling them little by little when I could emotionally face it, but there are still several ghosts that cause me pain every time I see them.

Today with help from a precious friend, I dealt with one of them.

This has been sitting in our bedroom since last November 1st, the day I found out Benjamin had died.

Almost every time I looked at it I felt nauseated. I very nearly tossed it in the garbage can, but I just couldn't. Here are some of the things that were stored in that bag.

• silk autumn leaves --picked out at Michaels' with Janice last October -- Janice thought I should get the ones with shiny gold but I wanted them to be more natural-looking
• a grapevine wreath from my sweet cousin Shirley
• pinecones
• acorns from a tree outside my OB's office ~ the day we picked them up was October 17, 2007--very memorable because it was DC's only time and my last time to see Benjamin alive--the day they gave me the extra ultrasound and he was being "so photogenic"
• gold wired ribbon

Late October 2007. . . .Janice and I had planned all week that last week to sit down and glue this thing together, but we kept getting too busy with last-minute cleaning and organizing. She was leaving to go back to Florida on Thursday, Nov 1st, and offered to watch Hummer that morning while I went to my last appointment. Then when I got home we would finally make the wreath, and she would leave to go home.

That last appointment sent my world crashing down around me. And for poor Janice, it was a horrible way to end what had been a delightful visit. (She still grieves with me. I hope so much that she can come back sometime and visit Benjamin's grave and see this wreath now.)

Today, October 22, 2008 I pulled the dreaded bag from its spot. Even that hurt! Grief is such a crazy thing.

I had asked for special help from a dear friend who moved here recently and who has been so compassionate and loving to me. Andrea is amazing talented at things like this, and I knew she would be tender and sensitive to the pain this would probably unearth.

 

I was excited when we got there, but as soon as I pulled everything out of the bag and saw what was there and started remembering, I just started bawling. Andrea just put her arms around me and let me cry and tell her every little detail about everything.

 

Hummer played nearby most of the time, but he did come help glue on some of the acorns. :)

Andrea had the neat idea of putting Benjamin's initials on the apple. I used a gold metallic ink pad and stamped it on. I love how it turned out! (Isn't it interesting his initials also stand for "Be Right Back"? ~ awesome.)

 

I hung it up right when I got home. Words cannot express how good it feels to see it hanging on my front door. My heart wells up with the deepest gratitude when I see it. . . .gratitude for the progress I have made in this journey of grief!

Dear Father, I thank Thee with all my heart for Janice, for Andrea, for this wreath, and most of all, for healing through Jesus Christ.

Day 3 - {cute little puppy for a cute little boy}

 

When we first acquired our tiny Rubidium, I was enchanted by her sheer adorableness, but I had no idea how much real joy and delight she would bring to us. (And no idea how much real destruction, either--ahem!--but this IS a post about gratitude! :)

 

Yes, puppies are overly energetic, and need lots of attention, but with three little boys running around, this house obviously has no shortage of energy (a little more added to the mixture is hardly noticeable), and they give her Plenty of attention. Almost too much! Sometimes I send her outside just to get a break from them, bless her heart!

 

Her little cuteness has brought some much-needed comfort and distraction. It is so nice to take her for a walk and get accosted by little neighbor kids saying, "Aww. She's CUTE!" and wanting to pet her. I know it's not the same as having a baby, but it kind of fills in that gap as far as getting attention, ya know what I mean?

 

She definitely lightens up the mood around here with her spunky little personality.

 

And for Hummer, Ruby has been such a blessing. He is home all day every day with his boring, too-often-blue mama (we DO try to do fun stuff, I promise!), and Ruby has become his little buddy.

 

He takes her for walks. (She just can't stand those, can you tell? :)

He lets her lick his plate (after making sure with Mommy that it's dog-safe food).

He takes her for adventures in our rusted wheelbarrow with a flat tire--probably a good thing, cause it slows down the ride!

 

He even reads to her! Here he is reading "Chewy Louie." (I do hope it has inspired her to nobler, toothless actions! :)

 

I thank Thee, Heavenly Father, for this sweet little companion for my son at this particular time!

