Calm Amongst the Chaos

Mama of 5 seeking calm in the chaos

I’ll be honest, it’s been a rough week. Lily has been having up to 8 good size seizures a day. And uncoutable little ones. Finding relief seems impossible and I had a mini breakdown. No worries, I have them quarterly. I have found the old bitter me pop up and like those gopher games I have to hit her on the head to get rid of her. But today is different. Seizures aren’t, but today is. Because today Lily and I sit on a front porch swing in one of the most beautiful places I know and she rocks. I kiss her she laughs. The wind blows her face ad she smiles. I know that dispite all we can’t change, the things we do make all the difference in her quality of life. Our job is to make her time on earth as wonderful as possible and that fact has never been more clear to me than right this very moment. I write this for nobody but myself. A reminder back in the real life of what is most indeed most important.

My heart quickens when I realize I am ready to post on this subject again. Well I already did post on it, just on wordpress to an audience of none.

Linking it here changes things and makes my tummy flip flop.


I first wrote this http://lilyannablu.blogspot.com/2011/01/2010-in-depthmetaphorically-of-course.html


And then this http://lilyannablu.blogspot.com/2011/06/to-share-or-not-to-share_23.html

Then I never said another word. Some may think good, that doesn’t need to be discussed and if you feel that way I am sorry for this next post. But many asked me to share how we survived and I promised to do so and just never felt like I could until I 100% believed what I wanted to say.
God gives us trials to go through and yes they suck and yes we feel like throwing in the towel, but if we don’t and we dig deeper and find our way out we are so much better for it.

So here is the post I wanted to share:
https://calmamongstthechaos.wordpress.com/2012/08/07/shedding-some-light/


Thank you for letting me share my heart. I have taken this blog on a long journey of this crazy life and I feel like we are moving to a brighter place. A new beginning of sorts for me. I have made some changes in my life and have been following God much more closely than I had ever before and he is taking my heart places I didn’t expect. I am excited to see where we all will end up. Thanks for following this ride and sending me your awesome comments that make my heart swell. I feel like although this is just a blog, a lot of good is being done through it and I just knew I had to share this post if I want to continue staying honest to myself.

Sitting around a table around 10:30pm on a Friday night with some amazing women in my life we talk about kids, and about being moms and the struggles and triumphs we go through. As I listen to some stories my heart swells and I wonder “how does she do it?” Then one mom says “I don’t know how you do it” addressed to me and I answer my honest answer “I have to and you all would do it too.” Because I know those moms at that table would do it and probably better than I do. They may not think so, but I know so. We always wonder how we would do in a different place. With a different struggle than the one we have and we always sell ourselves short on how we would manage it.

Isn’t life so much about learning along the way? I mean we all think we know it all at 20 and others will say we don’t, but we honestly think we do. Then we look back 13 years later and think, oh Kim you had no idea. But I love that! I love that I have learned by living. I have learned by mistakes and will continue to learn to the day we take our last breath. At least I hope so!

When we become moms, we have expectations. We have plans. And most of the time it isn’t as we expected, planned, dreamed. I thought Lily would be in dance and sports, sweet 16 and prom. I thought we’d walk her down the aisle. But those things won’t happen. Not in the way I pictured them to anyway. But when Andi Jane was born I had expectations for her as well. I had expected her to take over all those plans I had for Lily and for herself. At the time I wouldn’t have admitted to that, but looking back it is very clear. But Andi Jane didn’t like dance class. She picks flowers in the outfield, she isn’t the quickest in her studies and she’d rather spend 3 hours getting every word to a song correct and film herself sing it, off key, than do anything else. With Oliver I saw a dark hair, dark eyed boy, that looked like his dad. I expected him to have a chill out mentality and didn’t plan on him getting upset over a piece of his yogurt lid still stuck on the container. I didn’t expect him to be so hard to put to bed I certainly didn’t expect him to want to listen to Taylor Swift “We are Never Ever Getting Back Together” over and over again. I didn’t expect him to be as hilarious as he is. Thank the Lord for that one. My point is I love that Lily can giggle and my heart is full, I love that Andi Jane wants to sing all day long and I love that Oliver wears a Spiderman costume three days in a row. They aren’t who I expected and I thank God each day for that.

