The Icing on the Cake

Ha ha ha ha. I can laugh about it now, because my husband is home, safe and sound, and I am able to look back at the week alone with my three children and smile. At the time, I wanted to cry. There are many stories to be told about the week, but I think it's safe to say that everything climaxed on one beautiful Sabbath morning.

It was was son's 4th birthday actually, and I was so proud of myself for being on top of the game. I had previously baked the cake and frozen it, (so it would frost better), I had made the frosting the night before and I had cleaned up the entire kitchen so that all I had to do Sunday was ever so elegantly decorate my son's cake all the while smiling like Betty Crocker.

I was doing just that, and allowing my children to help, as all good mother's do. My son was stirring the frosting and within seconds, the entire bowl whipped off the counter, shattering on the floor. Shattering, mind you! I've NEVER seen such a mess of glass. Not only that, but....now picture this with me folks.....each shattered piece of glass had gooey red red red frosting on it, so now I had shards of glass literally stuck to my kitchen floor and walls. ha ha! (Like I said, I laugh now.)

It literally took my a good 5 minutes to even figure out how to begin cleaning up the darn mess. I mean, I couldn't sweep it, I couldn't mop it, I couldn't vacuum it, and even with my hands...it was impossible because the pieces were so small and burried in frosting. I finally put on my dishwashing gloves (which every woman should own a pair!) and prayed that I would be able to pick things up without ending up with several cuts.

Forty five minutes later....yes, forty five minutes, People....I looked at kitchen and laughed. We began a new batch of frosting and finished the cake.

This is just one of the many things that happened while my husband was away where I just wanted to yell, "Kyle! Help!" I truly missed my husband and have a greater appreciation for all he does around the house for me and the kids. Daddies are missed when they are away. That's for sure. My husband is amazing! I am the luckiest woman in the world to have a man who loves to be a Dad.

And...the cake was delicious.

11:08 P.M.

I write this post specifically because I know my husband will check my blog when he sees there's a new post there and he will be totally turned on to see that I was blogging at 11:08 P.M.

I love you Baby Lou! And miss you even more than you can imagine. Headlines just weren't as funny without you to laugh with, and eating a late night snack without you is just not enjoyable. I LOVE LOVE LOVE YOU!!! XOXOXXX

P.S. Call me *wink*

Top 10 Reasons Why I Let My Husband Buy a Harley

10. He looks dead sexy on a motorcycle.
9.????

What other reason is there?!!

Well, I must be losing my mind...or else I must have lost my heart to the man I love because the unthinkable has happened. My husband bought a motorcycle. But get this, he had my permission! What was I thinking?! ha ha Let's just say that after many weeks of prayer and thought, I decided my husband is a pretty good guy and that he deserves to have something to satisfy those little boy desires that are screaming to get out of every man that walks the planet. ha ha It's true. All men have their childhood boy deep down inside that wants to play in the dirt, or pick up a hammer, or drive a fast car or save the planet.

In all actuality, something has come of Kyle's motorcycle that I would have never imagined. Kyle normally comes home attached to his cell phone still handling work "issues". It takes him a good 20-30 minutes to really "end" his day. But, now that he can't be talking on a cell phone on his motorcycle, he comes home leaving work behind. Plus, he's had a 10 minute "ride" to just relax and unwind from the day. And believe me, there's nothing more sexy than my husband riding up on his motorcycle ready to be a husband and a dad. I love it! Ride on! (ha ha get it, right on, ride on.....never mind.....)

Blessing a Blessing

I have always thought the term "Baby Blessing" has dual meaning. Not only is the baby receiving a blessing, but the baby is a blessing. The family has been given a "baby blessing" from heaven. I can't put better words to how I felt this weekend than that. It was a blessing. Katie is a blessing. And so is all the family that came to support us and supported us in their hearts at home. How grateful I am for the "blessing" of being able to have our daughter blessed this Sunday at church. Kyle gave such a beautiful blessing. I've always admired how he can so eloquently phrase things. He has a love for words, and it's professed in how he speaks, especially when it comes to things of a spiritual nature. I tease him that he is the "Neil A. Maxwell" of our family. I love him for sharing that talent and love with me.

Katie's blessing day was perfect. She is doing so well, as am I. I just love being a mother of three. They are my greatest joy.

Happy Mommy's Day to Every True Mommy!

I love to write. Poems especially. And in honor of Mother's day, which is quickly approaching, I thought I would post a poem that I wrote about mothers. Someday, I will publish a book with all my poems and stories in them. So think of this as a "sneak peek" of what is it come. ha ha

Beginning to See

Mom,
I always knew you loved me.
You showed it each and every day.
I never doubted you’d be there for me,
no matter what came your way.
I always knew you would cry with me
and be quick to give a squeeze.
I never doubted you’d be proud of me.
You were never hard to please.
But…
Now, I’m older
with a child of my own,
and I’m beginning to see more of what
I’ve thought I’ve always known.

I’m beginning to see
the little things are really the big things
I treasure and I love,
like a slobbery kiss, a giggle, a look,
or a small chubby armed hug.

I’m beginning to see
worrying about everything
is something I will do often.
But how can I help it when the
clothes are hot, the air is cold,
or he’s just plain coughin’?

I’m beginning to see
how a mother’s time
is truly not her own.
But to also enjoy each passing moment
‘cause all too quickly, they’re grown.

I’m beginning to see
how much a mother depends
on prayer and heaven above
to watch her family day and night
and surround them with
protection and love.

I’m beginning to see
how a mother would do anything
to take away the pain and tears,
the endless nights, the crying eyes,
the aching stomachs and infected ears.

I’m beginning to see
a mother’s love
truly knows no bounds or depths,
and although I know I still have
much to learn,
I know I will always be in debt
to my Mother, who was also once
a mother beginning to see.
I love her for all she’s done
and all she’s passed along
to a beginning mother like me.
-2005-