Monday, April 12, 2010

Easter Weekend

My 30th birthday came and went and ended up being a great day. I started the day with a run at the gym and then I came home to a birthday egg hunt made by Nate. He had prepared 7 eggs and in each one there was a clue (that even rhymed) telling me where to go to find that particular present. The last clue ended with me finding a note that had a message from each person in the family. Nate also stayed up late the night before making me a double decker choclate cake (yum). The rest of the day was filled with egg hunts, good friends, and phone calls and messages from many. While I'd be happy to share this great day and it's photos here, I can't -- unfortunately they were all erased from the camera's memory card. :( When I turn 30 again next year (and the next and so on) I'll be sure to post some then.




We headed to the zoo on the Friday before Easter and had a great time. But, note to self not to ever go again on Easter weekend. The parking attendant said it's the busiest day of the season and we believe him -- it took us 45 minutes to drive 5 miles.

Friday, April 2, 2010

for ME!

In a perfect blogging world, I suppose one wouldn't dedicate an entire post to themselves, but I've never claimed to be perfect and so here it goes anyway.
Today is my last day in my 20's -- tomorrow I turn the big 3 0. And yes, I know, "you're only as old as you feel," but honestly that doesn't help. I'm still not sure I like the way 30 sounds. I don't feel old and in fact it wasn't until recently that I realized I could no longer pass as a high school student -- talk about shocker! I had an extremely hard time turning 20. I never wanted to leave my teens because they were wonderful to me. I really had a lot of anxiety leading up to turning 20 because I just knew it was going to be a rotten year and come to find out, I was right. Thankfully after I turned 21, life seemed to come around again and all was well. Turning 30 isn't the same though. I'm not having anxiety toward it, I just really never imagined myself being in my 30's -- it always sounded so old. But, here I am on the brink of it and whether I like it or not, tomorrow is going to come and I am going to turn 30 years old. So, in light of turning 30 in a matter of hours, I've racked my brain with as many things as I could think of about why being in my 30's will be great (let's see if I can convince myself).
- All of my child bearing years are over and I can now work on my "body for life."
- I can run 6+ miles, which I wouldn't have dreamed of doing at 21.
- All of my children will enter school.
- I'll return to a profession that I love (other than motherhood), being an elementary teacher.
- Mac will turn 16 years old and get his driver's license (I can't decide if that is something to look forward to).
- All three of my boys should be holding the priesthood.
- I might actually be able to find some quiet time for myself.
- I shouldn't have to sweep the floor three times a day.
- The three trees we planted in our yard yesterday will be big enough to offer us some shade.
- Unlike in my 20's, I shouldn't have to move residences 10 times.
Okay, that's all I've got and I'm not sure I'm convinced yet that it's okay to be in my 30's. Even Mac said the other day that he doesn't want me to turn 30. He then followed up with, "I just like you better in your 20's." Me too, buddy, me too.

Okay, okay, I just read over what I wrote and it does sound pathetically depressing. Looking on the bright side, I really am just happy to be alive and well and to have a wonderful husband and four darling kids to share my life with. I suppose I need to remember that life is a gift and one to be enjoyed and grow from and not necessarily to just count the passing years. While the sound of 30 years is slightly frightening, the fact that I've made it happily along this far is encouraging. So here's to being a better person . . . all 30 years of me! Happy Birthday ME, hope your day is great.

Sunday, March 28, 2010

Monday, March 22, 2010

EIGHT whole years

Back in my college days I was at at a bar-b-q with some friends when a tall, handsome, blue eyed young man approached me and asked me if I remembered him. I didn't at first, but when he said that his name was "Hash," I remembered (that's not really a name you forget). We had met through a mutual friend a couple months earlier when I had gone to visit her. After a little bit of chit chat the boy said he was new in town and smiling asked if I'd like to be his new best friend. I agreed. That was 8 1/2 years ago and happily that same tall, handsome, blue eyed boy and I are still best friends. March 22, 2002 was the day Hash a.k.a. Nate and I sealed the deal and promised to be companions and best friends FOREVER! How grateful I am that Nate is a straight talking, right-to-the-point kind of guy. He's just the person I needed back then and still the perfect match for me. Love you lots HASHIE!
THEN . . .

AND NOW . . .

Sunday, March 21, 2010

Thursday, March 11, 2010

REWIND

My boys decided that instead of store bought V-day cards, they would like to make them again. Here's the results:

If you're wondering why Jax has such a happy expression, well after about 45 attempts at forming a heart with his fingers and holding it long enough to take a picture, we were finally successful!

