it began with cake.... it ended in a jumpy hug
i guess to more fully understand this, i should probably clarify.
1st - you will recall that yesterday was Quintin's birthday. which means that the Sjaarda's were all pumped. We showed up and grandma & grandpa Sjaarda, Grandma & Grandpa Richmond, Aunt & Uncle, and the regular fam jam were there (minus Tyson.. whom i know will read this blog. and tysie - you were sorely missed).
2nd - the jumpy hug. this is this random occurence, and it's frequency depends on the hyperness of the family. it consists of a group hug, and then the participants start to bounce up & down, and then move in a circular motion, and then more people are added, and then sometimes there are funny noises included.
last night one of them occured. it began with me and it think quintin, and then mom, then dad (of course) and maddy. unfortunately we couldn't quite jump and move in a coordinated circular motion - so we tripped and the moment ended.
a little while later i went home and when in the shower was considering what to write about this morning. and i decided that i would write about Quintin's party.
you see- when dave and i left my parents house i was happy, hyper and filled to the brim with grandparently self-esteem boosts and my cheeks were sore from the hugs and kisses
so back to the shower - i am thinking about how i can spin the party to make it interesting, and what i should say that won't be too embarassing but equally entertaining... and then in the midst of all the 'reflection'......
it kind of hit me
.... why me?
i guess to more fully understand this, i should probably clarify.
1st - you will recall that yesterday was Quintin's birthday. which means that the Sjaarda's were all pumped. We showed up and grandma & grandpa Sjaarda, Grandma & Grandpa Richmond, Aunt & Uncle, and the regular fam jam were there (minus Tyson.. whom i know will read this blog. and tysie - you were sorely missed).
2nd - the jumpy hug. this is this random occurence, and it's frequency depends on the hyperness of the family. it consists of a group hug, and then the participants start to bounce up & down, and then move in a circular motion, and then more people are added, and then sometimes there are funny noises included.
last night one of them occured. it began with me and it think quintin, and then mom, then dad (of course) and maddy. unfortunately we couldn't quite jump and move in a coordinated circular motion - so we tripped and the moment ended.
a little while later i went home and when in the shower was considering what to write about this morning. and i decided that i would write about Quintin's party.
you see- when dave and i left my parents house i was happy, hyper and filled to the brim with grandparently self-esteem boosts and my cheeks were sore from the hugs and kisses
so back to the shower - i am thinking about how i can spin the party to make it interesting, and what i should say that won't be too embarassing but equally entertaining... and then in the midst of all the 'reflection'......
it kind of hit me
.... why me?
what did I do to deserve this? why was I born into a Christian family of love and support that includes grandparents, aunts, uncles, and siblings.? why did I get a Christian husband that loves me no matter what? why am I blessed with a family like mine?
nothing but the grace of God.
yes we're crazy. yes we're odd. yes we are not even remotely close to perfect. yes we fight. yes we argue. and yes we love.
i am reminded, once again (as with the first post i ever wrote) - i (still) love my life.
nothing but the grace of God.
yes we're crazy. yes we're odd. yes we are not even remotely close to perfect. yes we fight. yes we argue. and yes we love.
i am reminded, once again (as with the first post i ever wrote) - i (still) love my life.
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