Many years ago I didn’t feel like that. I did NOT live like that. I felt cheated. I felt God dealt us a bad hand and I felt like a martyr. I would listen to other moms ask for prayer for their kids to get tubes in their ears and I would say (in my head) ha! I’ll pray when they have brain surgery. I remember getting so mad at a mom one time at music therapy that said I should count my blessings that Andi (at a very wild 2) was able to express her needs and wants. I just smiled but in my head I said you should be grateful your child who needs music therapy walked into this place and talks to you! In my head I was a victim. I was ungrateful and I was downright nasty, although it was in my head and never spoken out loud, it hardened my heart. It was a awhile later I was watching the news and a mom was talking about her daughters sudden and unexplained hair loss which they found out was alopecia and the mom was doing all she could to help her daughter with wigs and I even think she went on to help other kids as well. I don’t remember the exact story, what I remember is that I thought I would have felt apathy for them but I didn’t. I was empathetic towards them and thought if that was Lily’s only problem you bet I would do all I could to help her to live a “normal” life, one where kids weren’t taunting her for her for being different. That was a real turning point for me. I totally changed my attitude. The lights came on. I realized yes tubes surgery is a big deal for a family who has been told their child’s hearing is impaired. Yes unable to express needs is a huge issue for a family. I realized my jealousy towards others was only hurting me and things changed.

I have met so many families along the way, some with kids more severe than Lily and I think to myself how do they do it? I think it is so common for us to think of others who have it differently and think I could never handle that. But you could if you had to. We all have struggles, we all have hurts and we all do what we have to do for our kids. So thank you for thinking of me and someone who can handle it all, but I am not. I handle what I am able to handle. God picks us and what we will carry. He knows we may not like it, we may fight it, but in the end it was the very thing we would never change because it made us.

Thank you God for loving me enough for placing Lily in our hands! Thank you for loving me enough to give us Andi Jane and Oliver. Thank you for the struggles our marriage had to go through so we could come together like we have. Thank you for changing my heart and giving me callouses on my hands so heavy things are easier to carry.

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Deuteronomy 6:4-9 Talks about imprinting the commandments on our hearts, impress on our children, vs9 says Write them on your door frames of your houses and on your gates
We are moving. I have made slight mention to the fact recently, but it is getting more and more real and I think it is actually going to happen sooner than later. So I will speak of it a bit more. Plain truth we have beyond outgrown our home. Now I hate saying that. I am fully aware of people living with 2x the people in half the space that we have. I should just say we have 1st World outgrown our home. If the girls could share a room I would have them do it in a heart beat. But they can’t. Lily is a poor sleeper and would keep Andi up all night and I can’t imagine Andi Jane and Oli bunking up. They’d never sleep. They are hyper kids who love each other one minute and hate each other the next. So again 1st world problems. I have no desire to bunk those two. Plus they are 4 years apart. Andi Jane is on the verge of needing a bra. Need I say more?
So we found a model home that I thought would never be able to be our home. Turns out it can. We won’t be paying much more than our home now and it is almost 2x the size.
Lily will have a master suite on the first floor with her own bathroom in her room and a large closet to CONTAIN a lot of her equipment. I honestly can’t imagine living in a home with enough space for all our stuff. Wow. It sounds amazing and scary. I don’t like change. I lived in the same home from kindergarten to senior year. I cried my eyes out when we moved to a much nicer home. It isn’t pretty things that get me, it is nostalgia that I love. I am dreading the day we walk out forever of the home we brought Andi Jane and Oliver home from the hospital to. The house that I have all the kids height recorded. The house that housed lots of birthday parties. Lots of friends. It is the place our marriage crumbled and the place we restored it. It is a house that held a young families 8 years of memories. 
And as I am sad to see an end, I am thrilled to see a future. A new start. A new neighborhood, a new grocery store and a new school for Andi Jane. A balcony and a view of the superstition mountains. Sun sets outside and neighborhood block parties. (ok so that last part is my part of dreaming something into action, in our current neighborhood people only talk outside while A. watching a house burn to the ground  B. a neighbor commits suicide  C. a young neighbor manages to drive his car not only into one fellow neighbors home, but two homes) So as we embark on this new home, a dream home for us, we decided to make sure we knew how this happened and to whom it was all possible. We wanted our home to be blessed from inside out. We wanted to bless the workers who work so hard and to bless this family that will spend their days and night in this home for many years to come. So we “wrote it on our door frames” God bless this home.