Ready for church on Valentine Sunday.











Our family Valentine card.

I'm caught up, whew! (I think . . .)

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

In Honor of Catie

After an almost three year battle with cancer (Ewing's Sarcoma), my dear friend Catie passed away last Monday morning. Catie was amazing in every way, really! She became a best friend at a time when I was really needing one. Through her battle with cancer she kept the most positive outlook on life and her situation. Her faith never wavered as she suffered through horrible physical discomforts. She was a wonderful mother to her three children, ages 6, 4, and 2 and even though her time with them here was short, I'm sure they will grow and take on some of their mother's awesome traits and talents.
I saw Catie just before Christmas when our family and some others went caroling to her home. While she stood there on her porch her fraility was obvious, but her smile stood out even more. As our songs came to an end and we yelled out our goodbye's, I couldn't help but think that was going to be the last time I saw her in this life. I found so much comfort in knowing that she had lived a great life and that she had so much to look forward to in the eternities.
Catie will always stand as an inspiration to me. I can't imagine there will be too many days in my life that I won't think about her and want to be a better mom and wife in her honor.
I love you Catie! Thanks for being my friend!

I saw this picture of Catie on a slideshow that her husband made of her and I asked him if he'd send it to me. I added the scripture,(which was read at her funeral) and the quote,(which is found at the top of her family blog) as little reminders. I'm going to print it, frame it, and display it in my room as motivation to do a little better each day.
Below is a letter that I had Steve, (Catie's husband) read to her not long before she passed away.

February 14, 2010
Dear Catie,

Happy Valentine’s Day! I just wanted to take an opportunity to try and express to you some of my feelings in your regard.

I remember the first time I saw you. It was our second week in our new ward and as I sat in Sunday School and looked around at the people there, I wondered who in the crowd I could make as my friend. I noticed you, across the aisle, holding Mary. I’m not sure what led up to us meeting that day, but as I talked with you, I immediately knew I had found my friend. I remember thinking, “I’ve finally found someone who, like me, is just a normal, average, every day mother of two looking for ways to keep her kids busy.” Looking back, that first impression couldn’t have been more incorrect.

Not long after that, I went to church and before sacrament began, picked up a bulletin to find your name listed for a musical number. I waited in anticipation for your turn and when you got up you took a violin with you. I remember watching you up there, swaying back and forth to your beautiful music and while I was thrilled for you and your talent, I couldn’t help but pity myself. My friend, whom I had thought, like me, was ordinary, was actually quite extraordinary.

Extraordinary quickly turned into Super Woman-like when while we were having a swim play date you cleared the entire length of the pool in one jump in your successful attempt to save Mary from the water. I also remember how Mary seemed so unaware of the danger she had just been in, but how you cried and cried at the thought of your baby being in harms way. There in the water, you held her tight, and it became so obvious to me how much you loved your kids.

That first year in Chapel Hill was so much easier for me because of you. While I enjoy having many friends, I have always needed one friend who I could be closer to and you filled that void for me. You became my NC best friend, my confidant, my humor relief, and someone I felt like I could talk to about anything.

I will never forget the day I watched Mary and David for you while you went to get your shoulder looked at. After your appointment you told me the doctor thought it was just arthritis and that you must just be a wimp (I never believed you ). It wasn’t long after that you told me you had cancer. You wondered how you were going to tell your mom, because you knew she was going to be overcome with concern. And you expressed to me your deep desire to watch your kids grow. We hugged and cried and I told you it was all going to be fine and it would all work out in the end.

I had a conversation with your mom one morning when she came to drop your kids off. I told her how certain I was of your appreciation for her and her willingness to help out. Her reply was heartfelt as she expressed her gratitude to have the ability to come and spend that time with you.

I remember visiting you in the hospital not long after your hair had fallen out and with a smile on your face you asked me if I wanted to see your head. You pulled off your cap and I felt your head and told you how beautiful you were. When you have a cute face like yours, who needs hair?

Now here we are, more than 3 ½ years after meeting that first Sunday and it is very obvious to me that my “normal” friend is actually quite the opposite. You never were normal, or average, or ordinary, but always special, remarkable, and exceptional. You have touched my life in such a way that I will never be the same. Because of you I will be a better wife, a better mother, and a better friend. I will smile more, laugh often, look on the bright side, keep my head up, and fight the battles life sends my way. You will always remain in my mind and in my heart as a shining example of unwavering faith. Thank you for all that you’ve given me.

All my love forever!
Your friend,
Jami Peterson