Monday, May 30, 2011

When I was in 6th grade for Memorial Day, my teacher asked us to share stories about family members who served in the military. My grandfather served in World War II and I was eager to share a story that he had told me when I was a little girl. I was in first grade and my grandparents had come to visit us in Iowa. My sister and I were playing outside and we noticed a scar my grandfather had on his foot. When we asked him about it, he told us he got that scar from a bayonet while fighting in the war. I thought that was amazing and never ever forgot it, so it was the obvious story I chose to share when I had the opportunity.

I spent the majority of my life believing this to be true without even thinking twice about it. I don't remember when exactly it came up, but Jamie heard about it, and was quick to point out to me that they did not use bayonets in World War II. I had not even thought to consider this fact- when grandpa told me it was a bayonet scar I just believed him. So, I told my grandfather that I had shared his story with my 6th grade class. He got a pretty good chuckle out of it. He told me the scar was actually from an axe. Still pretty impressive I think. :)

A special thank you to my grandpa and the many other men and women who have faithfully served our country in war time and peace. Happy Memorial Day!

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

With the warmer weather finally making its way into Minnesota and the gas prices making their way sky high again, the girls and I have once again hit to the streets. The girls are normally zooming along on their scooters, and they still ride them on occasion, but this year they have promoted to bike riding. Thanks to Papa and MumMum the girls are riding in style on their very own unique-to-them bikes.

Macie sports a princess bike with a princess bag on the front to hold all her treasures. She has a princess helmet, and excitement of all excitements for Mace, the helmet came with a princess bell that she steadily rings as she pedals along. Macie isn't quite confident enough to go really fast yet. She likes a slow, steady ride and she likes me to hold on to the front of the bike if we go down an incline of any sort.

Ponsi has a medium sized bike that says "Pretty in Pink". She likes to stand up when she rides for some reason and her helmet has a big pink flower on it. Before the girls had helmets we only let them ride in the driveway and Isabelle was always the one we caught riding in the grass and she never knew how she got there. I recommend if you ever see her coming down a sidewalk near you, that you steer yourself out of the way. She is a fully capable rider, she just doesn't normally ride in a straight line. On the way home from Tori's soccer game the other night, Jamie let me know he will not be teaching Ponsi how to drive. :)

Tori is loving life on her new, big time, 10 speed. She has a very sporty, gender-neutral helmet with splashes of lime green, her new favorite color. I don't really know how she likes to ride her bike because she normally takes it on independent ventures. She rides it down the road to her soccer practices and games and absolutely loves the freedom of wheels that take her where she needs to go all by herself. I can imagine she is going to be begging for her driver's license/permit the day she is able to get one.

I absolutely love this time of year. I am going to have to get some wheels of my own so I can keep up with them. Enjoy your day!


Sunday, May 08, 2011

Being a mom is one of the greatest gifts in my life. I enter each new Mother's Day with a bigger sense of the true privilege, honor, and huge responsibility it is to be a mom. I try to spend time, on this day especially, to thank God for the three beautiful and unique girls that God has given me to mother. And I also praise Him for my own mom and what she has meant and continues to mean to me in life.

But on this day, my heart is also reminded of the many that ache on this day. I wish I knew the whens, the whys, and the hows for each situation, but I don't. So I entrust each friend to my Heavenly Father who is intimately aware of every hurting heart and holds all things in His hand. He is the only one that I have ever known to bring beauty of ashes and I ask in faith for Him to continue His work. I pray great comfort and peace for those who have lost their moms or those moms that have lost their children. And I pray for sustained strength for those that long to be mothers, asking for the Spirit to intercede where my words fall terribly short.

Blessings to God on this day for his amazing gifts. May we never, ever take them for granted or forget from where they come.

Happy Mother's Day...

Friday, May 06, 2011

You can never be too sure in Minnesota, but I think, just maybe, Spring is here. :)