- Max is pumped for the season premier of Once tonight
- Breanne didn’t have school on Thursday for Rosh Hashanah so she got to hang out with her friend
- Julia went rollerblading and saw a friend there she hasn’t seen in a while
- Julia’s caterpillars are starting to turn into cocoons
- Leila got to hang out with her friend Michaela, they went to the mall and baked but she didn’t bring anything to us because her dad and Angela ate it all
- Ben went to the Durham Fair with “The Squad”
- Grace played soccer all week
- Wendy had some friends over at 10am on Saturday. They made t-shirts for the R5 concert and then walked around casino after the concert
- Julie went to dinner with her family (and apparently has an interesting technique for eating mozzarella sticks)
- Nico’s grandma found his wallet that was missing for like a month
- Nico is starting a YouTube series of game play tutorials. You can find him on YouTube at NicoThePixelArtist
- Gabriel has 3 people from school in Cyprus staying with him
- I had an amazing week in Florida getting my baby on with the ever adorable Zelda Florence. I mean, look at this kid!
Once again, I’m not in class but It’s all good, I’m sure they’re having a blast with Gabriel. And I’m sure he’s having a blast with them. Because it’s impossible to not!
And once again Julia sent me everyone’s SLS. No group shot though, but it’s ok, I’ll give you a good shot at the end.
Anyway. Here’s what we’ve got!
– Grace got to play soccer and won
– Breanne got to have her first piano class
– Julia’s caterpellers came a day earlier
– Ben bought a ticket for the Durham fair
– Julie got a 91 on her math quiz
– Max doesn’t have to do math home work
– Gabe got to spend a day with Marios
As for me, I had a wonderful day yesterday at a wedding I was honored to sing in. Dave and I had a great time (side note: I love us) and we got to have a quad-date with some of our favorites!
And as I write this I am sitting at Bradley waiting for my plane (that just got here) to take me to Orlando to see some of my other favorites and to get my baby on! It’s gonna be a good week.
Happy Sunday everyone!!
Update! Gabriel sent the group shot!
That’s what we all want, right? Someone to be proud of us? Every now and then the realization of the weight of the words “I’m proud of you” hits me. Lately, it’s been hitting a lot.
This summer a friend of mine came swimming in my pool with her 4 year old daughter. Ally had been taking swimming lessons and refused to get in the water without her swimmies. When we realized she could touch we convinced her to take them off, because all she had to do if she got scared was stand up. (Ha! That’ll preach! But another time.)
She started with just hopping around on her toes, all proud of herself, and quickly escalated to not only jumping into the pool from the edge but swimming under the water WITH HER EYES OPEN! Every time she got out of the water, and I mean EVERY TIME, this conversation happened:
Ally: Mommy! Are you so proud of me?!
Noe: Yes I am, Ally! Mommy is SO proud of you!!
That’s all she was looking for, her mommy, the person she looks up to the most in her world, to be proud of something she did. She would smile her biggest smile and then jump back in and do it all over again.
A few days after Dave and I started dating, he traveled to a church in MA with a friend of his to speak and pray for people. As I sat on my couch, being a complete bum, thinking about him and what he was doing at that moment I couldn’t help but smile. That man who was speaking to a congregation of people, and praying for them? That was MY MAN! How did I get to be so lucky? What did I ever do to deserve someone like that? I have no idea, but that’s besides the point. If I had been in that church, I’m pretty sure I would’ve had the biggest, doofiest grin on my face the entire time.
Instead of holding this joy and pride in, I decided to share it with him. And I purposely did it through email so that he could save it if he wanted to. You know what? It’s been over 2 months and he still tells me how much it meant to him.
A couple weeks ago, my boys (First Ave, a local band) played a reunion show. They haven’t played together in YEARS. And by YEARS I mean at least 7 or 8 of them. I call them “my boys” because I sort of became “band mom” over the years they played. I always had water in my car for them, I took care of them if/when they got drunk (that’s where “band mom” really took place), I helped out before and after the shows, I even went on the road with them.
When they said they were playing a reunion show on the same day as my friend’s bachelorette party I was totally bummed. I missed my boys! But one of their wives recorded the whole thing and they put it on YouTube (hallelujah!) which meant that I could still see it. It’s almost an hour long and let me tell you, I sat there watching it on my phone with that big ol doofy smile on my face the whole time, just like I did all those years ago. And I let them know. How could I not?
