Michael Jackson has passed away.
50 years old.
He was born in the same month as Eric...and Madonna.
I am surprisingly saddened.
I know that the life and times of MJ had taken a serious detour to the weird and freaky...but it is the Thriller era that I remember. I was a Jr High Student...loving to listen to and wearing out my Thiller "tape".
Very sad. For his 3 young children, as well.
And Farrah Fawcett.
Losing her battle with cancer. Eric tied it back to her being like his mother...who passed away in April. He tends to tie most things back to his mom...the pain and grief is still so raw and painful.
Two American icons...gone on the same day. So sad.
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Monday, June 15, 2009
Friday, May 22, 2009
Just....
Just for this morning, I am going to step over the laundry, and pick you up and take you to the park to play...
Just for this morning, I will leave the dishes in the sink, and let you teach me how to put that puzzle of yours together.
Just for this afternoon, I will unplug the telephone and keep the computer off, and sit with you in the backyard and blow bubbles.
Just for this afternoon, I will not yell once, not even a tiny grumble when you scream and whine for the ice cream truck and I will buy you one if he comes by.
Just for this afternoon, I won't worry about what you are going to be when you grow up, or second guess every decision I have made where you are concerned.
Just for this afternoon, I will let you help me bake cookies, and I won't stand over you trying to fix them.
Just for this afternoon, I will take us to McDonald's and buy us both a Happy Meal so you can have both toys.
Just for this evening, I will hold you in my arms and tell you a story about how you were born and how much I love you.
Just for this evening, I will let you splash in the tub and not get angry.
Just for this evening, I will let you stay up late while we sit on the porch and count all the stars.
Just for this evening, I will snuggle beside you for hours, and miss my favorite TV shows.
Just for this evening when I run my finger through your hair as you pray, I will simply be grateful that God has given me the greatest gift ever given.
I will think about the mothers And fathers who are searching for their missing children, the mothers and fathers who are visiting their children's graves instead of their bedrooms , and mothers and fathers who are in hospital rooms watching their children suffer senselessly, and screaming inside that they can't handle it anymore.
And when I kiss you good night I will hold you a little tighter, a little longer. It is then, that I will thank God for you, and ask Him for nothing, except one more day.............
from an e-mail that I recently received from my sister....thanks....
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Happy birthday to my almost teenager!!!!
Unbelievable.
Seriously.
My oldest daughter is 12 yrs old. As of 5:31pm this evening. I cannot believe it.
Eric and I keep shaking our heads at the thought of having an "almost" teenager - a fact that she keeps reminding me of.
My daughter is awesome. She is so sweet, thoughtful, caring, smart and pretty. Seriously. She has the best smile and the most beautiful dark hazel eyes.
As a birthday gift, she is getting contacts. Something that she has been requesting for awhile. I think that she is ready. We shall see.
We went to the eye doctor at Clarkson Eye Care here in Edwardsville. And as he continued to tell me the condition of her eyeballs, I could tell that the bill would be significant. She has astigmatism to beat the band. I knew that her vision was complicated when I had to start, when she was a 3yo preschooler wearing those adorable wire rimmed glasses, putting eye drops in her eye to weaken the strong one so the one with the worst vision wouldn't get too dependent. With me so far????
She was beaming the entire time, knowing that she was taking that leap into NOT wearing glasses, as she has been for 3/4 of her life.
Needless to say, the doctor reassured her (and me) that her contacts would need to be the hard kind, with a super special, one of a kind prescription. They are being made as I type. I picture a small, old, white-haired man (akin to Gepetto, Pinocchios' dad) whittling away at a small piece of plastic/glass to try to make that perfect lens for my girl. I know that is not the case, right?
Seriously.
My oldest daughter is 12 yrs old. As of 5:31pm this evening. I cannot believe it.
Eric and I keep shaking our heads at the thought of having an "almost" teenager - a fact that she keeps reminding me of.
My daughter is awesome. She is so sweet, thoughtful, caring, smart and pretty. Seriously. She has the best smile and the most beautiful dark hazel eyes.
As a birthday gift, she is getting contacts. Something that she has been requesting for awhile. I think that she is ready. We shall see.
We went to the eye doctor at Clarkson Eye Care here in Edwardsville. And as he continued to tell me the condition of her eyeballs, I could tell that the bill would be significant. She has astigmatism to beat the band. I knew that her vision was complicated when I had to start, when she was a 3yo preschooler wearing those adorable wire rimmed glasses, putting eye drops in her eye to weaken the strong one so the one with the worst vision wouldn't get too dependent. With me so far????
She was beaming the entire time, knowing that she was taking that leap into NOT wearing glasses, as she has been for 3/4 of her life.
Needless to say, the doctor reassured her (and me) that her contacts would need to be the hard kind, with a super special, one of a kind prescription. They are being made as I type. I picture a small, old, white-haired man (akin to Gepetto, Pinocchios' dad) whittling away at a small piece of plastic/glass to try to make that perfect lens for my girl. I know that is not the case, right?
Anything for our girls, you know?
Happy Birthday to my oldest, sweetheart monkey. You made me a momma.
I love you, forever. I'll like you for always. As long as I am living, my baby you'll be.
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Heard in my house....just a few days ago....
"Momma? I have poop on my foot..."
Silence from both Eric and I....I think we both thought that we were dreaming. It was VERY early...too early for poop to be ANYWHERE!!!!
"Momma....I have poop....on my foooooOOOOOOT!!!"
I implore the husband to get up and check. He does. And quickly calls for back-up.