Day 2 - {my edward cullen}

He grinned his crooked smile at me, stopping my breath and my heart. I couldn’t imagine how an angel could be any more glorious. There was nothing about him that could be improved upon.
Bella Swan, Twilight, Chapter 12, p.241

 

A few of you may be surprised that I love the "Twilight" series. I admit that the sensuality in the books does push the envelope as far as what I generally tolerate.

But here's why I love them so much:

They help me remember what it was like to first fall in love with the man whom I would marry. After 11 1/2 years of marriage (8 of which he was still in school), and 4 babies, sometimes daily life blurs those memories. But when I finished "Twilight" for the first time, I remembered that overpowering magnetic pull just to touch the one I love. I could feel the electric rush of our first few kisses. And it brought back memories of when we would talk for hours. When our time apart was spent counting the minutes until we were together again.

I am so lucky to have my own Edward Cullen! And, as I like to tease him, "You don't even have to suck my blood for us to be together forever!"

d.c. ~ e.c.

~He is so handsome. And in a young way. Many people meeting him for the first time have misjudged his age by about 15 years! And during the 13 years since I met him, he has changed very little. Like Edward's forever remaining 17. :)

~He cares about my feelings even more than his own.

~He is a perfect gentleman. He opens doors for me, and teaches our sons to do the same.

~He protects me. Maybe not from speeding trucks and enraged vampires, but he does handle all the spiders! (Yech).

~He has amazing musical talents. There have been memorable, romantic evenings when he has played just for me. (You would not believe how attractive a man playing Bach just for you can be!)

~I feel like Bella did when he returns from a long absence, "the strangest sense of relief — as if I’d been in pain and that pain had suddenly ceased" (Bella Swan, Eclipse, Chapter 1, p.17).

~No, he doesn't glitter in the sun. But he does tend to sneeze when he looks at the sun! teehee

~He has amber flecks in his eyes. I like to spend a lot of time looking into them.

~I really, really like to kiss him. And I really, really love to feel his arms around me.

~He listens to me, even when I'm completely emotional, and when I ramble on and on. He wants me to be happy.

 

As I think about gratitude and the things my Father in Heaven has blessed me with, I place my DC at the very top of the list.

In the past year, he has proven himself to be not only as loving as ever, but amazingly steady and constant. When I was in the throes of profound grief, having to fight even to get up in the morning and face another day without my baby, he got the boys up, made them breakfast, and took them to school. He never made me feel bad for this, or like a slacker. He has been so understanding. On nights when we were supposed to be having a date but I couldn't make myself be happy enough to even enjoy a movie, he brushed my hair and let me cry. He has cried with me, prayed for me, fasted for me, given me Priesthood blessings.

Oh, yes. I am so thankful for my husband.

I hope you have your own "DC", too.

                                

Day 1 - {A date from heaven}

I was inspired by you, Andrea, and what your mom suggested to help you through your difficult days. My mom says, too, that it will help to focus every day on something I am grateful for.

 

So, I hereby begin 100 Days of Gratitude!

 

DAY 1

I can't believe I almost didn't ever post about this. The only reason I remembered was because I was trying to think of something I'm grateful for! :)

A couple of weeks ago (10/3/08) I took the boys to Arkansas Symphony's Children's Concert. This is a tradition for us--it's a way for the boys to get to see Daddy at work. There was a surprise guest artist there from Cirque de la Symphonie (affiliated with Cirque de Soleil--a few of their artists tour and collaborate with symphony orchestras). The group had been booked for the Pops concerts that weekend, and one of them volunteered to come entertain during the Children's Concert that day.

All of us were mesmerized, and I left the concert burning with curiosity for what the grownup concert would be like, especially when DC showed me the music they would be playing for them! It included such treats as the March from Prokofiev's "Love for Three Oranges", Saint-Saens' "Bacchanale", Bartok's "Roumanian Dances",  and Bach's "Toccata and Fugue".

I wanted REALLY, REALLY badly to go.

But there was no way.

Not only could we not afford a ticket (DC could get them half-price, but we heard they started at $50!), but we also were not in the running to be able to get a babysitter. I gave up on the idea, hoping that someday perhaps they would come again, and I would have another chance.

