Let’s see if I can type this without crying.
We had to put down our sweet, beloved, furry baby on Monday. He would have been 15 in April, and we were so blessed to have been his for 14 of those years. He outlasted everyones expectations, and we are so thankful he did!
As 2 (very) young newly married kids, we went to ‘just look’ at the pound, and came home with a 50 pound ball of fur. We had to sneak him into our apartment! We were moving out in 2 days, but the pound said that they just couldn’t hold him for us. He helped us learn more about ourselves, and life in general. He was waiting by the door as we brought our first baby home. He was waiting by the door as we brought our second baby home. As the boys have grown up he’s been a constant playmate.
But in the past year he’s slowed down. He was happier inside, than out, but he would lay outside and watch them play. He still lit up when he saw his red leash in one of their hands. He wagged his tail in delight when we walked in the door after school, or running errands.
Until recently. He was tired. He was confused. He seemed sad. We knew his time was near, but we put it off. We prayed God would let us have one more Christmas, and praise Him, he did! It was right after the New Year we started to notice the biggest changes. After 4 bad days we decided we couldn’t keep him here for our good. We needed to make that tough decision for his best interest. So we did. The boys had the day off of school. We brushed him one last time. The boys asked to feed him one last time. We went for one last walk around the block. It was painfully obvious that it was difficult for him. We went to the park one last time, running around and just laughing. We didn’t even care about the 5* weather. It was sunny and clear. It was a beautiful day. He found a chicken bone by the trash and was so happy. We went for one last drive. It wasn’t long enough. We went to the vet, one last time. I sat in the waiting room with Tiny. Fred wanted to spend every precious second with Java, so he went back with Jason. Java was held until he took his one last breath.
It was a silent drive home. The tears waited until we were home. He was not by the door waiting for us. It was devastating. After letting the tears flow we looked though hundreds of photos. Pictures we’ve long forgotten. It was the best way to spend the afternoon. Remembering Java’s better days. Seeing his young face helped us realize how bad he had gotten. I sit here and think, now I have one more reason to look forward to heaven one day. But while The Good Lord wants me here, I know Java couldn’t be in better hands, and he’ll be waiting by the front door when I get there.
About 13 years ago + a few months ago, while Jason and I were dating we lived in different counties. We were about 2 hours away from each other and only spent time together on the weekends. The weeks got pretty long. I gave Jason one of my senior pictures, and he gave me a photo of him. I loved that picture. I immediately framed it, and put it on my nightstand. My family teased me about it, but I couldn’t have cared less. I fell asleep next to his handsome face. Over the years and many moves later, the picture, and it’s frame have moved from my nightstand to a box. Who needs the picture when you have the real thing laying on the pillow next to you? I was rummaging through my photo box a few months ago, and I found it. My heart skipped a beat or two when I saw it. It has that effect on me. After staring at it, with a smile on my face for a few minutes, I decided it did not belong in some lonely box! It is back in its rightful spot on my desk next to my bed.
(Yeah, it’s been in the frame for so long that it’s stuck to the mat!)
Saturday: Started with a slow lazy morning.
Got to witness a motorcycle parade on our way to Lucky Peak.
Saw the Rooster Tail from the backside. Never done that before.
Lunch at the Tolley House and a walk on the Greenbelt. It was a beautiful day.
Sunday: Woke for church and a surprise slipped under my door. Bam made me a shrink-a-dink necklace of Biscuit the Dog, because he’s my favorite, I’ve been told!
BBQ beef sandwiches and fresh pineapple for Mother’s Day Dinner.
And a yummy Starbucks treat just for me!
Relaxing, lazy day at home with the two boys that make me so happy I get to celebrate this day!
12 years ago…
I became a Mrs. It is my favorite day of the year. It was the day I promised forever and always to my best friend. Two became one.
I was smitten with this fellow from the get go. Although not a Christian at the time, I can see now that God had chosen for us to be together. The pathes we took to find each other are funny now, only the humor of God can explain it. We dated for such a short time, a fact I have never once regreted. I couldn’t wait to start my life as Mrs. Jason. I look forward 70 more years together, I like him THAT much.
falling asleep while reading.
I hope you have a fine birthday my tiny one. I hope you enjoy 7 as much as you enjoy everything in life. You are such a happy child and you make my heart sing. I love you so much.
This year Easter was a little different. Well it was a lot different. First of all we were at my parents house instead of here at home. It was the first Easter we spent somewhere else. Saturday after the boys soccer game we headed out. We got to my hometown just in time for my nieces birthday party. She turned 3 on tax day. That was my grandmother’s birthday too. She had a funny joke about that. It was a fine birthday party and like any good auntie, I forgot to take pictures. I have no idea how this happened, other than after 2 hours of soccer and another 2 hours of driving, my brain was mush. This sounds like a good enough excuse to use.
Then Easter morning we went to church service with my sister. We are Protestant, my sister is Catholic. It was quite different, and it started VERY early. So no family picture this year on Easter morning. I will have to take one some other morning…. we’ll pretend that it’s Easter! 10 years from now, no one will ever know the true story. Except for you because I just told you. After the service my sister’s friends invited us over for breakfast. It was a very nice visit, with great conversation plus homemade waffles and strawberries while listening to the boys laughing and playing with the cousins equals singing in my heart. We got back to Nana and Papa’s house and the daddies went and hid the eggs.
We got some funny pictures of the cousins, some were happy, some crying, and some just not paying attention.
After evaluating their loot we took the boys over to Shoshone Falls. I grew up with the falls being right there and being able to go see them whenever, but my boys have never seen them! This is an absolute tragedy to me. The falls do not fall all year round. This is because there is a dam upstream that holds the water all winter, then they let it go when they know they have enough for all the irrigating for the summer. Easter weekend was the first weekend that the falls were flowing. It was busy but as usual it was beautiful. Breathtaking beautiful, even though I have seen it a million times. Perhaps even more so because I was seeing it with my kids for the first time.
It still brings tears to my eyes. Is is even possible to look at this magnificent falls and NOT see the power and awe of The Lord? Look he even puts a rainbow in it! What a beautiful Easter treat to us! He has risen indeed!!
I can not wait until we get Fred’s little disposable camera to see it through his eyes. They loved it.
After the falls we headed over to my brother’s house for some a yummy Easter dinner. My bother had smoked a turkey and it was delish! YUM! Then before we headed back home to get those boys in bed for school the next day we headed over to the park by his house to let the kids run around. My children climbed trees instead. Of course.
That was our 2009 Easter. A little different than our traditional Easter but one that I will treasure forever!