Wednesday, April 30, 2008
20 months later and not only has it not fallen out, it has increased. Don't get me wrong, I'm pretty content with getting older and I think gray hair is regal and stunning. But I'm 28. I could've waiting another, oh, 5 years before studying the top of my head in the mirror.
I think I have come to understand what is causing my gray hair.
For 9 months, I carried a Cornett child in my womb.
Roy's dad, and all of his uncles, are silver topped and Roy himself cannot remember a time when his father's hair held pigment. Roy started going gray in high school but during college it miraculously ceased. Even so, at 30, I am convinced that Roy will be totally gray - or at least salt and peppered - by 32.
So instead of blaming my age, I'm blaming my husband for my gray hair. I am sure I won't be the first.
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Monday, April 28, 2008
Thursday, April 17, 2008
Its bench is worn from humid Florida air and sweaty behinds.
It was bought and cared for 26 years ago with deep love and hard work.
and boy oh boy is it heavy.
Two strong men were barely enough and I am grateful to our new, strapping, young neighbor Eric for being home, slipping on shoes, and helping us in the task.
After testing out a few scales, I wondered what to play first.
I opened my old blue hymnal, and turned to page 77, "The Stars Were Silent", written by my Grandpa Bixel. My fingers are out of shape and the piano needs a tune up, but boy... as the chords my grandpa penned echoed through the house, I suddenly felt at home and enveloped by my history and hopeful for our future.
Welcome, dear piano, to your second home. I hope you are ready for more lessons, more sing along's and around-the-room dances and yes, more sweaty behinds to leave prints on your well-worn bench.
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
This sparked a long discussion about how the sense of community has changed. My blogging community, many of them with public blogs listed to the right, are an amazing coming together of friends, family, and friends of friends who I have grown to regard as friends of my own. Many of these people I haven't seen in 10 years. Yet, through this seemingly self-obsessed act of talking about ourselves and having people read our musings, we have reconnected in an extremely meaningful way.
So I'm a sap. I romanticize nearly everything in my life and inherited the Polyanna spirit of my father. I get excited about the littlest things and when I do, my hands go up into the air and I kind of dance around in a silly little jig. My heart does that when I think about you, my friends, my community. And I thank you.
Monday, April 14, 2008
Sunday, April 13, 2008
Saturday, April 5, 2008
This trip home was one of the best I had in a long, long time. It was unhurried, unstressful, and Sophie was a peach. After a difficult Christmas, this trip was what we needed. The only thing that would've made it better was if Roy came with us, but the cost of flights was just too prohibitive.
We've been video chatting on Skype with my family for about a month now and as soon as we got off the plane and mom did the freaky thing she does with her mouth EVERY TIME we video chat, Sophie smiled and knew exactly who she was.
I swear, I was filled with warm fuzzies all weekend long.
There was lots of piano playing.
and I got this outfit for $2.25 at the Etc. Shoppe. Man, I miss that place!
Mom, Ella, and Sophie played and played and played. And Sophie and Ella shared very well except for the singing monkey and the basketball. Those were highly popular toys!
Leftovers from Easter. Sophie loved wearing these ears.
and I love the expressions on the girls faces here. So representative of their personalities. Ella is happy and giddy, Sophie questioning and curious.
The window on the landing of stairs was a popular, popular place.
I don't know when we'll head up north again, and that makes me sad, but the warmth of this weekend (despite the, "that wind is in a hurry!" wind) will last quite a while.
(as an aside, I can't recommend Skype highly enough. This free video service is the perfect way to stay in touch with the people you love when they are far away.)
Friday, April 4, 2008
Roy: 10 Commandments. There were only 10.
Riley: No, there were 20 Commandments, then he dropped one of the tablets and there were only 10... oh wait... that was Monty Python.
Roy and AnnaMarie: (laughing)
Riley: What? I made a mistake. I thought Noah dropped one of the tablets and confused it with Monty Python.
Roy: It wasn't Noah.
Roy: It wasn't Noah, it was Moses.
Riley: Oh right, Moses.
Roy: (to me) And we're the heathens.
I get my home church bulletin emailed to me every week. It makes me feel connected to my church and, well, keeps me up on the gossip.
This morning, I opened it and was casually reading when I saw this:
JANELLE AND JOANN will share about the tragedy which affected their lives for Mennonite Women, April 10, at 1:30 p.m. The theme will be “God’s Grace is Sufficient.” Special guests will be included for a fellowship following the program. All are welcome.
It was like I had been struck.
Without going into the details of what happened (for that is not the purpose of this post), my freshman year of high school, my class of 13 was tragically taken to 12 when an accidental shooting took the life of a kind and talented 14 year old. This shook my community, and my class, to its very core.
Nearly 15 years have passed since Matt died and I will never forget that day, and the days of grace and compassion that followed. As I look back now, I realize how much the response of my community, and of Matt’s family – Joann is his mother - shaped who I am today.
Both mothers were faced with tragedy in their own way and I’ll never forget Joann’s immediate forgiveness, her understanding that this accident was just that – an accident. She and her husband embraced Janelle’s family and Janelle’s embraced her. This could’ve turned into a court battle, harsh words could’ve been shared, and grudges could’ve been kept. But the grieving was a collective grieving.
Looking back, I wish I had done more for Janelle’s family and for my classmate who carries this heavy burden. I realize now that their actions shaped me more than I ever realized. I suppose the best I can do is carry that message of forgiveness into my daily life. The things that happen to us that we get all worked up over are nothing in comparison.
“God’s Grace is Sufficient”. Those words are so hard to comprehend. Yet if Joann and Janelle can speak about this, if they can believe that (which I know that they do), I can believe too.(and now, for something more light hearted, go watch the video of Roy and Sophie on his blog.)