Wednesday, February 28, 2007
Just a quick good morning post. I'm off for a dental appointment this morning. I'm taking my camera along. I'm convinced that people will begin to recognize a blogger from a distance not by the obvious tourist look that we are accustomed to mocking, but rather the camera slung about our necks every ready for a blog shot. This morning I was unconvinced that the weather forecaster was telling the truth about the impending rain and so I began to weather surf. I was not happy with the Global News weather so I watched the American weather to see what they would say about Canadian weather. Still not pleased I switched over to the Weather Channel to see the Long Range Forecast. At this point I was even less amused.
How are the Spring Flowers expected to bloom with abandon when they are regularly subjected to ice pellets? They have begun the annual flower count in our province Capital, Victoria. They do this every year, I think to gloat a bit. It truly is a beautiful city to visit as I'm sure many of you already know. How is the flower count coming along in your back yard? I'm sure that Argentina has lovely flowers this time of year. Is it summer for you there? Australia has been enjoying a good bit of warmth, and perhaps we could send you a drop or two of our rain. Texas has been busy planting sweet little pansies ages ago and no doubt have blooming trees already. Only my friends in Toronto, the Prarie Provinces, New York and the Midwest States have mountains of snow to dig away to find the buds of spring. I'm curious is there a bud to be seen in the lovely province of Prince Edward Island? Or is there blooms everywhere on Vancouver Island or is Victoria busy counting them all? I suggest we do our own flower count. Tell me . . . do you have a flower to count in your back yard?
Tuesday, February 27, 2007
Tanya had many ambitions in life and because she was an intelligent little girl it was evident that she had what it took to become most anything she wanted. She continued to grow strong and healthy and eventually earned a university degree and married the young man she fell in love with. Every thing went according to plan. They both worked and she became pregnant and they had a sweet little girl named Annalise. Still everything went according to plan until she experienced her first miscarriage. Who of us doesn't know that sadness of either ourselves or someone very close to us never holding the baby that was kept safe below their heart. They quickly acknowledged that this was not unusual and began to hope for another child. After the next miscarriage they became somewhat more alarmed and prayers began to go up in earnest for my niece and her husband and also for little Annalise who by this time although still a young little girl herself longed for a sister. After several more futile attempts and many trips to the doctor accompanied by related tests they experienced more miscarriages and they realized that their dream for another child would be arriving in a different form.
Monday, February 26, 2007
Oh and by the way, yesterday I jumped the gun (so to speak) and I posted Ken and Natalie's 1st anniversary hoping I would get an email of permission to post it. I never heard back from them so I put it back into draft mode. Perhaps, they'll still grant permission and I will put the post back up. Obviously they had better things to do on their first anniversary than read their email. Happy Anniversary Ken and Natalie.
Sunday, February 25, 2007
It was such a wonderful day. Having the blessing of family weddings is such a joy. I felt since this was your first anniversary it would recieve special mention. Ken is my nephew and the youngest son of my oldest brother and sister-in-law Ken and Mary.
Have a wonderful Sunday.
The Lord will work out his plans for my life . . . .for your faithful love, O Lord, endures forever. Psalm 138:8
Saturday, February 24, 2007
There is a picture of a blogger at work. We are always looking for a photo op are we not? Their sweet big boys added to the celebration with a few clever comments.
Friday, February 23, 2007
Another baby coming to join our family. Of course our thoughts and wishes were would it be a little girl this time? But my prayers were for a healthy baby and that all would go well - God knows best. We were very excited and many with us wishing us well. I thought, should I knit something in pink this time or sew a frilly little dress? I could always give it to some one else. Time went by so quickly and before we knew it was almost time for our baby to arrive. We were hoping it would come a few weeks early to make it in time for my birthday gift but it chose to come two weeks later February 23, 1959 on a Monday at 12:40 pm weighing 6 lbs. 11 0z. just tiny - The Doctor said "Its a girl". I could hardly believe my ears. I was very excited and could not wait to let Aron and every body else know. So as soon as we were ready, the nurses wheeled me passed the desk, dialed our number and let me break the news to Aron. He was sitting in the corner where the phone was and cleaning eggs, waiting for the phone call. I just told him Lovella is here - he could not make out what I was saying, after repeating several times I said Congratulations, you have become the father of a little girl. Oh then he was wide awake and wondered if I was phoning myself - well yes, I said and he ordered me to bed and said he would be right there. He was out of breath when he came to the hospital as though he had run all the way.
Thanks mom and dad for always making me feel loved, what a wonderful gift you gave me. Have a wonderful day everyone and please have a piece of chocolate cake where ever you may be.
