Just finished watching Marley and Me with the family. Well its midnight so really Blake was the only one to make it through. But the three of us cried together at the end. I wonder how long it will be before one of them tells me it is time for a dog? But I am not writing this to critique some movie…it only served as a reminder that I want to write. When the boy was reading his father’s columns it just made me want to have something for us all to look at later.
Everything moves so fast with a family…the years just keep passing me by. I wish I would just remember to take some time out just to write a few special things from each day…even the horrible things. It is most likely that it will all be laughed about at a later time. The funny thing about the movie is that it was like watching my family on TV (minus the dog of course, but we DID have that crazy dog…I just put my foot down and didn’t let him in the house). In fact, I remember way too clearly chasing Luke, a chocolate lab, eight months pregnant on a freezing January winter day. That was my last day…I didn’t keep going for him. I just let him go… he obviously wanted to be elsewhere; at least that is what I told myself.
Oh and everything didn’t start out perfect either…you know, “the plan”. In our case, first comes baby, two actually, then comes marriage. But we had that back to back pregnancy, both boys, and oh did the 2nd one have colic…oh that was our Nicholas. I remember that like it was yesterday. Boy did I have many mommy moments like Jen went through and Marc and I had many “conversations” so to speak, both ready to through in the towel. But we made it, just like they did. I think that going through all that is what has helped me decide what I want to do with myself. I want to try to help other families that just don’t get it…just don’t hesitate to through in that towel.
Well now I just feel like I am rambling. It’s ten till one and I am pooped. Day started out rough, but ended up being great. The sun was on my side…getting to spend some time on the dock fishing with Blake was really relaxing. That boy LOVES to fish. I don’t get to say yes to him often, but I love how it makes his day when I “ask him” to fish. If only I could make each of them happy like that at least once a day…
Everything moves so fast with a family…the years just keep passing me by. I wish I would just remember to take some time out just to write a few special things from each day…even the horrible things. It is most likely that it will all be laughed about at a later time. The funny thing about the movie is that it was like watching my family on TV (minus the dog of course, but we DID have that crazy dog…I just put my foot down and didn’t let him in the house). In fact, I remember way too clearly chasing Luke, a chocolate lab, eight months pregnant on a freezing January winter day. That was my last day…I didn’t keep going for him. I just let him go… he obviously wanted to be elsewhere; at least that is what I told myself.
Oh and everything didn’t start out perfect either…you know, “the plan”. In our case, first comes baby, two actually, then comes marriage. But we had that back to back pregnancy, both boys, and oh did the 2nd one have colic…oh that was our Nicholas. I remember that like it was yesterday. Boy did I have many mommy moments like Jen went through and Marc and I had many “conversations” so to speak, both ready to through in the towel. But we made it, just like they did. I think that going through all that is what has helped me decide what I want to do with myself. I want to try to help other families that just don’t get it…just don’t hesitate to through in that towel.
Well now I just feel like I am rambling. It’s ten till one and I am pooped. Day started out rough, but ended up being great. The sun was on my side…getting to spend some time on the dock fishing with Blake was really relaxing. That boy LOVES to fish. I don’t get to say yes to him often, but I love how it makes his day when I “ask him” to fish. If only I could make each of them happy like that at least once a day…
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