home::about me :: musings :: archives::contact ::

March 27, 2002 11:35:17 AM

As I watch the coverage of the ship Theodore Roosevelt returning after 159 days at sea, it really makes me feel so proud of my fellow Americans. It also reminds me of how blessed I am because my Navy man was not deployed overseas. I have been able to see him at least once or twice a month since September 11th, while all of those families had to sacrifice time with their loved ones for the sake of national security. I hope that in all of those feelings of patriotism that were stirred up after the terrorist attacks, people will take a moment and say a prayer for our service men and women who are always protecting us. I am thankful that God is watching over us, and that He continues to withold his wrath from such a corrupt generation. When I hear about what is going on in the Middle East--people blowing themselves up in order to kill others in the process, and all of the fighting that seems to have no possibility of a resolution. Yet, through it all people are marrying and having babies and life is marching ahead despite the chaos. When I think about things like this I remember a snippet of a song that we used to sing in church, "I can't feel at home in this world anymore."

March 25, 2002 09:59:03 AM
Happy Birthday, Leila!

Today my youngest turns four years old. No more baby. She is quickly growing into her own little person. We celebrated her birthday on Saturday, and she had a great time. This morning I pulled out the photo album and showed her pictures of her that were taken the moment she was born. As I looked at her looking at pictures of herself as a tiny baby, those days flashed before my eyes and it made me realize how quickly it all goes by. We layed on the floor for a few minutes watching 'Dragon Tales' and she turned and whispered into my ear, "I love you, mommy."

On Saturday, we went to my uncle Bobby's house for a welcome home Joan party. My aunt Joan went away to Jamaica for six months for a sabbatical and she just returned home this week. The party was lovely and it was great to see them again. Somehow they did not realize that I was moving away after the the wedding. They were sad to hear about it, but wished us well. I will see them and a bunch of relatives form my mom's side at my Aunt Evelyn's 85th birthday party on Saturday. I remember her 80th and how beautiful she was and how we were just getting over my grandmother, and her sister's passing a few months before. Now she is five years older and still going strong. I am named for my Aunt Evelyn, and she is also my godmother. She is such a strong, gracious woman and I love her so much. During World War II she was a welder working in the shipyards building ships. Later in life she became a dancer, and I saw one of her performances a few years back and it brought tears to my eyes. She is my hero.

March 20, 2002 09:56:27 AM

As I look out on the grey, chilly, cloudy day that promises rain and snow, its difficult to believe that this is the first day of spring. I am glad to kiss winter goodbye on the calendar, but it will be nice when it shows up in the weather. I guess that I should not complain because we have had an unusually warm and uneventful winter. No big snow events, and no snow days off from work of school. Bummer. I just want the mornings to be a little bit warmer so that I can get back out and start running again.

As I look at how challenging it is to job hunt from a distance, I think that I will send my resume to some temp agencies and temp for awhile and get my feet on the ground before I try to find a permanent position. Coming to this decision has given me a bit of peace. I have so many other things going on in my life right now, and temping is a good way to get the lay of the land and help me to be able to decide where I'd want to work.

Once again I'm scrambling to get ready for Leila's birthday. In the car on the way to work today, she informed me that she wants lots of new toys and a new 'big-girl' bike. She also wants a Pocahontas video. This child has very expensive demands. We will have a nice little celebration and she will be pleased. Leila will be four years old, and leaving toddlerhood behind. She is a big girl now, and she wants to learn to read and write letters. She is no longer a baby, but a little person trying to find her place in the world. I love to watch how she learns and grows each day. She overhears so much more than I realize and understands more than I think she does. I must be more aware of what influences her and purposefully fill her with the love and knowledge of God. She is my special blessing, and I look forward to her growing into a wonderful woman who does incredible things for God and for this world.