How can she be 10? 10! My baby, my angel, our Lily is 10. Wowzers!
We started celebrating on Saturday with nearly 60 of Lily’s closest friends. Our house is under 2,000 sq ft. 🙂
We swam, we bounced, we ate. I like to think a good time was had by all!
We invited Lily’s friends, most she has known since she was less than a year old and some new ones as well. We had family, our friends who are like family and well… a house full! Approx 30 kids and their wranglers. It was a great time. Next time we have a party we will be in a much bigger and frankly boring house. One where people aren’t crammed next to each other forcing conversation upon each other 🙂 I like our small house and know I will really miss it when we move come November.

My laptop is on her way to hospice and the amount of time it took to upload just this one photo tells me that this will be the only photo I upload. But I am uploading to flickr so cuise on over there if you must see the party of all parties where the mom hardly took any photos. Hey I was busy.

Lily’s actual day was Tuesday the 28th and she had a half day at school, when she got home we all went swimming and later had more cake.

I could write all about these past 10 years, but I have done that a lot. I could share my hurt each birthday, but I don’t want to. I just want to say Lily is an angel. She is a gift. She is the best teacher I will ever know. We are blessed to get to share each day with her and I am beyond the moon being given the opportunity to being her mama.
If can’t see God in the beauty that is Lily, than you need to change the way you see.
Happy Birthday Lily! Praying for many, many, MANY more happy days with you!

Love you!

Life has been a tangled mess leaving me feeling unable to stop and able to take a full deep breath. First Lily ran out of her medication, and no one was working with me to resolve the issue. It was one of the perfect storms of disaster where a number of things weren’t done and the end result was Lily off a med she has been on for YEARS, cold turkey. It was a ROUGH two weeks. And me in all my non confrontational ways was on the phone with hands shaking and yelling at someone who finally tired of me and got meds from Maryland to my door step in Chandler, AZ in less than 12 hours. I’d hate to see that bill. It was something that never should have happened. She was also out of diapers. I was never home long enough to be able to do laundry and everyone (with the exception of me and a victoria secrets problem) out of underwear. I figure if everyone bought underwear like I did, I really could do laundry a lot less often. Then add my responsibilities I carry as an employee, a wife, the one who is trying to get everything on everything about anything I have ever done in my life and add the paper trail to the underwriter for the loan for the new house, a board member, a friend, a MOM, hello. I was wrecked. So in over my head. The thoughts of everything I had to do and the actual time I had to do those things didn’t match up. And I also felt when you have a million things to do nothing is good. It’s all crap because your focus isn’t on any one thing. It is a not a good feeling to realize everything you are supposed to do is going to crap. So I had a poor me moment. And although I really am not a “list” person per se like for my daily activities, I am learning nothing is impossible if I just list it out. Put them in by priority and I can only look at one thing at a time. If I see the whole list, forgetaboutit, but one by one I can do it. Like one day at a time. I totally get that whole mantra.
But we all have our days, weeks, months, when life gets overwhelming. I know I am not unique in this. I just hate who I become when I can’t handle it. I’m trying to take care of one thing and this other thing is like “look at me, look at me” and I ignore one for the other. I am so focused on worry about Lily and her ending up in the hospital over missing her medication that I am like on pin prick away from deflating all over the house.
Just last week our pastor made mention about watching our kids when the whole “watch me” is insisted upon. And I am not kidding, I can be in the middle of feeding Lily and hear out of two mouths “watch me mom” “watch ME mom”. I look and they are doing a flip from the padded ottoman to the padded couch. I wonder what am I supposed to say, yay you didn’t break your neck this time. But after hearing that from the pastor and I know he said a whole lot of other things but I obviously was convicted on this one point because it is all I can remember. Watch me. Watch me. Watch ME. And I do. I watch, then look away and am scolded to watch it again. And in that moment I realize I am annoyed and want to fold my laundry, do the dishes, feed Lily, whatever task I am doing more than watch Oliver take a car and wind it back and watch it move forward. But feeling this conviction I have been trying to take more notice. I make sure my eyes are on his when he looks up to see if I am indeed watching him and the smile on his face, the satisfaction of being seen if worth those seconds I would have folded a towel in. And this just had to be the one thing I am working on when I take Lily to the eye Doc and see in front of my own eyes another mom go through this issue. A beautiful young mom sits with her two boys in the waiting room, her one son has his hair gelled to perfection with his stylish outfit plays with a truck, her other son, equally as handsome and dressed for success had his arms missing from elbow on and his legs from knee on. The little guy pointed as he knew how to a toy across the room and a little girl brought it to him without a second of doubt. The mom sat with her son as she tries to help him maneuver this new toy. They are working hard as I see her other son saying “mire mama” “mama” “mire” he must have said in spanish look mom at least 5 times. And she never looked. Never. And I am NOT getting down on this mom. I am not. I have been this mom. I have not looked. I have probably not even heard the request. But I saw the hurt on this precious boys eyes and I saw Oliver. I saw Andi Jane. I saw hurt eyes who want their mom to see something important to them. I was crushed watching this. I wanted to tell her to look at her son, but what right did I have to do so? I just sat there sad. I realized this was a learning moment for myself. I actually got an outside view of my inside and I didn’t like it and now I know what I have to do to right it. I will watch. I will see what is important to them.
I know it isn’t easy being a sibling to a special needs child. I have to remember each and everyone of them is their own sweet person and I have to remember that they need us. They need US to see what is important to THEM.
But I did tell them if I watch them break their arm doing flips off the couch, I am not taking them to the hospital.

