Sentimental about wood.

Sentimental... excited... exhausted. Just 3 of the many emotions I felt today as my husband started the destruction of our old house to make it into a garage.
Since we moved into the house in 2001/02, I have never thought I would feel sentimental about this day. It was to serve its purpose as our 1st little house and then its destiny was to be a garage when we built our dream home.... that would be that and I would be more than ready.
Well, we woke up this morning and the task began. I was cleaning out the closets so they could be torn out, opened for the garage. Pat was sawing out sheetrock and ripping down walls. I was on a mission most of the day and didn't even think about it being sentimental....
Until... I walked in and could see all the way through from the kitchen to Kamri's bedroom with only a few studs separating us. I started tearing up. I realized that the place we were holds so many memories and now they would only be upheld by pictures and not walls. First of all, the fact that my dad and my husband built it with their own hands and now remembering them nailing each piece of would together and it being torn away, just gave me chills. I can't go back. Second, it was "Our 1st Home"... made up of so many memories (some good and some hard), nevertheless MY memories and I wouldn't trade them for anything! Third, it was the place our 1st (and only right now) child was raised her 1st 2 years of life. Which brings me to my next topic.
Children's emotions. Kamri has been sentimental about the old house since we moved into the new one. When we walk over there once in a while to get something, she say's "but, this is where we're supposed to live." Although she has embraced her new pink room, she hasn't completely given up the thought of being in the other room. I think it was like a comfort to her... small, cozy, familiar. So today, she just looked like, "Dad, what in the world are you doing tearing up our walls?" So we all sat down in the midst of the sheetrock dust (bad for the health I know), and had a pow-wow about it. We explained to her that when it's pouring down rain outside and we have to run to our car getting soaked and cold, that we and our car would be much happier to have a dry place to get into. That was the best I could come up with at the moment. She seemed to understand and went on playing. All day she kept coming in saying, "Daddy, is the garage ready yet?"
Well, it'll be a few days, but it's coming.
Writing is healing. I feel much better having written down my thought of this day. Now I'm really ready for my garage!
Have you ever been sentimental about a place in your life?

What do Daddy's know???

We went to lunch today with my cousin, her husband and 2 kids, and Kamri. My cousin said her husband came home yesterday with a cheeseburger for the 2 year old. When she questioned why he had a cheeseburger for the 2 year old, he said, "He said that's what he wanted."
She went on to explain we (mom's) do not ask what a 2 year old wants, we just know. And many times they do not know what they want, they just say something and then won't eat it. Besides the fact that a 2 year old has no business eating a cheeseburger.

So to that my husband says, "We just treat them while yall (moms) are trying to raise them."

Let that statement soak in... read it again. "We just treat them while yall (moms) are trying to raise them."

How profound and true and wrapped up in a nutshell. Somedays it's like we work so hard to enforce manners and good habits, and then the lock on the door turns, "Daddy's Home!" and it's all undone!

I have to say, my husband has so many good qualities and I guess I'm not perfect! All in all daddy's do know a lot, but there is definitely a real thing called "mother's instinct" that we are blessed with!

SHARE....

It was easy to pick my word for 2008. For a while now, I have been planning to SHARE more. I have started already and it is so much fun... little by little, even though it puts me out of my comfort zone for a short time, it's worth it knowing I am being pleasing to my savior.
So, what do I want to share???
My faith with others. I will share the love I have in my life because of Jesus. I will share what I am learning from the Bible with others.
Also: I will share nail polish, rings and necklaces with my little girl. I will share lunch with friends. I will share with friends how much they mean to me. I will share time... with others.... TIME is the most important gift I will share.
I WILL GIVE UP BUSY-NESS TO SHARE TIME with MY LITTLE GIRL, MY HUSBAND, MY MOM, MY MEME, MY OTHER FAMILY MEMBERS AND MY FRIENDS... AND MOST OF ALL, MY JESUS. I will use the time He gives me and Pay it Forward to others and Back to Him.

Stolen Identity!

Ok... so I had forgotten my password for a while and it was very frustrating. I could read but not write on my own site. It was like I could not be me and journal what I wanted. I finally got it today! Now on top of this...

Last month, I had my identity stolen, social security card (I know, I know. I wasn't supposed to be carrying that.), along with credit cards, bank cards, bank statements, a gift card to Pier 1, a gift card to Starbuck's, money, checks, receipts... this list could go on and on.... One of the most dear things they stole from me was something I can't replace... pictures! My digital camera with my card in it, which contained over 80 pictures on it... our first Thanksgiving in our new house, etc. That is one lesson for me... download often and backup! And journal, in case pictures aren't around, I will have my memories.

So for the past month I have still been trying to get everything straightened out with the credit card companies, banks, credit bureau, etc. I almost have it all done... It all came during the holidays and such a busy time that it was hard to get it all taken care of, and I'm a girl who doesn't like taking care of this kind of business at all!... so it takes me even longer than most people to get to things like this.... believe me, a 3 year old girl doesn't like making a bunch of trips to the bank (inside) either. But the policeman was there to help- that's another story.

I am still waiting for my license to come in the mail... hey, I'll get a new picture- yeah! I waited 2 hours in the line... it better be good!

So all that to say.... today when I got this password figured out again... I felt like a new woman. So much has been taken from me this past month and now I am getting me back!

Enjoy life, be cautious, know who you are in case someone tries to take YOU, download often... and only carry a few things with you!... and by all means, if you forget your password to blog, you can get out the old pen and paper! Yes, journaling on pen and paper is still allowed and quite comforting too! Love who you are and BE!