Dear Davilyn ~
Another weekend of hockey. A shooting camp… and now you are done until fall. I know you will enjoy the break.
You absolutely love to read. We picked out three more books from the library and you started reading them immediately. It didn’t take you long to finish them. You are already wondering about the reading program for this summer at the library and want to make sure that you get signed up.
I wish the summer weather would hurry and arrive. I loved spending last summer in our back yard pool with music in the back ground. It was an awesome way to spend those months and I know we are all looking forward to doing it again. You have been anxious to get your sandals on and skorts out of hiding. Hopefully the weather is warming and that day won’t be too much further away.
We love summer and I cannot wait for our summer together! My favourite part of summer are the memories we make together.
Mama loves you Dudes.
Dear Quinn ~
The countdown to summer is on. You are already wearing flip-flops and dresses whenever you can and running around without a jacket. It’s been glorious those few fleeting spring/summer moments. Hurry Summer, we have missed you.
Now that you have been in school for a few years, the birthday party invites are many as are the play date requests. We enjoy watching your little friendships grow.
You have fully recovered from your surgery last month. You are sleeping better and you don’t snore anymore! It’s been wonderful. We all felt a little let down after this March break since you were not feeling well at all and we didn’t do much of anything. The thing you and your sisters don’t know about is that your Dad and I have a surprise trip planned for us all. I hope that I can keep it a secret until the time comes to let you all know…. I just want to tell you!
I can’t wait to make more summer memories with you. It’s going to be great!
Mama loves you Quinnie.
As in mine.
I am turning 40 this month, and mostly I haven’t had a chance to think about it. Except when I do.
And I still feel young… but I remember when I thought 40 was old. Or at least thought it was a long long way away and I could not imagine that day.
Turning 40 doesn’t make me feel old so much as it makes me feel human. As in, my days on this earth are numbered and only God knows what that number is.
The thought of growing old doesn’t scare me so much as the thought of running out of days. I’m running out of days and I don’t know how many I have left. None of us do. I wake up at night thinking about it. Fast forwarding to graduations, special events, birthdays and weddings. Willing myself to see me there in the future, but I have no idea if the number of my days includes high school graduations and wedding days but I’m praying that it does.
I am turning 40 this month and aside from the occasional back ache and the fact I can’t drink all night anymore, I don’t feel like I’ve aged at all. But I have and it’s around these milestones birthdays that I hope I didn’t spend my best days with my nose in Law books and getting my career off the ground. That my best days are now and still ahead of me. That my best days include prom and graduations of three beautiful girls and University drop offs. That my best days include three weddings and three beautiful wedding gowns. That my best days include grandchildren and spending my retirement days with Craig.
Because in this world when the only thing that is certain is uncertainty, I pray that as I turn 40 my best days are still yet to be.
We decided a few years ago that we would eventually have the girls baptized, but it just never happened. We didn’t attend church regularly and living in a Mennonite community for almost 8 years, we didn’t feel in our hearts that any of those churches was a fit for us.
Just over two-years ago, we moved back to the town I grew up in and the girls enrolled in the Catholic School, the same one I went to when I was their ages…. then, they kind of made the decision for us. They were learning in a Catholic environment and asked us if they could be baptized.
So in the fall, we had all three of them baptized.
And it felt like a weight had lifted off my shoulders. It was just something that I had always wanted to do and felt we should do.
Today, two of the three girls had their first communion. Quinn will celebrate hers when she is in grade two. It was perfect. Piper in jeans and shirt (I did think about having her wear a white hockey jersey) and Davilyn in a perfect little dress.