A little note...

A little note can mean so much, especially when you think you aren't a very good at this mom thing.

Love you, Mara!

 



Friends...

Quote from one of my favorite movies ever... It's A Wonderful Life.

"..No man is a failure who has friends."

I happen to have the BEST kind of friends!  Just feeling thankful today!

 

My little Mara...

My Mara turned 10 on the 30th. 10!  My oldest is now in double digits!  This little lady is incredible in more ways than she knows.  She is sensitive, sweet, hard working and yes, a little bossy.  But, I am confident the last one will take her to great places in her life.  She is a natural born leader and a talented young lady. She is in her second year of competition at Black Diamond Gymnastics and does fantastic.  I LOVE watching her doing things that she loves and that challenge her.  She loves being part of the ward choir and did a duet/ solo with a dear friend of hers.  Her voice sounds like an angel.  She is thriving in school and is part of the science club.  She LOVES to learn. 

She was born on a beautiful snowy day.  She was a week late and still when I was induced, we had to do an emergency C-section AND use a vacuum to get her out!  She is still as stubborn as ever, but that is one of the many things that I love about her.  She is sensitive.  So much so, that when she hears someone swearing or sees someone making a bad choice, it is almost as if you have hurt her heart directly.  I hope she never loses that gift and always stands up for what she believes in.  She has an amazing testimony of her Savior and of the gospel and takes church very seriously.  She is not afraid to share this love.  This is something that I could learn from her.  I LOVE this little baby doll of mine!  Life has been good to her and I cannot wait to see how she continues to grow.

 

Happy Birthday to my darling Mara!

Family...

Christmas has come and gone. Almost as fast as I thought it would.  It goes too fast and it always makes me sad.

 

My parents came from NY to spend the holidays with us and to be here for Williams baptism.  We haven't spent Christmas together in years.  I cried when they left.  While they were here, everyone person in our household got sick.  Everyday, someone new woke up sick with either the stomach flu or a really bad cold/ flu bug.  It was awful, but we managed.  I truly could NOT have pulled Christmas or William's baptism off without my parents here. 

Below you will see sick kiddos, Christmas morning, Max the dog loving my dad, my parents, building a snowman, making cookies for Santa, a trip downtown with cousins and many wonderful memories!

 Christmas morning!

 

 

This Christmas was wonderful.  Now onto 2014!

How great is 8...

My little man is 8.  I don't even know where to start when I think of my little William.  He is my guardian angel. 

 

When I found out that I was pregnant with a boy, I was scared to death.  I only knew girls.  I didn't know how to raise a boy!  My entire pregnancy, I worried if I could be a good mom to him.  The night he came into this world, everything changed... In more ways that one.  He was born on December 22, 2005, 4 weeks early.  3 days before Christmas and when you are in the hospital over Christmas time, it seems like no one is there.  I was literally one of the only patients in the maternity ward.  Despite being 4 weeks early, William was making huge accomplishments.  They sent us home on Christmas Eve.  He was wrapped in a stocking.  We brought him home and I adored him.  The doctors told me to be very careful that holiday season.  The flu was bad and his lungs were not fully developed. So, B and I told everyone that they had to stay away until William was a little older.  Well, long story short, B and I and Mara came down with the flu.  We were all sooooo sick.  My mother in law came and took William to her house to get him away from the illness that lingered in our home.  I was distraught!  My new baby seemed so far away from me and I was so sick, I couldn't lift my head.  I laid there crying, wishing that I could hold my newborn boy that I felt I was disconnecting with.  That night we received a phone call from my FIL.  William was not doing well.  He was struggling to breath and had not eaten all day.  His lips were blue.  They were in the process of rushing him to the ER.  We jumped into our car and met them up there, just in time for them to tell us to rush him to Primary Children's hospital.  Still to this day, I am angry that they didn't put us in an ambulance.  We made it to Primary in record time.  The ER had alerted to them that we were on our way, so we had 2 nurses waiting for our arrival.  By that time, William was not breathing and his face and lips were bluish purple. Long story short, my little William barely made it through the next couple of nights.  Then came the dreaded Dr. visit in our hospital room.  William had RSV.  His lungs were not strong enough to fight with virus and his lungs were 85% packed with mucus.  He may not make it through the night.   They sent us doctor after doctor and then social workers telling us how to cope with the loss of a baby.  B and I were not active in our church at the time, but we both knew that we had to rely on a power that was stronger than any medical care he could receive.  We called my dad and B's dad and asked for a blessing on our little boy.  By this time, I had not held my baby in over 4 days.  If he moved, the mucus could shift and cause problems.  I so desperately wanted to hold my tiny baby.  Our dads finished the blessing and then it turned to a waiting game.  Again, long story short... William not only made it through the night, but his lungs cleared up almost 55%!  Something that does not happen.  This little boy of mine, was getting better!  That morning they FINALLY let me hold him.  It was almost as if I had never held him.  I don't think I put him down for weeks.