My point to all this blabbering on a Friday is this: if you’re proud of someone – TELL THEM! And tell them often!
I don’t know about you, but I’ll never get tired of someone telling me they’re proud of my decisions and the things that I do; nor will I get tired of telling people how proud I am of them.
There is power in your words guys, and there is serious weight to those four.
I wasn’t able to hang with these incredible people today, but thankfully I have Gabriel who filled in for me. And the lovely Julia transcribed everything for me. Here’s how God showed his love this week:
“Sooo here’s peoples simple Sundays,
I ordered catapellers online
got to baby sit little kids
it’s a beautiful day for a softball game and she has one today
Breanne made cookie dough
getting an iPhone 6+
Breanne got to taste rice and beans from Africa and her friend made her cookies when she wasn’t having that good of a day
Grace got to play soccer and found a poisonius catipellar
Gabe got to spend time with some awesome people he enjoys there acopany of
Went to the big E”
As for me, Dave came back to me from Arizona safely and today I got to celebrate my good friends wedding at her bridal shower. And it was a beautiful day to boot!
One thing I’ve noticed since I started this blog is that it’s incredibly easy for me to write “when I’m depressed” [read: “when I have something to complain about”] and I feel like that’s true of most people. Listen to 90% of the songs on the radio right now, are they happy songs? Not really. Most of them are people complaining or whining about something. Even Taylor Swift’s new song “Shake It Off” (which I LOVE by the way) isn’t completely happy. It has a good and positive message in it, and it’ll make me get up and dance and smile for sure, but it stems from hurt. Something bothered her enough to write about it.
And that’s my point: it’s easier to write when someone or something bothers you than when it makes you happy. It’s called “writing through the pain” – you’ve heard of it – which is why I’m titling this post “Writing Through The Happy” and it’s more difficult than I thought it would be.
For starters, I had to remind myself that it’s ok to be happy; and more importantly, it’s ok to tell people that I’m happy. And I shouldn’t be afraid that someone who’s not happy would get wind of my happiness and effectively be thrown further into their black hole of misery.
Ha! Clearly I lived in some delusional world where I thought I had more pull than I actually do.
Back in June I wrote about how my life felt stagnant, I even spoke at my church for a Friday Night Service about being at the proverbial bus stop of life. And you know what? I’m not at that bus stop anymore! But if I am, I at least have Dave to sit with me.
With the exception of another post about a month later, that’s pretty much where my writing stopped. Not because I didn’t have anything to say, but because I didn’t have anything to encourage myself (and others in the process) out of, so what was I supposed to write about? Certainly I couldn’t brag about how awesome my life was becoming, right? So I stuck to SLS.
Well, it’s time to break the silence. Because the truth is this: I. Am. Happy. Plain and simple. And I’m not ashamed of it! One might even say I’m thrilled about how my life is going lately. There have been a lot of changes, life looks pretty different than it did a year ago, but I love every bit of it. After all the starts and stops of the last 8 years, I’m finally moving forward again in pretty much every aspect of my life.
So in the words of Chandler Bing (because I can relate almost everything to FRIENDS or Will & Grace),
- Grace signed up for soccer and her mom thought practice was from 10:30 to 11:30 but that was for the kindergarteners. Her dad thought she would knock someone out! Needless to say, she didn’t practice, but she likes soccer and met one of her friends there too. So the day wasn’t all lost.
- Julia got her hair cut and likes it and has “bangs”.
- Max had two auditions: a read through for play and an acapella group. He thinks they went very well – stay tuned!
- Julia got into swing choir.
- Nico started sound engineering and recording.
- Ben got 100% on safety test (OSHA) for the tech school he’s in.
- Katrina didn’t have any friends in her classes this year but she’s making new ones.
- Leila landed a front handspring on ground, not the trampoline.
- Breanne started dance for the year and got to hang out with friends and laugh. Laughing is the best.
- Max loves video tech class.
- I was running one day and it was super hot. Someone had their sprinkler going but it wasn’t completely pointed in the right direction and some of it was going onto the road so I got to run though it and get cooled off.
- Gabriel met his new little niece, Zelda Florence. She’s the cutest.