02:27:02 PM

My step-mom and I went shopping today and we bought the flower-girl dresses and gloves. We already have their baskets, and I am going to make little garlands for their heads with ivy and flowers and trailing ribbons. I also found the little picture frames that we will use for the table numbers. I plan to make the place cards myself and place them on a table by the entrance to the reception hall. As the guests come into the room, they will recieve a place card with their table number marked on it. So, we will assign certain people to certain tables, but they can seat themselves where they choose to at each table.

We went to the party supply place and priced the dishes and silver. We are going to be catering the food ourselves, which should be interesting. But we have lots of help, and I think it should be fun. I need to get the supplies for the favors, which my mom will be making. The favor is a spoon with a Hershey's Kiss on it wrapped in a little tulle lace circle tied in a ribbon with a little card that says, "A spoonful of kisses from the Mister and Misses!" It will have our names and the date and it will be a little keepsake. We will also have wedding bubbles rather than have the guests throw rice at us. I am so excited I can't stand it! This is our wedding! I am going to be the bride and I am going to marry the most wonderful man in the world. I am a blessed child of God!"

March 18, 2002 04:53:41 PM

I left my house slightly later than ususal due to my Monday morning butt-dragging. Today is Evacuation Day, and obscure Boston-area holiday that commemorates the British leaving Boston harbor at the close of the Revolutionary War. Kids get the day off from school, but everything else is still open. My theory is that its really a sleep-off-the-St.Patrick's Day-hangover holiday, which gives people a chance to recover and clean up before beginning the work week. Anyway, there was a huge fire in the Fenway area this morning, so I had to take an alternate route through the Longwood medical area. My typical 10-12 minute commute took 45 minutes this morning in bumper-to-bumper gridlocked traffic. To make matters worse, it was snowing big, heavy, wet snowflakes. Since Brianna was coming to work with me today, we shared the ride listening to Alicia Keyes and watching the gloppy snowflakes fall.

I have received word that the Italian silk fabric for my gown has finally arrived. Daryll and I went ring shopping this weekend, and dealt with a lot of wedding/reception planning details. Accomodations for out-of-town guests are going to be a little tight as I have discovered that the weekend of May 18th is a graduation weekend in this area. Ooops! Now we need to scramble and remind folks to get their reservations in right now.

I am excited that our wedding day is quickly approaching. I will be even more thrilled when our housing situation is worked out. We are believing that God is going to provide for us, and Daryll is working feverishly to push the financing through. I am beginning to pack up my things in faith that we will have some place to move after the wedding. It will be interesting to see how this all works out.

March 13, 2002 09:33:17 AM

As the mother of a pre-teen, I feel poorly equipped for the teen years ahead. My mom and me had a very turbulent time during my and my sisters' adolescence. I do not want to duplicate the mistakes that were made in my past, and I am in fear of losing the wonderful closeness that we share right now. My girl is so sweet and affectionate and smart and funny and just a wonderful person. She is not responsible about her chores, and that is an area of strife between us. I found a book called, So You Want to Be A Teenager? and a companion book called, Parenting Today's Adolescent. These books are written from a Christian perspective, and I hope that it will help us prepare for the road ahead into the teen years. I want my children to love the Lord and to live with integrity. I hope that these books will help us to define our relationship so that we do not have to end up in a seven year long fight.

March 12, 2002 11:03:09 AM
All day yesterday I felt on the verge of tears. Why on earth do they need to dredge up those old images of September 11th again just because its the six month anniversary. It's like ripping a bandage off of a wound that was healing nicely, but now it is exposed once again and can be hurt anew. Why do they want to remind us of the horrible events of that day? Do they think that they did not successfully sear into our consciousness those haunting images of devastation? Did we really need to re-live it again? For myself, I could have done without it. My three-year-old remembers September 11th, and whenever the news shows the footage of the second plane crashing into the WTC south tower, she shudders and says, "turn off the bad news." I agree and turn the channel.