That evening during DC's rehearsal, my friend Stephanie stopped by, just to visit. We talked for a couple of hours, about all kinds of things. (I guess I had really needed a listening ear--what's new?!) She asked if I was going to Chris's concert, and I explained why I wasn't. She said, "Well, I'd be happy to watch the boys for you."

Wow!! This was a truly awesome gift. Stephanie is just coming back to church, facing some pretty hard challenges, due to her husband's lack of support. She teaches 3rd grade and has 3 kids of her own. She is so, so busy, and has many of her own trials. That she would be willing to do this meant a LOT. I couldn't very well let the price of the ticket stand in my way now!

I got online and found that there were tickets starting at $17 way up in the nosebleed section. With DC's discount, that would be $8.50. We could handle that! :)

It felt so, so good to get all dressed up and head out the door with my handsome violinist husband in his tux. I even put on perfume for the first time in ages! I actually felt beautiful, even though I'm still 20 pounds overweight. It was awesome!

We realized on the way there that it has been months since we went on a date outside our home together. I can't tell you how great it felt! I really, really needed this. DC worried that I wouldn't be able to see very well from the upper balcony, but I told him I didn't mind. I was just so happy to be able to go relax away from home.

DC dropped me off at the ticket office, and I went in and asked for a ticket with my musician-spouse discount. The ticket office lady said, "You're a musician's wife? Here, let me give you this ticket. Someone just turned it in, it's already paid for, go enjoy!" She handed me a $50 ticket for the middle of the mezzanine! I almost started crying right there in front of her.

Like I said, a date from heaven. Or rather, a date from Heavenly Father! This was such a miracle to me! To sit and enjoy the beauty of live music and the artistry of those amazing dancers was so soothing to my spirit.

Thank You, dear Father! Thank You for a compassionate friend, for a free ticket, for powerful music, for the agility and grace of the human body, and for eyes, ears, and heart to enjoy this special evening.

 

{100 Days of Gratitude} archive

"Thinking of things we are grateful for is a healing balm. It helps us get outside ourselves. It changes our focus from our pains and our trials to the abundance of this beautiful world we live in."

--Joseph B. Wirthlin (Ensign, March 2004, p. 26)

Days 1-10: 10/16/2008 to 12/7/2008

Day 1 - {A date from heaven}

Day 2 - {my edward cullen}

Day 3 - {cute little puppy for a cute little boy}

Day 4 - {progress in healing}

Day 5 - {Mom and Dad}

Day 6 - {our new chickens}

Day 7 - {a seven-hour drive}

Day 8 - {modern prophets}

Day 9 - {Thanks-Giving}

Day 10 - {my testimony}

 

Days 11-20: 12/18/2008 to 4/3/2009

Day 11 - {a most adorable niece who knows just what to say to melt my heart}

Day 12 - {a healthy body}

Day 13 - { christmas }

Day 14 - {my winter baby}

Day 15 - { love from a Sister }

Day 16 - {an invincible summer }

Day 17 - {a gradual opening}

Day 18 - { photoshop! }

Day 19 - { baby brother bookend }

Day 20 - { life with exacto, fluffy, and hummer }

 

Days 21-30: 4/6/2009 to 7/17/2009

Day 21 - { heavenly conference weekend }

Day 22 - { easter morning }

Day 23 - { the little lost library book that now is found }

Day 24 - { twelve years of real-life romance }

Day 25 - { Beloved Becky }

Day 26 - {better-than-we-deserve neighbors}

Day 27 - {christmas dreaming}

Day 28 - {my lake isle of Inisfree}

Day 29 - { Fluffy }

Day 30 - { DC's job }

 

Days 31-40: 7/25/2009 to 10/21/2009

Day 31 - {A/C}

Day 32 - { mrs. tapa }

Day 33 - { ultrasound results }

Day 34 - { the Priesthood }

Day 35 - { my mother-in-love }

Day 36 - { my mother }

Day 37 - { beloved Rosy }

Day 38 - { you }

Day 39 - { my Dad }

Day 40 - { time }

 

Days 41-50: 10/31/2009 to

Day 41 - {.new traditions.}

Day 42 - {our celestial son}

Day 43 - { Suzie-Q }

Day 44 - {Zion in central Arkansas}

Day 45 - { joys of having boys }

Day 46 - { "Our Christmas Eve Miracle, part 3" }