Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Monday, June 28, 2010
Don't it seem like there's never any light?
Once a day, don't you wanna throw the towel in?
It's easier than puttin' up a fight.
No one's there when your dreams at night get creepy!
From all the cryin' you would think this place's a sink!
Sunday, June 27, 2010
Saturday, June 26, 2010
Friday, June 25, 2010
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Monday, June 21, 2010
Sunday, June 20, 2010
Saturday, June 19, 2010
Friday, June 18, 2010
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
Monday, June 14, 2010
He’s done it. He’s graduated from high school and seminary. He’s an adult and just a few months from going out on his own. From beginning the rest of his life. And my little brother is so amazingly awesome, I have no doubt that he will do amazingly awesome as he keeps on with his life.
So, if he is so amazingly awesome, does that mean it runs in the family and I can claim some for myself? :-)
I am so proud of how much he has grown.
Sunday, June 13, 2010
Saturday, June 12, 2010
Extra note: Thanks for acknowledging the importance of affection, Mona. I couldn't agree more! It has made the greatest difference in my life as a daughter to see my parents show affection for each other. I hope my husband and I will always have affection in our marriage.
Friday, June 11, 2010
Have I mentioned my grandmother is Chinese? Well, she is. And she makes some amazing food. Chinese and otherwise. I have always loved her cooking. It has been so many years since I’ve had her food. She came for my brother’s graduation. Tonight was his “party” I suppose. He invited a few of his friends over. And he asked Grandma to cook a bunch of Chinese food.
Oh my. It was sooooooo good. So. Good. I had some of everything. But, as should have been expected, there were only so many wontons to go among so many people. I managed 4. * sigh * At least this time it wasn’t me spending hours making them. :-) Such great food. It could have ended there. But it didn’t.
Add to the fabulous food the playing of games and the laughing hysterically with my family and my brother’s awesome friends, and it made the party one fabulous evening.
Thursday, June 10, 2010
Seeing some of the beautiful creations of my Savior, under direction of our Father?
Breathtaking and awe-inspiring.
Serving in the temple?
Humbling, rejuvenating, calming, and uplifting.
Doing these with my mother and sister? A pearl beyond price.
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
Did you ever have a home that changed while you were living away from it? When I was in high school, I saw it happen to most of my away-at-college and serving-a-mission siblings when we moved to a new state, a new house. A new home. It was a change, true, but not one like it was for my siblings.
My parents stayed kept this home all throughout my college years. Both colleges, in fact. And then, just as I was relocating for a job, just a few hours from my home and permanent residence, my parents changed that permanent residence. They moved thousands of miles away.
I’ve never been able to call that place home. While I’d visited it once before, it was very brief and a few years before my parents were there. I could not claim that place as my home. For the last 2+ years, I have felt so misplaced. I live where I do, but it hasn’t been home. Especially considering that I’ve just completed my 3rd move within this place. I feel no permanency here, and just can’t find the ability to put down any roots. But I have no place to claim as my own. All of my childhood homes were there in building, but not in spirit.
I have finally been able to take a vacation to the house my parents live in. It meant so much to talk around the house I’d only seen in pictures. I could envision what their life has been for the last 2+ years. I began to see the things that marked my growing up, and this strange house started to become my home. There were the children’s books I’d read when I was young. There were the cascades of movies we watched often as a family. There were the stacks of games only our family could love to play so much. There was the old dining room table, at least twice my age that has put on as many miles if not more as my car. But mostly, I felt the same love and spirit in that home as had been in all the other homes my parents had created for me and my siblings.
A little piece of me began to feel a little less misplaced.
In the evening, I was able to attend my brother’s last high school concert. (I always knew he was a great singer! So glad he finally made his way into the singing world.) The program listed the last song as “The Road Home.” I sang a song of that title. The BYU (audition) choirs sang it together my junior year. That was the year we 4 choirs had songs recorded for a CD. Every song had some tie-in to the theme of home. Indeed, the CD title is “The Road Home.”
I thought it would be too ironic that my brother’s last song in his concert would be this song that I have so many memories and connections with. But as soon as the director played the chords for the a cappella piece, I knew it was “my song.” I mouthed along with the words. I cried from the memories I had of what that song meant to me as a young college student living far from home. I cried from what I knew it was like to be a young single adult living far away from any kind of home.
But I also cried as I knew that home is where the heart is. And I’ve been reassured that part of my heart still rests with my family—even in this house I never lived in.
And I am so grateful I found my road home.
The Road Home
Monday, June 7, 2010
Sunday, June 6, 2010
(Yes. Another post devoted to he of the little brother status.)
He turned 18 today. 18! Where did the time go?! I've been so nostalgic about it all. This coming week will certainly be interesting in that regard. I spent the morning reading my journal entries of his birthdays from the first 8 years of his life. As is typical, they made me laugh.
Then I got to talk on the phone with the "little" (6 feet of little) guy. So involved. So busy. Great potential being reached right before me. It's fun to look back over those 18 years and see that growth and progress. And it's fun to be nostalgic and reflect on all the memories I have of my little brother.