My good friend Codi came by on Saturday with her camera 🙂
Here is the outcome:

I sat in tears as I looked at these images and listened to “You make beautiful things” on the radio. He indeed makes beautiful things. The MOST beautiful things. I can get upset at the unfairness of it all at times, but one look at these images. Those blue eyes, those perfect lips and I realize God has his hands in everything at all times. No mistakes are ever made and every life is precious.
Thank you God for giving us some of the most challenging and rewarding 10 years ever. Thank you for blessing us with the gift of being parents and being the parents to these 3 beautiful kids. I am just feeling so blessed. Thank you Codi! You couldn’t have possibly captured her any more perfectly!

“Show me someone who has done something worthwhile, and I’ll show you someone who has overcome adversity.” – Lou Holtz

I wrote this  http://lilyannablu.blogspot.com/2011/01/2010-in-depthmetaphorically-of-course.html  (trying to click link this is killing me!) back in January of 2011. I wrote it because I desperately wanted to share what we had been through in our marriage, yet we were not ready to really share what happened in our marriage. I like this post. I took a long time to write it and even a longer time entertaining the thought of hitting the “publish post” button. But I like what I said. I like how it felt to share and I liked the wonderful, amazing and warm feedback I received after sharing it.

Then we got brave and I wrote this (http://lilyannablu.blogspot.com/2011/06/to-share-or-not-to-share_23.html) then it was out there. Like really out there. But I felt the need to explain why we were renewing our vows. Why it was so important to finally invite God in on our marriage. It was a celebration of who we changed to become. I don’t like this writing as much. It is like standing naked on a platform and letting people point out my stretch marks, my thigh dimples, all my insecurities I have, and saying look at this! And I also understand there are people out there who say why post this? Why be naked among others? And I understand their point. Private sin, private confession, but if we all kept quiet about our private sins who could we look to in an effort to make change. You’d look at my family and think; they seem to have it all together she’d never understand what I’m going though. So not true. We all have ugliness lurking behind our closed doors and I think if we share our truths it opens doors for change. So my mentality is if God is gonna give it to me, I am going to share it with you. And like herpes not everyone wants what I am sharing and that is OK, just don’t drink out of my cup. But if you are willing to hear me out and not judge, but just listen you may learn a thing or two about me and maybe even a little about yourself. And I figure God must like my idea of sharing because he keeps giving me crap to share.

Love you God.

So I made mention on my post last June that I would come back and revisit this issue and share with others ways I survived this and I never did. Don’t think I didn’t think of it a million times. I got a lot of feedback on that post and it was all positive. And surprise surprise a lot of people had been in our shoes and appreciated my honesty, which was what I needed to hear, to not feel so naked. I was clothed in support, clothed in love, clothed by Christ’s love. I knew that writing was a good thing. And let me say, nothing I write is without my husband’s knowledge. This is his testimony as well as mine, and I have been there done that with blogs and hurting others with my “what I was just saying how I felt” excuse. We learn, we grow, we change, and what I say is a testimony of our marriage, our family, our love, and our faith.