Thursday, February 22, 2007
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
A few weeks later my parents were celebrating their 25th wedding anniversary and it would have been unheard of not to have a family portrait done before the big church celebration (at which I had to recite a poem). My mom opened up the back of my Dad's suit pants and put in a strip of fabric so that his cast could be accommodated. The morning before the big event I stepped on a nail behind the barn, and my foot was swollen beyond the capabilities of my new white shoes and so I had to wear my brother Gerry's old black dress shoes with my lovely pink lace dress. Oh, if your curious, my sister-in-law Mary did my hair. My dad looks a little shell shocked don't you think? I love the way I'm hiding my broken arm, it kind of reminds me of Bea hiding her broken arm last year when we went to Maui as a family but that is another story for another time, (if you are at all curious that is)
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
Monday, February 19, 2007
Sunday, February 18, 2007
Saturday, February 17, 2007
There are times when I do wonder what has made our marriage work when so many others around us have struggled and faltered, some having survived and others having failed. Of course I know that our shared commitment to the Lord has been the biggest reason but I know that when a couple needs to cleave to one another, needing each other more than we needed our moms and dads, . . something special begins to happen. On May 21, 1981 we had our second son. I was 22 and Terry was 23. I had another excellent pregnancy and the delivery was non complicated and our child was again healthy. Our life was happening pretty much as we had planned. No worries, no concerns. I went for my six week post natal checkup the Friday before the July 1 long weekend. I mentioned to the Doctor quite casually that I was a little concerned about a lump that Terry had at the top of his leg. "Kind of in the muscle, right at the top of his leg" I said. "Hmm, how long has it been there," he asked. "A long time, he says, its nothing, it doesn't hurt", I said. "How big is it" He asked, "Big, like half an orange, I would say", I said "Tell him to come in today after work, I'll wait for him" he said. Terry went and the doctor did the biopsy the day after the long weekend. What began after that was a long series of tests and and lots of waiting for results and a diagnosis. Sometimes the news was hopeful and then our hopes were dashed. He had more biopsies. The results came back that he had Hodgkin's Disease which is a cancer of the lymph nodes. After that began a series of tests to determine the extent of the cancer. His spleen was enlarged, but his liver looked fine, as did his chest. His cancer was for some reason very difficult to pin down. I won't bore you with all the details I have recorded but I count 14 different dates of detailed procedures and what not all lasting until the following February when his first treatment finally started. Now, I have to say, that all this cannot happen to a young family without a lot of cleaving. Where we would have been without our family for support and our close friends, I don't know. I literally sit here and cry when I remember how kind everyone was. We had letters from so many places telling us they were praying for us. We had help with the children, while I drove the hour with Terry for his daily radiation treatment. Secretly and between me and my girl friends I wondered what would happen, bravely with Terry I held fast to the hope that the Doctors gave us. People say that men make bad patients, I know one who was strong and stoic and refused to allow me to be with him while he spent hours in the bathroom. Our parents had the wisdom to allow us to cleave to one another. They helped with the kids and allowed us to help each other. Rather than trying to fix our problem they allowed us to feel what we felt and didn't intervene as most parents would be tempted to do with bits of advice and lots of hovering. If there is one piece of advice we can give young couples it would be, when you get married, make your center of gravity in your new home with your husband. If there are issues in your marriage, learn to work out your marriage together with your spouse not over at your parents house.
So, obviously my beloved Mr. T. survived. The picture I have posted is probably the only one I have of him during that time. He took the opportunity to grow a beard because as a Safeway employee facial hair was not allowed and he had plenty of time off of work to see what a beard would be like. As you can see, the boys were oblivious. We cried and fretted about Doctor appointments and check ups and they played and laughed. We learned so much during that time. As often is the case after difficult circumstances, we saw later how this time in our marriage became a blessing. . . . . . So this morning while we had our coffee Terry asked whether I was going to tell everything that happened in those years to him. I smiled and said . . ."oh no, I'll save some for the 200th post. He smiled and said and maybe there will be some left for the 300th post. I smiled and said . . "oh yah".
This afternoon we are going to a wedding. I just love weddings. I hope your day will be filled with delights. I'll see you on Monday.
Friday, February 16, 2007
Thursday, February 15, 2007
My beloved Mr. T barbecued some beef tenderloin. I steamed some fresh crab. We also had Fettuccine Alfredo and Steamed Broccolini and some fresh crusty bread. It was pretty yummy.
1/4 cup sugar
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
We continued to date through the rest of high school. After High School we got engaged and we married. Quite simple. Not always a breeze but never regretted. A good marriage takes a bit of effort.
One summer early in our marriage we were camping and we shared a Popsicle. Later I came back to the tent and saw this little sign hanging on the tent door. He made the little sign with a piece of broken glass and the sunshine. He thought I would like it. I loved it. I think it was maybe the most romantic sweet thing he ever made me. (The embroidered heart was my grandmother's pin holder)
I know we have something very special . . .not perfect, but special. We will continue to work to make our marriage better. I wish you all a Happy Valentines Day my friends. I sincerly hope that you are shown love today. "This is my prayer: that your love may abound more and more in knowledge and depth and of insight." Philippians 1:9