Saturday, November 27, 2010

He is Ours


I have struggled through a lot of questions during this pregnancy. Why did the Little Pirate come to us? Why 4 instead of 3? Is this part of our family's great, eternal plan? Why didn't he go to one of a dozen couples I know who are desperately trying to have a baby? Why now? etc. etc. etc...

So at last he's here, sitting in my arms, sticking his tongue out and making worried-lined-forehead faces at me - and I still don't have all my questions answered. Except one - I know he is ours.

Unconditionally, completely, gratefully ours.







Friday, November 19, 2010

We're Ready...

...not really.


Truth be told, I'm scared to death when I think about four. And a boy.

Rooms must now be shared.

Current negotiation tactics will be tested.

Cereal will disappear faster.

More people will look at us with disdain (a.k.a "the look")

And there will be even more bathroom near-misses to clean up. Ugh!


Reminds me of a line from Emmylou Harris - My kingdom for a lullaby.

Friday, November 12, 2010

My Favorite Book


When people ask me what my favorite book is - there is absolutely no hesitation in my reply. I was required to read How Green Was My Valley by Richard Llewellyn 15 years ago for a summer of Honors English in Charlottesville, Virginia. Since then my increasingly dilapidated copy with dozens of markings and notes has never been far from me.

This book is like scripture - with prose and detail and characters who feel like they're my own ancestors talking to me.

Be warned - this book is not for the casual reader. It takes time to fall in love with it. And without exception, I have cried at the end with every single reading. Never fails.

I have MANY favorite passages. So here are just a few -

"I never met anybody whose talk was better than good food."

"Indeed, if happiness has a smell, I know it well, for our kitchen has always had it faintly."

"I am Angharad Morgan, " she said, and the river never ran colder. "Go to hell."

"Think to have small children in your own likeness standing at your knee, and to know them as flesh of your flesh, blood of your blood, looking to you for guidance as you look to God the Father for yours. Can that be anything but terrible, in majesty and in beauty beyond words?"

"O, there is lovely to feel a book, a good book, firm in the hand, for its fatness holds rich promise, and you are hot inside to think of good hours to come."

"But you have gone now, all of you, that were so beautiful when you were quick with life. Yet not gone, for you are still a living truth inside my mind. So how are you dead, my brothers and sisters, and all of you, when you live with me as surely as I live myself?"

Friday, November 5, 2010

Feeling Appreciated

Last night I had to attend a multi-hour stake auxiliary training meeting.

We also had the missionaries over for dinner.

There was leftover homework chaos in the kitchen.

I left Greg with the kids for bedtime.

Perfect scenario for a multi-mega disaster area when I got home. Because even though I'm desperately in love with my husband, I know what can happen under these circumstances.


This morning I was the ideal image of a grumbling, angry housewife (imagine Marge Simpson). When the final straw seemed to be landing on the camel's back, Our Big Guy came through and rationally explained while he polished off his last bowl of cereal -

"You see Mom, you weren't here."



And then I realized - at least my family gets it. They know the value of Mom. Greg is without a doubt the head of our home. But I know - and everyone else who lives here knows - Mom keeps the wheels rolling in the background. And when Mom is gone and the wheels slow down - or in worst case scenarios - come to a screeching halt - it's nice to know they recognize who can get everything working again.

So the rampage is over. Still need to scrub off food from plates that didn't get rinsed off last night. But my family is thrilled to have me home :)