My intention with this post is to share with those who have found themselves in my shoes and just share some helpful tips/advice (?) I don’t know what it is, just things I wish I knew, or wish I listened to when in the midst of our disaster. I hadn’t touched on this yet because I want what I say to be honestly how I feel. How I act. How I believe. Not some words I read and passed along. I knew I’d be ready to share when I knew I was living what I wanted to say; now I am here. We are 2 years out from that fateful day I read a text that changed our whole future. And I am now at a point where I can honestly say an affair saved our marriage. I can’t believe how far we have come. How far behind us the whole thing is and what it did to us, so now I am ready to share with you. I am hoping to share this with you who are in this place. I encourage this to be forwarded on to someone you know who needs to hear these words. I want to shed some light on someone in a dark place. I want to share tips on how to rise above it and be the best you, you can be. This is not your fault. You will survive. And you can be better for this.

I should mention faith is very real in our lives so I’d like to say if you ain’t down with that don’t read on… but I think you still should anyway.

Also the only thing I am professional in is accounting for our family paint business therefore I am not giving professional advice; I am just sharing wisdom I discovered in my own journey though all this.

Alrighty now with all the disclaimers out of the way, let’s go.

1. You are beautiful. You are smart. You are lovable. You were created in God’s image. He knitted you in your mother’s womb. He knows every hair on your head. You did nothing wrong. This has nothing to do with you. This is not your fault. Remember these words amongst all else.

2. If this is super fresh for you there isn’t much I can say to right now then what is said in number 1. Temporary insanity can be a real defense in crimes of passion (thank you Law.com). Now I am not going to defend you in a court of law if you do something in the heat of the moment, I am simply stating that shows like Snapped are made because this stuff happens. You loose your marbles. I saw red; my memory of that night is red. I said words I had never even thought to say come flying out like bullets. You go nuts. I have no other words for it. I have no advice, but to try not to find yourself in a court of law. Protect yourself and your kids, if you have them. Try try try to not let them hear any of this. The first few days are like nothing else. You just have to remember to eat and try to sleep. Take care of yourself. See if a friend/family can take the kids. I know I tried to be super mom and take them all over to fun places and realized close to dinner time, I never fed them lunch. Take care of yourself.

3. I’d like to say stop playing detective but I know you won’t. What I will say is when you finally put down that cell phone bill is when you can start healing. I know so much easier said than done. Remember I am saying these things purely from my own experiences. I know if is not easy to stop playing detective. But I do mean it when I say when you do stop, you can begin to heal.

4. Protect yourself. Inside all of us is an 8 year old little girl. An impressionable little girl that needs to be protected. Remember her when you are seeking out details. I wish I had remembered my inner breakable little girl. I was like a heat seeking missile when searching for details. When I ended at a dead end I just turned around in a different direction. I wish I had protected myself better. When I got those details I was stuck with images that were impossible to shake. Facts, good. Details, bad. Try to remember when you ask a question, make sure you really want to know the answer.

5. Get help for yourself. Of course I am all for reconciliation, but I am not talking about marriage counseling, I am only talking about you. Seek help. A therapist, a counselor, a pastor, support groups, a lot of big churches have support groups; they may not be widely advertised but definitely worth a google. I can’t tell you the growth I made being a part of a support group with women who knew exactly what I was going through.. Friends are great but know who you are trusting, there are friends who may project their thoughts on you and could guide you in ways when you are vulnerable that may not be ultimately what you want. But if you have someone you trust dearly, respect, and or has been though this already, those are people you should confide in. I have a friend who let me eat pizza, drink a bottle of wine, and snuggle with her in her bed one night. Another friend had me over to do facials, manicures and watch Ghost. (Oh and don’t watch Ghost) Friends who just give you what you need are what you need. The last thing you need is feeling like your story is the top story on the evening news, so be careful with who you trust in such a vulnerable time. You have plenty of time later to share your testimony when you are healed. This time is just about getting you to that place.

6. Sing. Get in your car at night, roll down those windows and sing. I have a playlist of all playlists that are filled with women who have been done wrong. Girl sometimes you just gotta sing.

7. Know when enough is enough and let maturity win over immaturity. Messing with a certain someone on Facebook is OK on the night you are eating pizza and drinking wine, but know when enough is enough. You could go all week texting back and forth but remember drama sucks. End it. Be the bigger person. When dealing with the other person in the equation remember they in most cases knew you existed and didn’t care. They don’t follow girl code. They won’t be nice. Be the bigger person.

