Saturday, August 27, 2011

Salem---Seoul

Yesterday Adam took a half day and we drove all the way down to Salem, Oregon and back, for a two hour open house. Four hours there, four hours back was a little much. But, it was really wonderful to hear Adam reminisce about his childhood, teenager, and young adult life. It was also really great to see some of the people I had met only briefly at our own open house, meet a few new people, and see the lovely bride and groom.

While there I witnessed J. being bullied by three older kids. I'm going to be honest, I got pretty sassy with those three little boys. A truth, of which I'm not very proud. I let my emotions as a mother get the better of me (don't imagine the worst, I only told them that NO it is not ok to do a judo throw-down on a two year old boy, nor is it ok to be rude to him.) I probably could have scolded them in a more productive way, and I totally forgot to get them to apologize but enough said on that subject.

To end, my Adam is on a plane this very minute half-way across the Pacific on his way to Seoul. I already miss him and it's only been about seven hours. He'll be gone until next Sunday.

Thursday, August 11, 2011

Happy Birthday!



I can't believe it's already been two years. Where did the time go? It seems like only yesterday that you made your full entrance into our family. How did you grow so much so quickly? We love you little Tweed. We love your fake laughs, your tantrums, your dancing, your hugs. We love it when you "read" the scriptures, sing, and play trains and cars. We love everything you were then and now! I know we both pray that your life will be full, beautiful, and long. Thank you for being ours. Happy birthday little guy.




Monday, August 8, 2011

Off

I don't know quite how to put into words what I've been feeling lately. Melancholy? A little blue, lack luster, off kilter maybe? I can't say.

The sun is out today. The leaves outside the window next to me are moving with every little breeze. They cast shadows that flicker and change here on the couch, then, there on the wall. Every twenty minutes the number 5 bus rumbles past. The cars are more constant. Sometimes their sound is soothing like the lapping of water. They move past quietly, then loud, then quietly again. Repeat.

J is asleep. I am awake. Waiting.

Monday, August 1, 2011