It went something like this: 6:45 we left the house hand in hand 6:55 went to a gas station to pick up a chocolate milk & 3 sweet treats for T 7:00 met Laura & her Payton & Tamsyn & her Kailyn (no babies allowed! Just the Big kids!) 7:10 headed to the movie theater 7:30 movie UP started 8:25 the red eyed dogs scared T 827 We snuck out of the theater 8:30 T & I went to McDonalds for ice cream cones instead 9:00 We got home & I tucked T in bed.
Tre is a very special boy! I love our special time. Its been months since we have had a mommy son date. It was long overdue.
ps: I have a favorite post now...& its the one below by Rod.
I have never been much for writing. I do not feel as though it can adequately express the tone of voice that is necessarily intended. It always worries me that words might be read into more than anticipated, or worse yet, not enough. There are many things I have never been a fan of until I met you. You are the first to ever really get me to smile for a camera, and the first to get me to eat a drumstick. Oh what I wouldn’t give to see you grin. On that note I would love to tell you a bit of what you mean to me.
Tomorrow is the 31st of May. It will mark nine years to the day that my life changed forever. I was never entirely comfortable around other people or even in my own skin. Then I met you. In that moment as you grimaced noticeably uncomfortably, I felt for the first time sated. You were easy to talk to, though I had the impression that you didn’t feel the same way. In nineteen years I had feelings for gals, but never even to the point of puppy love. With you it was different. I thought I loved you then.
For years I was across the seas serving our Lord. There are many reasons to serve: out of fear, out of love, and out of hope for reward among them. I hope that I served well out of love for our Heavenly Father and for our brothers and sisters. There was a tiny part of me that secretly sought reward. That reward was to be you. I prayed quietly each night that you would be safe, feel loved, and be prepared for the great things ahead of you. I’m sure that I couldn’t have kept from Him how much I wanted me to be ahead of you.
On my return home and a few turns down the road my dream girl became the girl of my dreams. I love that I feel your breath on my neck as I sleep, it warms my heart. I could never have imagined how wonderful these years could have been. The Lord never could have shown me what a life I might have had as I’m sure I couldn’t have believed it. I steal glances at you and think about us growing grey together. You are so beautiful at sixty, I wish you could see.
I wish I could show you what I hope is coming for us, but I don’t imagine you could believe me either. In the now I am so blessed to have you as my best friend, my wife, and mother to our dear babies. Every time I see one of them smile I love you more.
I know we have stumbled a time or two along the way. In reality it is more me falling and you stopping to dust me off. I am heartbroken that I have not been as sweet to you each and every day as I might have been. I would always want one more day with you and I should be better at acting as such.
I hope you can forgive me for all of my shortcomings, including the random blathering you find before you now. Words never seem to say enough.
I thought I loved you when we were babies. Heaven only knows how the Lord might teach me how to love you years from now into the eternities. I hope that I can be the man you deserve and that you might continue to help me live up to what flicker of light you must have seen in me.
Feelings have never been easy to fall from my lips. It is far simpler to imagine that I just haven’t any at all. I will admit that I was never sure how love was supposed to go. I looked everywhere from when I was a child trying to figure it out. I think that I understand now why I never found it, I had yet to find you. I imagine that love is different to everyone, and perhaps at different times. What I would do is to love you the way you love me. In your eyes is a fierce devotion that I try so hard to replicate. You love so perfectly, as though you had special tutoring from above before we came.
Our ward has some pretty fabulous youth... several of which graduated this week. There are a lot of parties to attend. the first of which was for all the HS graduates at the bishop's home. poor lil' miss Haley broke her arm an hour later on the trampoline. Laura is so cute! Good food & good company. more parties today.
Right now Britton sleeps in the crib. But, Maddox is coming up to bat.
which means Britt's bed will be making its debut in a few weeks. (not sure if I want to bunk them or put them side by side. & even more unsure as to who is going to sleep in the upstairs bedroom.)
Last night I had Laura & Tamsyn over. We were going to watch Hairspray. But my big kids were going bonkers. Maddox was off schedule. & we ended up talking & eating ice cream & brownies.
At about 9:45 We all heard a very loud THUD!
