We are doing it again.
The 2nd Annual Deak's Run for Hope is scheduled for May 12, 2012.
I wouldn't miss it, if I were you.
See www.deaksrunforhope.blogspot.com for details.
Monday, January 30, 2012
Friday, January 20, 2012
Christmas Day 2011
I knew it may be a rough day, when Abby came into my room at 5:00 am, not asking about Santa...but, asking to get in the tub because she was sick. It took her a couple of hours to even really care about the gifts, but in true Abby style, she powered through and was sweet and kind and grateful all day long. Our Christmas mornings are not short. It is very important to Abby that Deak gets to take his "turns" opening gifts, and she very sweetly helps him open each one; showing each package to him and explaining all the fun things he gets to do with it. I don't know what could exemplify the true meaning of the day more. She inspires me.
This was the first real "tween" year for Ab...full of JB perfume and a cell phone (which she doesn't use too often). She also loved the Monster High Dolls and pirate ship from her dad.
Deak, well, Deak's was about buttons...as usual. He also got a jumping horse replacement for the one he wore out a year ago.
A pretty perfect day.
The Cell Phone...
The Jumping Horse...
Our traditional homemade buttermilk pancake breakfast...
Deak and Trip (Maddi's puppy), back watching youtube videos on the ipad.
Thursday, January 19, 2012
December.
December came and left us in a blur this year. Though I consciously attempted to soak in the moments, I'm afraid the hustle of the season may have overtaken me more often than not. I love making memories, and the anticipatory craziness that surrounds each activity. I love that Christmas allows me to plan and create and be a little domestic. I enjoy being traditional; wearing an apron and baking from scratch. I love that I don't have much choice in guiding my thoughts towards others and towards my family. I love the Lord, and the reason for celebration.
I guess, I love Christmas.
Visiting Santa...
Deak actually really liked the Big Guy this year, and was excited each time we spoke of him. I've been waiting a long time for excited Santa giggles from that little dude.
Deak, pretty much doing what he does (ipad).
Abby's first time outdoor ice-skating. She eventually braved "letting go" for a two foot span. After we left, she begged and begged to come back again.
Making our homemade Gingerbread Cookies...
Ab and her cute friends, exchanging gifts. Brittney to the right (next door Bff who moved in this year) and Briawna to the left.
And, for good measure...Deak.
Friday, January 6, 2012
Love What You Got.
Last night before bed as I stood in my little girl's room praying with her, I could not help but feel.
She was tucked in, looking like the baby girl my heart longs for her to stay, and I was taken aback by a wave of emotion that emptied in my heart.
I consciously listened to the prayer I was reciting and found myself thanking my Heavenly Father for the stuff that so often in my past I've taken for granted.
People often say things like, "I'm grateful for food, I'm grateful for the roof over my head, I'm grateful for my family." And, trust me, I am guilty of rolling off the standard phrases more often than not.
But, last night I realized that I mean it. Every word.
I've said aloud a few times, that I think the Lord knew what he was doing when we ended up on a crazy path last year that circled us back into our home.
I needed to understand, I needed to feel gratitude, I needed to show gratitude.
My most important prayers are the ones that tell the truth.
The prayers of gratitude at 1:00 in the morning, after a long and tiring day, and I realize that my right leg has not ached once...not once. The prayers of gratitude sent at 5:00 on a Wednesday afternoon as I walk to my car from the grocery store, and realize that I made it through without a scream from Deak. The prayers of gratitude that are sent at 9:00 as I put my not so little girl to bed, listen to her recount the plethora of reasons as to why her bedtime should be extended, and feel nothing but love.
I feel so lucky that the experiences I've had in my 33 years of life have lead me to a place where my heart can swell with gratitude over healthy bodies, uneventful grocery store trips and drawn out bedtimes.
I am grateful.
She was tucked in, looking like the baby girl my heart longs for her to stay, and I was taken aback by a wave of emotion that emptied in my heart.
I consciously listened to the prayer I was reciting and found myself thanking my Heavenly Father for the stuff that so often in my past I've taken for granted.
People often say things like, "I'm grateful for food, I'm grateful for the roof over my head, I'm grateful for my family." And, trust me, I am guilty of rolling off the standard phrases more often than not.
But, last night I realized that I mean it. Every word.
I've said aloud a few times, that I think the Lord knew what he was doing when we ended up on a crazy path last year that circled us back into our home.
I needed to understand, I needed to feel gratitude, I needed to show gratitude.
My most important prayers are the ones that tell the truth.
The prayers of gratitude at 1:00 in the morning, after a long and tiring day, and I realize that my right leg has not ached once...not once. The prayers of gratitude sent at 5:00 on a Wednesday afternoon as I walk to my car from the grocery store, and realize that I made it through without a scream from Deak. The prayers of gratitude that are sent at 9:00 as I put my not so little girl to bed, listen to her recount the plethora of reasons as to why her bedtime should be extended, and feel nothing but love.
I feel so lucky that the experiences I've had in my 33 years of life have lead me to a place where my heart can swell with gratitude over healthy bodies, uneventful grocery store trips and drawn out bedtimes.
I am grateful.
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