 

To this day, he still has breathing problems from the RSV but he is here and I know that he was meant to be here.  So much happiness has come from his spirit of adventure and sense of logic.  He makes my heart melt and he will randomly tell me he loves me and thinks that I am the most beautiful thing on earth.  I love his early morning snuggles and his sensitivity.  He is my little man and I know life wouldn't be the same without him! 

 

This week, William not only turned 8, but he got baptized as well.  I am so proud of him and thankful for the family and friends that joined us to watch him receive the Holy Ghost in his life.

LOVE YOU WILLIAM!!!  Happy 8 my love!

Last night...

Hopefully I will successfully capture the emotions of our night last night.

 

Last night was amazing in several ways. We got invited to attend The Christmas Carol at Hale Center theater with a bunch of friends very last minute.  I have soooooo much to do, but I have been dying for an opportunity that would bring the Christmas spirit into my heart this holiday season.  I feel like time is flying by too quickly.  I called B and told him of this opportunity. His mind was thinking the same thing mine was.... we have soooooo much to do. But he could tell, that I wanted and needed this time with our family.

 

 

So, we took our friend up on this unique opportunity and when I say unique, I almost mean life changing for our little family.

 

When we arrived at the play, our husbands were asked to help assist with security for a very "special guest".  Not knowing who it was, I found out that B would not be sitting by us the entire play.  I have to be honest, at first I was a little bugged.  I never see my husband and this was family time!  But then I someone whispered in my ear who B would be helping.  President Thomas S. Monson!  What???!!!  The Prophet of our church!  Emotions flooded me like I have never experienced before.  I was so excited.  B came out of the back before the play and said that he had goose bumps and could barely breathe.  He got to shake the hand of our prophet.  An experience that is not given to very many in a lifetime.  B sat directly above Pres. Monson throughout the play, along with some other wonderful men in our ward.

 

Our seats were just to the left of him and I found myself staring at him while I enjoyed the amazing play.  I was not only in the same room as President Monson, but if I wanted too, I could reach out and touch him.  (Ok, that wouldn't have happened, but I could have!)

 

The experience for me was one that I had not expected.  I received a flood of emotion, so much so, that I had to keep telling myself to pull it together.  I was sitting there in my moment and then casually glanced at my little Mara.  Tears in her eyes, she too was staring at the prophet.  At intermission, she walked directly up to the real body guards and said, "Can I just wave to him?"  They replied that she could, but to her dismay he never did look her way.  She earned to be next to him.  I told her to wait until after the play, and maybe, just maybe we can catch his glance.  The play ended and the theater went dark.  No sooner did the lights come on and he was gone.  It all happened so fast. B was gone as well.  She gasped and very loud , "NO!" at the sight of his empty chair.  She cried the whole way home.  Her words to me were, "Mom, all I wanted to do was hug him.  His spirit made me so happy, I wanted to fall to my knees and cry in happiness.  I know he is of God."

 

This experience has left me once again speechless at the love that our Heavenly Father has for each of us.  I know without a doubt that Thomas S. Monson is a prophet of God.  I could see, hear and most of all feel it.  I have a new outlook on Christmas this year and for that I am truly grateful. 
Merry Christmas to everyone!

Below are some pictures from our night at the conference center for the First Presidency Christmas Devotional.

She did it!

Mara will be starting her second season of gymnastic competition in a couple of weeks.  She amazes me everyday with her dedication, strength and technique.  This past summer her class had been working on getting their back handsprings. This was a very big deal for Mara. For whatever reason, she was convinced she couldn't do it.  I don't know why??? Flipping backwards not seeing your hands isn't that bad.... right??  :) She would come home crying from gym telling me that everyone else could do, why could she??  So, after talking with her coach and many others who had the same problem, we decided to have a private lesson with her coach on just this!  Well, 5 minutes into the lesson and a lot of support, she nailed it!  WAY TO GO, MARA!!!!!  You are amazing and I can't wait to watch this years competitions!  LOVE YOU BABYDOLL!

 I love her face when she accomplishes something hard!  Its the BEST feeling in the world to see you child succeed.