We all knew immediately what it was. & sure enough... Britt was on the wrong side of the crib rails.
Tre had moved furniture around & had pulled their sleeping bags down (amongst other things) from his closet.
holy moly! GO TO SLEEP BOYS!
I work those kids hard with playtime & helping... & still they are up 3 hours after I lay them down to bed. (BEDTIME IS 6:30 HERE)
with the latest crib developments I am feeling the push to get my almost 2 year old into his very own big boy bed. (I never had these problems with T, britt is such an instigator. haha.)
Maddox got a practice run in the crib yesterday & the boys just loved watching him wiggle & squirm.
We Sclaters sure love our newest addition. He is so fun to watch.
Maddox are you ready to move out of Mommy & Daddy's room? (First I need to finish painting the upstairs bedroom...okay so thats an excuse)
*****
Can you blame us for watching this boy for hours on end?
xoxo to Rod
Britton's birthday in june 1st! My baby is going to be 2!
The ceiling fan spun around. I would catch my focus on a single blade for a moment before the blur of the spinning pieces of white painted wood continued on their way. The back of my hands supported the arch of my back. I pulled at the carpet fibers with my fingernails. I was conflicted. & all I knew to do was lie on the floor & listen to the hum of the ceiling fan motor.
Plane tickets & hotel reservations were made. Swimsuits had been bought, new clothes purchased. Flip flops: check, sun block: check, toiletries, towels: check, check. The flight to Florida for the senior class trip was less then 24 hours away & I did not want to go.
I had moved in the middle of my senior year to Pottstown Pennsylvania. Pottstown was small, & thus, I could not bury myself under a large student body like the other high schools I had transferred into. I had made a few friends, but as the school year came to a close, I found myself dreading school more & more. Pottstown was tough for me & in some cases tough on me.
Flying to Florida with my classmates was the very last thing I now wanted to do.
& So I lay on the floor of my bedroom with its plaid pink walls & yellow comforter thinking I did not want to go at all.
To my surprise my parents wholly understood.
They had seen first hand how hard this particular transfer had been for me.
My father called PottsgroveHigh School, & although non refundable, My mom & dad seemed unaffected by my ill-timed preference.
With that solitary resolution I unknowingly began my future.
That night as we sat in our usual seats infront of our dinner plates my Mom asked what I wanted to do with my stolen week.
My best friend Jenny (with a Y) was graduating at her high school in Maryland that week. It took me only a few minuets to assemble the week’s plans. The next morning my Dad loaded up my already packed bags for Florida & took me to Maryland to stay the week with the Zonarich family.
Jenny Zonarich & I had met through our boyfriends who had since broken up with us (you know High School boys), but that didn’t stop us from being friends. We never attended the same high school, & really only lived near each other for 2 years, but we loved each other & she just made me laugh & wiped my often dramatic tears. She & I tried to die our brown hair blonde…to no avail. Jenny & I would lay on vents to try & over hear other peoples conversations. We went to baseball games together & proms. She was always only a 11 digits on a phone away. She was so confident & so gorgeous. I loved that girl. Still do.
Jenny had a busy week with graduation parties & senior week at the beach. I tagged along everywhere & enjoyed all of it. I was happy to be with her.
During that week, not sure when. Maybe the beginning, maybe the end. But at some point Jenny was contacted by an old boyfriend. Travis had returned home from his first year at BrighamYoungUniversity in Utah. Travis (by no surprise to me) wanted to see my Jenny. Jenny was certain to make clear she had a friend staying with her & didn’t want to make a 3rd wheel of me. By no happenstance I am sure, Travis had a friend staying with him also. This friend of his had been on his hall at BYU, & was staying with him for a few weeks before going abroad to travel Europe.
A lunch date was made.
The place: Baltimore Inner harbor, the time: a bit before noon that same day.
& all despite my objection to a blind double date.
For Memorial Day we headed out to Virginia. (south west Virginia that is....) The Finklea's hosted a cook out! The kiddie pool was out, the grill was fired up... Austin day dreaming about having another baby.... (haha) Happy Memorial day (I was post crazy tonight...view on...)
ps: I am proud of my air force husband this memorial day!
