Sunday, February 26, 2012

Nine Days Later

My youngest sister and her son came to visit us, they arrived here on Feb 17, they are headed home today.  This is one of the few times that I wish that time didn't go fast.  Most of my life, time has not flown by as quickly as when I am with my family.  I wish time would be much slower then. 

I was so excited on Feb. 17 to go and get my sister and nephew from the airport.  When the time came, I got my daughters and my sister and together and we headed to my minivan to go and get them.  They arrived at the gate while we were still traveling down.  We were a few minutes away.  They had to get some baggage so we waited in the cell phone waiting area for a little while.  Then we proceeded to the pick-up area.  I saw them in the rear view mirror, so I grabbed my baby out of her carseat and met them at the back of the van.  I let her hold the baby while I put the luggage in.  We kissed each other and jumped in the van and headed home.

We made a pitstop at Arby's before arriving home.  We had to park pretty far away so my sister dropped us off at the door and then parked.  We all left our phones in the car, so I went back out and got them.  We sat around and talked for a while before we headed to bed.  It had been a long day for them.  They look wonderful!

While they were here, we enjoyed our time together.  We went out to eat, we got frozen custard, we saw old friends, we hung out and watched television.  We went to Antelope Island (which should be Bison Island, in my opinion).  My nephew enjoyed going to the gym with my husband.   It was wonderful to just be together again.  I tried to talk her into moving here, but I am not sure it worked out.  We shall see.  I hope and pray that their house sells soon.

To my sister and my nephew, thank you for coming to see us!  I hope you had as much fun here as I had having you here.  I wish you could have been here longer but I am thankful for the time you were here.  I miss you both already!  Love you!

Sunday, February 12, 2012

The Dance

Last night I went to a Sweetheart Dance with the love of my life.  The theme was "The Best is Yet to Come."  The dance was held at one of our church's stake centers.  While we were dancing, he asked me how long it had been since we had been to a dance together.  It took me a while to come up with the answer... but it was a New Years Eve party in California put on by the Levine family.  It was to ring in 2002, so it had been 10 years.    We have danced together since then, but just in the house.

It was nice to get dressed up.  I haven't been dressed up in a while.  My sister let me borrow a dress and a pair of shoes.  They were 4 inch heels.  I should have known better than wear those to a dance, but they were just so cute.  My toes have recovered today, but last night they were really hurting.  Most of the music was from the 50s.  Considering that there were many people at the dance from that era, it was appropriate. 

My husband and I got some refreshments and sat at a table with some elderly couples.  As I sat there, I was thinking that they must have been married for at least 50-60 years.  I guess I was probably thinking that because it was my parents' 45th anniversary.  Finally, one of the women introduced herself.  Her name is Carol.  When we introduced ourselves, she said she knew someone in Illinois with our last name.  Then she was dragged out to the dance floor by her adoring husband.  When she came back, she told us his name, and of course, we didn't know him.  She went on to tell us that she was in our Church ward until she got married.... 4 months ago!  I said, "Oh, you're a newlywed."  She smiled and said, "Yes," with a very big grin.  I told her congratulations.  Here she was, with the whitest hair you can imagine, and probably well in to her 70s, and enjoying her newlywed life.

While my husband and I were enjoying our last dance together, I leaned over and whispered in his ear that you can tell they were newlyweds.  They were dancing closely, and he had his hand in hers, and it was on his toosh.  It made me laugh... and remember how it is to be a newlywed!

My sister was kind enough to watch my little ones.  I told her we wouldn't be gone much more than an hour.  We stayed for an hour then stopped and grabbed a couple things at Target and headed home.  It was a wonderful evening out with him.  My daughter enjoyed some milk that I left her for her.  I guess I should start stocking up on some more in the freezer, since it was the last bag of mommy milk.

Saturday, February 11, 2012

45 Years

45 years ago today, my parents made a trip to a small town in western New York.  They made wedding vows and headed off to start their life together.  That life together brought them from New York, to California, back to New York, to Houston, and then back to New York.  All six of us children were born in Houston.  We moved to New York when the youngest was almost 4 months old.  They raised us there and we have many memories as a family there.  When I talk about home, I am talking about that home... the one in New York.

My parents are amazing people, if I may say so myself.  They love being together.  They love going on dates together.  They love going to movies or on road trips.  They enjoy having the family around them.  They celebrated their 45th anniversary today by going out to eat with the family that is still there.  They then went to a movie.  My sister-in-law made them a cake.  I would have loved to have been there to celebrate this day with them, but I did speak to them on the phone. We all hope to be together for the 50th anniversary.  I am blessed to have them for my parents.

Happy Anniversary Mom and Dad!  Thank you for teaching me how to be a good parent, by the example you set!  I love you both so much :)