I got a text at 3pm that said, "We will be there in 30 min."
The we that was coming over at the craziest time of the day was Josh and his boss who is from California, who I have never met! The house was in the midst of a laundry crisis, I had 5 hair bows in my hair compliments of my 4 year old hair stylist and frizzy hair from all the rain! I would have loved to see a video of all of us getting ready for our visitors. I put the laundry in the laundry room, quick cleaned the kitchen, changed my clothes, put some lipstick on, and tried to make the house smell sweet! We were all ready when J walked in the door with J and were so happy to meet him. Sweet L was making eyes at the dark haired stranger! The kids did their tricks...R shot some hoops, O played the piano, Z talked sweet and L waved bye-bye! Then they were back on the road! Phew.
The next day O and I had this conversation:
O: Mom, what did you do last night to make the house smell so good?
M: I can't tell you, it's a secret!
O: Well, when I get married will you tell my wife the secret so my house will smell good when I bring my boss home?
M: Sure O, I would do anything for you!
Oh my sweet O makes me smile and cry all at the same time!
PS- The secret is a little bit of vanilla on a piece of aluminum foil placed in the oven at 200! I'm sure J wondered why I didn't offer cookies!
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A taste of our lives....sometimes it tastes sweet, other times bitter and burned. A peek into what our lives are turing into after the news that changed our lives in March of 2006. Are we genuine? What will the pretty side of the tapestry look like?
Remembering
Go ahead and mention my child,
The one that died, you know.
Don't worry about hurting me further.
The depth of my pain doesn't show.
Don't worry about making me cry.
I'm already crying inside.
Help me to heal by releasing the tears that I try to hide.
I'm hurt when you just keep silent,
Pretending she didn't exist.
I'd rather you mention my child,
Knowing that she has been missed.
You asked me how I was doing.
I say "pretty good" or "fine".
But healing is something ongoing
I feel it will take a lifetime. ~ Elizabeth Dent ~
The one that died, you know.
Don't worry about hurting me further.
The depth of my pain doesn't show.
Don't worry about making me cry.
I'm already crying inside.
Help me to heal by releasing the tears that I try to hide.
I'm hurt when you just keep silent,
Pretending she didn't exist.
I'd rather you mention my child,
Knowing that she has been missed.
You asked me how I was doing.
I say "pretty good" or "fine".
But healing is something ongoing
I feel it will take a lifetime. ~ Elizabeth Dent ~
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- I am a SAHM to 5 great kids...and 1 in heaven, our little Pearl. We are negotiating our way through that nightmare! I was a Labor and Deliery Nurse before kids and hope to be a super shoe seller at Nordstrom someday!
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5 comments:
I love that boy. He always has the cutest things to say, and the cutest smile to go with it! I will remember your trick.
oooooh! You are soo good! Gotta love that "company's comin, throw everything into a room we won't go into" crunch!
Thinking of you today on Mother's day.. your children are precious... thanks for the trick. I am always having unexpected visitors. Usually, I just run and hide and pretend I'm not home. :)
I am going to have to try that secret! Thinking of you today! Happy Mother's Day!
I've been reading through your blog... I'm going to share it with a friend who lost her baby several months ago. My prayers will be with you, as well.
Hugs..
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