Our 3yo monkey is recovering from a NASTY stomach bug and things...well....things happened.
We got it taken care of. We got the monkey taken care of. And, after 2 trips to the ER in 1 week, with one kid....I am glad that she is on the mend.
By the way....she is in her big-girl bed now. She thinks that it is the most awesome thing ever. She is so proud. In and out. In and out. In and out of that bed. Just because she can. Yesterday evening, I caught her brushing the "hair" of all of her stuffed animals. She wants to be like Aunt Mandy.
Silence from both Eric and I....I think we both thought that we were dreaming. It was VERY early...too early for poop to be ANYWHERE!!!!
"Momma....I have poop....on my foooooOOOOOOT!!!"
I implore the husband to get up and check. He does. And quickly calls for back-up.
Our 3yo monkey is recovering from a NASTY stomach bug and things...well....things happened.
We got it taken care of. We got the monkey taken care of. And, after 2 trips to the ER in 1 week, with one kid....I am glad that she is on the mend.
By the way....she is in her big-girl bed now. She thinks that it is the most awesome thing ever. She is so proud. In and out. In and out. In and out of that bed. Just because she can. Yesterday evening, I caught her brushing the "hair" of all of her stuffed animals. She wants to be like Aunt Mandy.
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Easter....
Well....the plastic grass is put away...
the baskets are put up...
half of the hard-boiled eggs have already found their way into an egg salad sandwich...
Easter is over.
This day has capped what has been an emotional week.
Easter week shall forever have a new meaning for our family.
My mother-in-law met Jesus on Palm Sunday. And on this Easter, her absence is palpable. It doesn't, and probably will never, feel the same.
But, on this Easter, she would want us to remember the sacrifice that was made, that made her admission into heaven possible. Jesus, dying on the cross, making us all worthy of heaven and God's grace.
May we never forget the reason for the season. May we enjoy the chocolate, peeps, jelly beans and family dinners...but always have, in the back of our minds, the real reason that we should be celebrating...
Our salvation.
God Bless you...if you are a reader of my blog. If you are not...God Bless you, too.
I am so thankful for my family...friends....and for my Lord and Salvation. I hope that you are, too.
the baskets are put up...
half of the hard-boiled eggs have already found their way into an egg salad sandwich...
Easter is over.
This day has capped what has been an emotional week.
Easter week shall forever have a new meaning for our family.
My mother-in-law met Jesus on Palm Sunday. And on this Easter, her absence is palpable. It doesn't, and probably will never, feel the same.
But, on this Easter, she would want us to remember the sacrifice that was made, that made her admission into heaven possible. Jesus, dying on the cross, making us all worthy of heaven and God's grace.
May we never forget the reason for the season. May we enjoy the chocolate, peeps, jelly beans and family dinners...but always have, in the back of our minds, the real reason that we should be celebrating...
Our salvation.
God Bless you...if you are a reader of my blog. If you are not...God Bless you, too.
I am so thankful for my family...friends....and for my Lord and Salvation. I hope that you are, too.
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Today...
Today, we will lay my mother-in-law to rest.
Today, my sweet husband will say good-bye to his mom (until we see her in heaven).
Today, my daughters will tell their Grandma Diekemper good-bye.
Today, my mother-in-law will get her wings (according to Allison).
We have been stuggling with how to tell Allison about Grandma. At 3.5yrs, we know that Allison's comprehension of death is darned near nil. Like it should be.
So today, as we stood by the casket that was holding my mother-in-law's body, I told Allison that Grandma's body didn't work anymore. She won't be opening her eyes or talking to us.
I told Allison that tomorrow (today) Jesus will be coming to get Grandma to take her to heaven.
Allison asked if Grandma will be getting all better in heaven. I told her yes.
Allison asked if Grandma would be coming back. I told her no.
Allison then asked if Grandma will get "some wings". I told her yes. Ally looked at me and asked "Grandma will be the angel?". I told her yes.
Allison smiled a tiny smile, patted the casket, near grandma, and walked away. That was all she needed.
We will tell stories of Grandma til the cows come home. I want memories to be the best thing that they have from Grandma.
By the way...the line at the funeral home? Neverending, for 5.5hrs. Friends, family....you name it. They all came to pay their respects to this woman who touched so many lives. What a testimony.
Today, my sweet husband will say good-bye to his mom (until we see her in heaven).
Today, my daughters will tell their Grandma Diekemper good-bye.
Today, my mother-in-law will get her wings (according to Allison).
We have been stuggling with how to tell Allison about Grandma. At 3.5yrs, we know that Allison's comprehension of death is darned near nil. Like it should be.
So today, as we stood by the casket that was holding my mother-in-law's body, I told Allison that Grandma's body didn't work anymore. She won't be opening her eyes or talking to us.
I told Allison that tomorrow (today) Jesus will be coming to get Grandma to take her to heaven.
Allison asked if Grandma will be getting all better in heaven. I told her yes.
Allison asked if Grandma would be coming back. I told her no.
Allison then asked if Grandma will get "some wings". I told her yes. Ally looked at me and asked "Grandma will be the angel?". I told her yes.
Allison smiled a tiny smile, patted the casket, near grandma, and walked away. That was all she needed.
We will tell stories of Grandma til the cows come home. I want memories to be the best thing that they have from Grandma.
By the way...the line at the funeral home? Neverending, for 5.5hrs. Friends, family....you name it. They all came to pay their respects to this woman who touched so many lives. What a testimony.
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