This is an actual, word for word, misspellings and all excerpt from Braelin's Journal. I'm not going to feel bad about putting it on my blog because she left it on the kitchen table.....what does she expect? I'm going to read it, and when I think it's this hilarious and telling into the life of my nine year old, I'm going to share it as well. You can think I'm a terrible parent, I really don't care. :)
Viva la Diva!!!
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The Next Year
I am hoping that by the end of this year I can get my ducks back in their row. That next year will be filled with the happiness of a bright future. I hope that I can get out of this funk, that I can turn to my Heavenly Father again for help. I hope that the dark days are replaced by the acceptance of my situation, that I will not have the strong desire to escape, but that I will have the strength to forge ahead. That I will use my running shoes for their proper purpose. That the smile on my face will be real instead of forced. That the desire to do the right thing will come from inside of me rather than knowing my children deserve that much. That the depression will be ultimately medicated, if not gone. I just hope that next year I know what the heck I am supposed to do with next year.
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These are the thoughts in my head. It's crazy to write them out, because they are dark, and they are scary. But it's therapeutic. Writing has always been a comfort to me. Even when I was young, I would write to get out my feelings. Many letters went unsent. Some were sent and never arrived to their intended. I write words in my head. I talk to myself all the time. In writing, I hope to find the answers I am looking for. I hope to sort things out. And it helps a lot.
Someday I hope to look back on this year and be able to say that it was a catalyst to something better. That the struggles and the heartache and the tears were worthwhile. I hope that my children and my sweet husband have not been forever affected by my difficulties this year. I hope that they know that they are my main motivation for getting out of bed every morning. They are the reason I know that there is still a Heavenly Father who loves me, and who is waiting for me to get back down on my knees. They have been my light in this year of gray. I love them more than anything else. More than any job, more than my house, more than a title and a paycheck, more than financial gain or security, more than I love myself. Oh, I hope they know that.
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Braelin's Birthday
Braelin turned nine on August 28, 2010. We had invited six of her friends to a "loosely planned" birthday party (read: cheap) and as of Friday night hadn’t heard anything from her two friends from school, no big surprise there. I had room in my car for four girls with seat belts, assuming at least one of them wouldn’t be able to come. So, Braelin tells me that her friend from school had told her that she wanted to come, but that we needed to go and get her. Of course, I have no idea who this child is or where she lives. Braelin assures me she knows where she lives.
So, we set out on our adventure with three girls from church, Braelin, myself and Brianna, Braelin’s aunt. Braelin is insistent upon “swinging by” and picking up Raven, so she directs me to the neighborhood. We get to the street she lives on, and Braelin says, “She lives three houses, two or three houses down from Chrislyn”. Oh, great! Where does Chrislyn live??!! So, the knocking begins. I felt like a madwoman. “Hi, I’m here to take your kid…..this is totally legit.” After the THIRD house we knocked on, we found Raven’s. Her mom said that Raven was at Chrislyn’s house. So, we go down to the house and here comes the two girls. What follows can only be described as a ruckus. Running in and out of houses, with phones that don’t work and dads that don’t speak English, and little girls running up and down the street trying to put their shoes on as they go. I just sat there thinking, “This is going to be a really, really bad idea.”
I couldn't have been more wrong.
Well, we got everyone in the car. Braelin and Brianna had to share a seat/seatbelt so that everyone I wasn’t related to had their own. The minivan was abuzz with chitter chatter.
Zumba with six tweenies is just about as much fun as anyone can ever have. They were hilarious, and just grinning from ear to ear. It was the most fun I think I have EVER had working out! And let me just say that at this point, I was really glad we brought Raven, because she was putting it ALL out there. I mean, ALL. OF. IT. And I loved it!
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These Days
I was perusing Facebook today and I found a statement in that little box underneath one of my friends' pictures. The quote describes exactly how I feel these days, and I love, love, LOVE that I found it!! As I am quickly approaching my 37th birthday, which means that I am even more rapidly approaching 40 (really?), I am starting to look at life differently. Call it a mid-life crisis if you want to, but I think you just get really reflective at this age, and you start wondering about all kinds of "stuff".....everyone reacts differently to this wondering, and the quote pretty much sums up how I feel at this point in my life:
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The Last Hour
I received one of those phone calls this morning that you hope you never receive. My beautiful sister was on the other end of the phone, and could hardly choke out the words. She told me something really horrible had happened. All of a sudden, a dozen scenarios went through my mind, and my body went numb. She told me that her best friend, Taylia Olsen, had died that morning. You see, Taylia lived in Michigan and was in the same ward as Sara. They were best friends. And by best friends, I mean that they did everything together. They even took turns cooking dinner for each other's families. As a working mother, at the time I didn't quite understand the relationship, and thought it was odd to be that close to someone. Now I am at home, and I totally get it. I understand the need to be close to someone as a mom. Someone that gets what you are going through, and sees you for who you are as a woman, not just a carpool driving, cooking, cleaning and putting-out-the hottest-fires-mommy. So, Taylia was Sara's someone. And now she is gone.
Taylia moved to China with her sweet family awhile back. Sara had been on skype with her many times, and they still communicated frequently. She was doing her daughters hair, and collapsed and passed away. Just like that. Bradley and I are both friends with her on Facebook, so we went to her page. An hour or so before she passed away she had been on Facebook playing Farmville. I said to Bradley, "If she had known she had an hour or so left, do you think she would've been on Farmville?" I began to cry and knew I had to blog. If I only had an hour or so left in my life, what would I do?
I would tell the people in my life what they mean to me. So, I am going to do that right now.
