Life has a way of happening. Sometimes life throws the good at you and you relish in the sunny days, the bigger than expected tax returns, and perfect vacations. The good experiences stack up like dominoes and you delight in the snaking curve of good fortune and marvel at how the good days all line up and balance together to make your life feel just about perfect.
But then out of nowhere, straight out of left field, a strong gust starts them off and your dominoes come tumbling down. The wind is knocked out of your sails and you are left breathless for a moment, dizzy with the sudden realization that life wasn't as perfect as you thought it was.
A year ago today I was in the hospital with Kidney stones. My baby belly just beginning to show and in tremendous pain. It rocked my little world and the dominoes teetered and toppled for the next 5 months. The arrival of my baby was the first domino to go back up again and the line has been growing ever since. One domino at a time curving and bending beautifully.
And then twice in the last month we have received the news that someone in our inner circle has cancer. The first a mom with two little ones diagnosed with Breast Cancer. The second a 20 yr old neighbor with advanced stage Leukemia. The Dominoes have never fallen so fast. Hearing their voices, listening to their stories, realizing that life can change in one instant - that nothing else matters but the ones you love healthy and happy beside you.
I have no doubt that they will recover and go on to build their line of dominoes, bigger and better than before. In the meantime Ill appreciate every little good thing that comes my way and share whatever good I can with them.
This is Screen Free Week, the kids school vacation week, and we are heading home to Marshfield for a Spring visit. So Ive planned a few pictures to pop up while Im gone, but that's it! I hope to use my screen free time to soak up all the spring flowers, happy smiles, and tight hugs.
Bring May Flowers...as long as they don't bring winter boots, I don't care what they bring!!
We retreated to one of our favorite places. The Staten Island Childrens museum. There are so many reasons to love it, but one of the best is that they don't open to the public until 12 and school groups are only allowed before 12. That translates to about 4 families in the whole building.
We'll take a few rainy days here and there, thank you very much.
Sometimes the out takes are better than the best shots.
In pictures and in life.
Like when the ride to the "fun spot" turns out to be more fun because the radio is blasting some crappy Pop song and we are all singing along at the tops of our lungs. Because 5 &3 yr olds singing "DJs got us falling in love again" is always funny.
This may be one of my favorite out takes of all time. The story goes that after eating their Italian Ice they were so cold they ran to the couch to get warm. Miraculously they didn't fight about sharing the blanket. I ran to get my camera and grabbed up Colby on the way. A 5 minute argument followed deciding who Colby would sit next to. Then the kissing started, quickly followed by tears and pulled hair and hitting.
I sat back and laughed. Enjoying the not so perfect moment, that was exactly perfect in its own way.
:: We had one of those weekends, which can only be summed up with random notes.
::It was one of those weekends where at the end I wondered if my husband & I had 2 minutes to talk. I hate that, because all week I look forward to having whole days with him...and then they disappear in a wink.
::Drew's eardrum ruptured. It was gross. Really gross. Luckily there is nothing too serious about it and when it ruptures, the pain is relieved. But my heart breaks for these sick kids. Did I mention Tyler has a type of ear infection that causes a blister on the eardrum? Ugh.
:: I had some fun one-on-one time with Ella. We went to a Birthday Party and to Target, then we sat in a restaurant waiting for our take out to be ready. It was awesome. Having little conversations with her and hearing her observations was hands down the best part of my weekend.
::Worst part of my weekend? Giving Ty his antibiotic. Picture Mike holding him down on the floor while I squirt the liquid in. Sobbing. Heart wrenching, "Mommy, PLEASE don't give me my medicine!!" But then he lets me hold him on the couch for 15 minutes and whisper in his ear.
:: 3 kids slept through the night last night - which around here is pretty much bliss.