Quiet…

Quiet is not a word typically synonymous for our home, by any stretch of the word. Our dogs bark. Our youngest screams and yells… Sometimes we yell too. We love music. When we watch movies, the sound is high enough to really feel it. 
Then, though, a stretch of days come that surprise us with their quiet. 
Peaceful words. 
Calm emotions. 
Currents of love and compassion. 
For that brief moment of time there is no excess noise, no tension. 
Quiet. 
We’ve had a quiet week. It’s been lovely. I have read an entire book. I am caught up on freelance deadlines. We’ve had soft conversations, tender snuggles and smiles. Lots of smiles. 
This week, I’m really loving the quiet… {though my blog is not…} 
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The most non-memorable of memorable moments…

I think Chw was wishing, going into this past three day weekend, that this is what his trilogy of days off might look like. (With a veggie burger, of course.) I went into it imagining the photo moments with which I could post and share with you all. 
Photos I have to share from 72 hours of togetherness and summer kick off weekend bliss= BIG FAT ZERO! 
We had originally planned to go camping. Nope. Big fat fail there too. 
No picnics. No long bike rides. No barbecuing. 
what did we do, you ask? 
Stayed inside, mostly. Played the wii. Got caught up in watching Dark Shadows on Netflix. {No, I am not kidding… I love that silly show, and now Gen does too. Chw hated it, until this weekend, and now he wants to watch it all of the time.} At one point the girls went roller skating. For an afternoon we all ventured the rain and black clouds accompanied by gross wind to go to lunch and a movie. Over all though, our three days lasted almost forever because we did a whole lot of nothing. Aimlessly sleeping in as long as we needed, no planned meals… (since we were supposed to be camping and stuff.) 
Though I am a planner and am left with the guilt that we wasted our time- secretly I loved it. We aren’t the people who let any weekend pass like this- much less an extra long one. So, I guess the hammocked hopes of my husband weren’t far from the truth, after all, only he was laying around dry and in the house instead of wet outside… he totally deserved a long weekend of nothing! 
Oh yeah, and (aside from togetherness with my family) the absolute highlight of my weekend was listening to Ellie Goulding. If you aren’t familiar, I STRONGLY encourage you to become so. It’s been quite awhile since I stumbled across someone, musically, that I really loved almost instantly. 
So, what was the highlight of your three day weekend? 
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On Gossip…

Over the weekend a dear family friend spent some time with Genny. During their time together Genny said some things that weren’t entirely honest about her sister. Perhaps it was that feeling of power that comes from having information no one else has, but soon Genny started talking about things that weren’t true at all. When we spoke with her about it, Genny’s bright idea was to begin telling us things about other people. Though there was a shred of a possibility that there was some truth to her words- most of the things spewing from her mouth were just wrong. 
Tonight, for family night, before the dessert and games came out- we had a bit of an object lesson on gossip. 
i had Gen hold her hand out, and I filled it with Elmer’s Glue. 
Your mouth is the glue bottle, the glue your gossip and your palm is people you are gossiping to. 
I took her hand and smeared it onto a blank piece of paper. 
The paper is the people you’ve talked about. 
She looked at me, confused. 
Take it back Genny. What you said. Put the words you gave to others back into your mouth. 
She tried. i will give her credit, but no matter what she did, the glue made a bigger mess. 
Well, at the very least try to take away the damage your gossip did to the people you talked about. 
No matter what she did, the paper was wet, wrinkled and ruined.
It definitely brought the message home more so than just telling her would have…
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It was all about me, after all…

Sometimes I whine too much… Sometimes I can become that horrible woman who complains far too excessively that I fail to see the beautiful blessing before my own face due to the obesity of my self inflicted misery. 
Though not always, sometimes days like holidays where I am “supposed” to be the focus, (i.e. birthdays and Mother’s Day) and days where I am miserably sick are days that fit that description. 
I’m not proud. 
When I woke up horribly sick on Thursday morning, (Thank you, broncial flu-like misery who has taken up residence in my body!) I was determined not to let this weekend fall victim to my stupidity. I sucked it up and behaved well (although increasingly sicker) throughout my husband’s birthday festivities over the weekend. I spent time genuinely laughing with my beautiful daughters, husband and our friends. 
It was nice… 
By the time Saturday afternoon rolled around though, my fever had spiked and it was clear that I was not doing myself any favors by pretending I was absolutely fine. My pity party train arrived and I was sad that Mother’s day would be a total bust… 
But it wasn’t! 
Plans were changed to accommodate my homebound state and my family pulled off what may be my most fabuslous Mother’s day ever… 
Amazing crepes, for breakfast, with both girls and Chw. It was perfect… 
Genny created an “at home” day spa for me, complete with Ambient spa music, low lighting and gentle speaking. She presented me with a “menu” of services to choose from. Her menu included never ending cups of steaming tea, fruit skewers, yogurt dip and chocolates. 

 I chose a Eucalyptus and Green tea hand soak and manicure, A milk and honey foot soak and pedicure and a half hour peaches and cream facial. Divine…

 I also got the most amazing cards… Being a word girl, i have a soft spot for cards and all three of my kinds managed to find the BEST cards. Each one specifically spoke of things which seemed to be just in reference to our relationships… Very moving and lovely words, both the pre-printed and the hand written. (and they all three picked out blue floral cards, which is pretty funny. The pink one is from my husband…)

Added bonus was, it was Sunday so I got to skype with Lucas! It does my heart so good to see that boy’s face. Makes the miles between Idaho and Germany feel somehow smaller.

My husband brought me two dozen roses and also gave me some hair products i’ve been wanting (to go along with the “pampered” theme, chinese take out for dinner and entertained me with Glee Karaoke, which was super fun. Over all, though i’m not feeling any better- my heart is feeling so full and blessed by my beautiful family. I truly am a “simplicity” and quality time girl, and my family really made me feel loved and appreciated… 
I guess, in a way, I also gave myself that gift by not allowing my miserable moments to overcloud my life vision. 
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Thirty-Six…

Dear Chw,  
I could address this letter so many different ways… 
Happy Birthday, Baby… 
To the Man of my Dreams… 
Hello Sexy Lover… 
But really, they would all head in the same direction so I thought to myself, why not keep it simple? 
Day by day, year by year I am continually amazed by you. Just when I think that you have reached the epitome of everything I could ever want or appreciate in a man- you go and push the limits even farther. It would take me years to write out everything I adore about you and all of the ways that you raise the bar as a father, husband and friend… 
Thank you, for loving me. For choosing me. For loving our kids as much as you do. For working so hard, for being so brave. For being you… 
Happy birthday, my husband. I love you so much… 
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