Bradley,
With everything that we have gone through in the last twelve years, you must know that you mean everything to me. Highs and lows, ups and downs, you are my constant. You have always wanted to take care of me, and sometimes I haven't let you, and for that I am sorry. I'm a stubborn girl, but this stubborn girl will love you forever, and for always, and no matter what.
Braelin,
My beauty. You and I are too much alike for words. I can feel your moods by whether or not you've eaten or slept enough. You are so precious, and have such a tender heart. I am blown away by your ability to love others so freely. I am so grateful for all that you teach me each day, and for your sweet hugs and kisses. They build me up, and I know that my Heavenly Father loves me every time I look at you and your sweet smile.
Devrie,
Devrie-Doo. My fiesty angel. You make me laugh so hard. I could look in your big, amazing brown eyes forever and just wonder how we got so lucky to have you. You are so smart, and I'm a little scared that you are already smarter than I am! When you purse your lips to kiss me, I feel so lucky to get that smushy kiss. I love our time together each day, even though it might not seem like it all the time. I feel very blessed to spend my days with you.
Aislen,
My baby girl. What a blessing you have been to me. I love spending time nursing you. Just you and me. It is so tender when you rub your sweet soft hand on mine, something you do every time you eat. You are spoiled because you are my last and I don't want to miss a thing....I missed a lot with your sisters, and I will pick you up every time you cry. You have the greatest dimples, and when you light up each morning, it warms every part of me. I love you, my little stinker monkey.
Mom,
I love you. What more can I say to someone who has been everything to me? I am so grateful that you are my confidant, and that you listen to me, even when I'm being ridiculous. Thank you for teaching me how to love unconditionally. You are amazing.
Daddy,
I have always tried to make you proud of me. Lately, I don't feel like I've done a very good job of that. Nevertheless, I hope you are proud of me, and I hope you know how much you mean to me and how much I look up to you. I love you.
Matt,
My little big brother. So proud of you and your accomplishments. You are a great husband and dad, and those two things are the most important. I love you and Andi and your boys very much, and wish I could see you more.
Sara,
My sweet sister. I couldn't bear the thought of you not knowing how much you mean to me. You are my go-to gal. I have never laughed harder. You get me. And I see you, and how wonderful you are. Not to mention the fact that you are just absolutely beautiful. I am so proud to call you my sister. I love you. I love being Aunt Lo-Lo to your amazing girls, and I hope George and your family know how much I love them.
Evan,
O-Evan. The most loyal of the bunch. And sooooo stinking hilarious! I had so much fun just talking to you and reconnecting when you came out here to help me paint my kitchen. Every time I walk in here, I think of you, and your willingness to come all the way down here and help out your nearly non-existent big sister. I love you very much. I want the best for you always, and I believe in you. I hope that you know that.
Ian,
I will never forget the time we were in Baton Rouge and I was a complete basket case, and you gave me a blessing. What a man you have turned out to be. And how awesome it was to share that experience with you. My little brother is a spiritual giant. I am so thankful for you in my life. I love living vicariously through your awesome experiences, and I am so looking forward to your bright future. I love you so much.
Mom and Dad Dance,
Thank you for treating me like your daughter. Thank you for loving me despite all my weaknesses. And thank you for raising such an amazing son. No, he isn't perfect, but he loves me and my girls more than anything. And when it comes down to it, that's all that matters, huh? I love you both more than you could ever know.
Sabrina, Eric, Julia, Quinn, Brianna, et al,
Thanks for putting up with me and all my crazy antics. I know that I have no filter, and sort of busted in on your family and talked about loads of things I shouldn't. Thanks for loving me anyway. I have so enjoyed all the times we have been together as a family. I love seeing you all and talking and laughing. It's just the best. What a great family I married into.
All my extended family....I love you as well. I am so grateful that I believe what I believe. And I do believe that we will all be together forever someday, if that is what we want. I am thankful that I am surrounded by people that I WANT to be with forever. That makes the journey there much more enjoyable, and the destination that much more exciting.
So, Taylia, I know that Farmville wasn't what you would've been doing had you known you were in your last hour. I am taking the chance to write down my feelings, and I'm sure they would've been very similar to what you would've said had you known Heavenly Father was taking you back today. Know that in the wake of this very, very sad day, you have taught me a very valuable lesson. I cannot procrastinate, I need to say what needs to be said, I need to do what needs to be done, and I need to love more than I have been.
We never know when our last hour is up, and I want to take advantage of every minute I have.
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Blah, Blah, BLOG!!!
We had a baby girl. We named her Aislen. It isn't pronounced Ass-len. It's Ace-lin. Like Ace In The Hole. Or Ace of Base. She's a pistol. She was born real fast, and we are real glad we didn't turn around to get the camera because she would've been born in the car without an epidural.
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The girls were flowers for Halloween. I made their outfits. I had officially lost my mind at that point.
Devrie continued to get into loads of trouble, especially when Mommy was nursing the new baby.We celebrated Thanksgiving at home just the five of us. It was an event, but I think it was more difficult to get everyone outside to the gazebo for a semi-family picture. (Bradley took it, so he wasn't in it.)
Grandma and Grandpa Dance came down for the baptism and blessing. It was awesome!
Devrie cut her hair. TWICE!!!
In January and February we went to Utah twice. We got to see a lot of family, but it was sad, too because we had to say goodbye to Grandpa Buxton, who we love so much and miss dearly.
We celebrated Devrie's 3rd Birthday just last week. We are loser's and didn't take any pictures of that, but this is what she looks like today:
So, now I am pretty much caught up! With the Blog, anyway. The rest of my life is a nightmare for even the strongest of procrastinators! But, at least my BLOG is updated. That's how you get into heaven, right?????
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