This morning when I arrived at the babysitter's house, she came into the living room half stooped over and looking very greenish. While I removed Leila's coat and mittens she had to quickly get up and run to the bathroom to toss her cookies (vomit). When she had cleaned herself up she came back and said that she was not feeling well. I proceeded to put Leila's coat back on her and bring her with me to work. I wanted the sitter to be able to get some rest, and I did not want to expose Leila to whatever illness she might have. So, I am here at work trying to get a little bit of work done while my energetic toddler bounces around and chants, "I want to help you, mommy." We visited pbskids.org and printed off a few pages of cartoon characters for her to color in with crayons. My step-mom will arrive soon and pick her up and bring her home, but in the meantime I'm just chilling. God bless my step-mother.

March 10, 2002 07:24:06 AM

We had a little taste of spring yesterday, and we tried ot get out and soak it up. In the morning I took Brianna to church for choir rehearsal, which got cancelled right as we arrived because the musician didn't show up. We ran into the group of people waiting for new members class to begin, and we met a young woman whose name is also Leila, and they both share the same birthday as well. I thought that was kind of wild. I had brought the stuff to work on my double wedding rings quilt, so I did. I got the back trimmed and put the batting inside and Brianna helped me to baste the three layers together. I was going to hand tie it, but I decided to go ahead and hand quilt it even if it takes another ten years to finish it. Its basted together fairly firmly right now, so it'll be fine. I am so thrilled at my progress.

Later in the afternoon we walked and Leila rode her now scooter to the park. The park is about a block form the river, and its always about five degrees cooler down there and the breeze is stronger. I sat and Brianna worked on some homework and I knitted on another pair of socks for my sweetie. We watched Leila run and play with the other little kids. She is so incredibly outgoing, and far too friendly for my liking. She will walk right up to someone and introduce herself and after that its like they are old friends or something. When Brianna was a toddler she was painfully shy. When we'd go to the park she never got out of my sight and she'd keep running back to "check on me." I believe that if I had gotten up to leave the park, Leila wouldn't notice for quite awhile.

March 8, 2002 09:29:37 PM

In 70 days, I will be getting married and there is still so much to do. I am happy and excited but overwhelmed. Can't I just skip past all of these arrangements and fussing over details and just marry the man I love and get on with our new lives? Oh well, let me stop whining now. The next big project is getting the invitations mailed out. We resolved the maid of honor dress issues, and they are each making their own gowns of the same fabric and similar styles.

I have found it rather challenging to look for a job in another city. I have no connections there other than my new family, so its a little bit like flying blind. I am just trusting that God has it all in control, and He will not allow me to fall into the wrong position. When I moved back here to the Boston area from the west coast, it was a similar kind of thing. I had not lived here since I was a child, so everything was new. The transition was not easy, but I got over it and now I feel right at home. I know the same will be the case for me now, but still there is that general trepidation about the unknown.

What I want to focus on right now is the prospect that I will be spending the rest of my life with a wonderful man that I love. We will merge our families and be happy and blessed. Thoughts like these are what is getting me through the chaos of leaving my old, comfortbale, predictable life behind.

March 4, 2002 03:27:02 PM

What a wonderful weekend with my family. Daryll and I had a great pre-marital counseling session on Saturday afternoon with Rev. Hamilton. You'd think that it might be strange to get counseling form your boss, but he is able to deal with us in a completely different mode, which is great. He is my pastor and my spiritual guide, and I am blessed to be learning all I can from this annointed man of God. Daryll and I are learning about each other and how to lay the groundwork for a strong Christian marriage. We will also be attending a marriage conference at his church in mid-March, so we are really being thoroughly equipped.

Mona found the reception centerpieces, which are topiaries made from silk flowers and ivy with sheer ribbon bows. At the same time, my mom found some little glass bud vases for the table centerpieces. My mom has been asking for more to do with the wedding planning, and I really need to be mindful of balancing my step-mothers exuberance and her expertise as a wedding planner, and my mom, who lives an hour away in NH and her desire to be more involved in the wedding planning than she feels right now. Lord, give me wisdom and strength and do not allow me to hurt anyone's feelings. . .

home::about me :: musings :: archives::contact ::