8. Triggers. Triggers are very real and can throw off your day, even your week. You can be in a great place and drive down a certain road and boom you are back to day one. Triggers are real. Triggers can happen at a place, watching a movie, hearing a song, seeing a text. They can knock you down. When you are down, pick up your bible. Find yourself lost in his words to us. Get down on your knees and pray. Stop what you are doing and talk to God. Call your friend. Sing worship songs. You have to get yourself out of that dark place and focusing on that trigger won’t do it. Find your inner strength to get through that moment. They happen. They still happen 2 years out for me. They aren’t as fierce and debilitating, but they are still very real. Find a focus and get through it.

9. Forgiveness is more for you than them. It doesn’t matter the status of your marriage, forgiveness is about you. When I finally let go and offered a prayer up for her (the woman that basically saw me standing in the road and drove right over me and left me for dead, yeah her) when I prayed that God show her mercy and to love her was when I felt weight lift off my shoulders. It was funny how my forgiveness to her was harder to give up than to my own husband. The one who lied to me for months, but it was her who I hated most. She knew I existed. She knew I was a mother (like wise), she even knew we had Lily, so as a girl who follows girl code I just couldn’t wrap my mind around someone like her. But eventually I had to come to terms that this had nothing to do with me. It was all about her and in order to get her out of my every thought I had to forgive her, as well as my husband. I read in a book once “Hating someone is like hitting yourself in the head over and over again and expecting them to get the headache”. All that hatred is hurting you. Forgiveness is all about healing you.

10. Hold that tongue. Oh how wicked our tongues can be. I knew that with one whip of it I could send my husband back into his depression of shame and I used it when needed. I knew I shouldn’t, but I had it in my back pocket just waiting until I needed it. Eventually I learned I didn’t need it. I started holding the words on my tongue and at times imagined myself physically swallowing those words until it practically gagged me, but I did it. And over time it got easier and easier to do. Now on those times I want to throw out those words and hit him in the head with them, and 2 years later they still pop up in my mouth, I have maintained power over them. And I don’t necessarily think this is something you have to do only in reconciliation, even if you guys can’t make the marriage work, you still have to be civil adults and name calling has never been a way to act maturely, especially around your kids. Remember this is your issue, not your kids. Don’t bring them into it.

And don’t forget to always go back to number 1

1. You are beautiful. You are smart. You are lovable. You were created in God’s image. He knitted you in your mother’s womb. He knows every hair on your head. You did nothing wrong. This has nothing to do with you. This is not your fault. Remember these words above all else.

Andrew and I made it work because we wanted to. And honestly in the beginning it was because HE wanted to and HE had to do the work for both of us for awhile. It took time for me to be able to even look at him. It was a long road, but when I saw that he was willing to put in the work, I watched him see pastors, learn about God’s work and accept responsibility, I saw there was hope. I saw him hit a bottom that devastated us and I saw him rebuild and I decided to join him. I wanted to make us work because I fell in love with who he was becoming. It was a hard middle phase being in love with your “new” husband and hating your “old” one when they are both the same guy. The road wasn’t easy. We put our time in and worked hard. I had lots of set backs and there were times even up to our vow renewal that I didn’t think I could overcome it. But we did. I accredit a lot to being faithful to God, going to church and absorbing what was being said. We had a service the day after one of our biggest fights (on Andrew’s 29th birthday) and it was about letting go and moving forward in a marriage series and it was a real game changer for us. At the end of the service we let a balloon go and I really attached a lot to that balloon. It was a cleansing moment and a real moment. It was when it clicked that we have to move forward together. We had three kids and a family that we wanted to keep together; we had to find a middle ground. Well I had to find some ground, Andrew was covering it all and I was at times not willing to step anywhere he was. Long road I tell ya. Long.ass.road.

New Begining

Vow Renewal

I know not every guy/girl who cheats wants to change and I am sad for those relationships that an affair ends. I wish it could all work out like ours did, but I know it all can’t so I say all these things to help you survive graciously. And maybe even leaving them seeing what an idiot they were and maybe make them eat their heart out.  Be gracious. Be merciful. Be classy. Find who you really are. Don’t get lost in all the drama. Believe me if you hold your head up high and remember how amazing you really are, you will be OK.

I am sorry you have to survive this, but these are character building times in our lives, take this time to choose who YOU want to be.

“The friend in my adversity I shall always cherish most. I can better trust those who helped to relieve the gloom of my dark hours than those who are so ready to enjoy with me the sunshine of my prosperity.” – Ulysses S. Grant

“If you don’t like something change it; if you can’t change it, change the way you think about it.” – Mary Engelbreit

Romans 8:28 And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose.

Philippians 4:13 I can do everything through him who gives me strength.

Psalms 139:13 For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb.

I wanted to share our weekend we had last weekend in Greer, but have been so busy it almost seems to late to bother. But I am going to anyway. And add some fun photos to boot.
Our family went to visit my parents in Greer last weekend. It was the Kick Ash Bash weekend they started last year after the Wallow Fire almost left Greer nothing but a memory. We went up after Lily’s long fitting for new AFO’s. I must add to this that Orthotic Specialists is the best, most innovative place ever to get AFO’s! Brett and Barb are a husband wife duo that care about each client and keep up with the most current education and they are just so darn sweet! I just love those guys. They are so patient with Andi Jane and Oliver, it was a long appointment, and they really care about Lily. Brett decided to try Lily’s AFO’s with a heel and she walked so much better! She even stood more firm. It was so amazing to see and we are just waiting for the  ugly shoes to accompany the impossible to fit AFO’s to get her wearing them daily. We will also add SPIO when the weather cuts us some slack, possibly in October. Brett really thinks Lily will do better with more pressure on her and help her proprioceptive “issues”. I was so impressed by the AFO’s, I totally believe him!
So after that appointment we headed up to Greer. A fun little 4 hour drive. Ha. Kids were good. Weather was amazing. Saturday the sun shined and the rain poured. It was a bi-polar weather type of day that us from the valley enjoy. My mom needed some help finishing up these little wooden boats for the boat races on Sunday so my Saturday was spent on the porch making boats. Sitting inside watching Olympics making boats. Making boats.

Andi really wanted to stand with Lily and I got some amazing images from the sweet session. I love these girls. I love Andi’s compassion and tender heart and I adore the way Lily loves Andi Jane. At times it hurts seeing “typical” sisters interacting, playing, having fun and I wish for my girls that type of relationship, but then we have moments like this that tell me our family is who it is supposed to be.

The rest of the day, in between boat making, was riding on the Ranger and being silly.

Saturday night we realized Oliver had been playing in the van and locked the keys in it. I needed to run to my parents store and so Andrew and I tried to jimmy the lock. There was a lot of “to the left” “who’s left?” “My left? No your left” It was fun. Divorce court fun. The rain started. The sun set. It was a blast. I ran inside to get a towel, I bent down and came up hard on the corner of a cabinet. I hit so hard I saw stars and my head bled. I came back out and finally he hit the unlock button. Sigh. By then it was to late to go to the store and my parents were heading back to the house with what I needed. An Advil and dinner out while my parents watched the kids mended it all back up.
Woke up to a beautiful morning. My parents took Andi and Oli down to the boat races and Andrew and I took Lily to meet everyone in the Ranger. We had not driven the van since we unlocked it, just a note to keep in mind. On the drive the the creek Andrew got stung in the belly by a hornet. His belly was inches away from Lily’s arm. He took one for the team because I don’t want to know how Lily would have felt about that. The boat races was fun. Oliver had two boats make it to the semi finals and Andrew, Andi Jane and Oliver had the fun job of catching the boats.

Grandpa and Oliver

Lily had the job of catching butterflies. Poor girl had a seizure and slept the day away.

After all that fun we had to get going, we had a group to meet up with back at home at 5pm so we get to the van, get all loaded up and….. the battery was D-E-A-D. Yuppers. Oliver left the auxiliary button switched. Gah. My dad had to jump us, it took way too long. We were to late to make our group. But we had some Chinese food and watched the Olympics. And then we all went to bed.

And this is how Monday started for Oliver.

I loved that weekend. We always love our times in Greer, but that short weekend had so much happen that made us laugh (in retrospect) and made me think of all the family vacations we had as kids where someone got injured, or scared or made a mess and those end up being our favorite memories of all.

What did Jon and Kate say, It’s a crazy life, but it’s our life. I totally concur.