6-19-06

So Much to Say...

This past weekend was a whirlwind! The garage sale ended up...ok. Not as many people came as I expected, but I made a decent amount and had a TON of fun with my cousin Jessica, and sister, Brennigan. They spent the entire weekend here and we had a blast sitting in the scorching sun chatting about mundane things, taking money from total strangers, eating junk food, and being entertained by Landon. I have to say that it does bug me when people want to barter about EVERYTHING...something is already selling for pennies on the dollar, and yet, they want it even cheaper. I gave in...every time...mainly bc I just wanted to be rid of the stuff.

Friday evening we went out for ice cream and to the beach to watch the sunset. I have to say that the beach has got to be one of the most serene places in all of the world. I could have sat there for HOURS. This was our first trip there since the weather has become warm, and  just being there reminded me of all the reasons that I love where we live...and I love how hard my husband worked to get us here. He knew I wanted to live in this part of the state, particularly this town, and he did all that he could to make it happen...and here we are. I feel so overwhelmed by the blessings in my life....namely my husband, my son, my house, my family and my friends...and so much more. Sometimes I fear the difficulties that I know will come becuase my life just seems so wonderful right now, but then I remember that it is the dark times that make the good times so good. I have been in the dark, I have cried tears and wondered why, and I really think that those times of darkness are what help me to appreciate the now so much more.

Saturday night, after the garage sale we went to my father's house. He lives on a river and has a few boats. Landon got the privileged of being the "Captain" and got to drive the boat the entire time. I think that it had to be one of the highlights of his life. He was so proud and so excited to get to be "The Driver." It was wonderful to take a drive on the boat, but it was heavenly to see our son enjoying himself to such a degree.

Recently, Landon has started using exclamations. About a hundred times a day he will exclaim, "Oh my goodness!" He does so with such a depth of passion that anyone who hears him immediately starts chuckling. It is pretty cute...

So, I got very little sleep this weekend, and I was looking forward to a nice, relaxing evening with my husband last night. We had just sat down to watch a movie together when my neighbor called and told me she was in labor (she is only 33 weeks 5 days...so obviously, too early). She has two other kids so I immediately ran over there to watch her kids for her bc her husband is a police officer and was on duty. Well, when I got there her mother-in-law was there and her father-in-law was taking her to the hospital, so I went with her bc I didn't want her to have to go through something like this with just her father-in-law. SO...to make a long story even longer....we got the hospital and they gave her a shot and stopped the contractions! We got home a little after 1 and so far so good... The part of this story that has me walking down memory lane is that she was put in the same room as I delivered Landon in. I have not been up to that floor of the hospital since we walked out of there with our new son. But to be in the same room...the memories of that fateful day came flooding back. I had a horrible labor...I hate it when people give horror stories, so I will spare the details...but lets just say that everything about it was horrendous...BUT, when looking back on that day and that whole experience I have such a nostalgic feeling. I do not remember the pain, the constant throwing up for 5 hours, the vacuum, any of it...I just remember the feeling of meeting our son for the first time. I remember vividly when he was first placed in my arms...I remember Jonathan saying over and over through his tears how beautiful Landon was. I remember how beautiful and pure his skin was and how red his little lips were. I remember the awe I felt as I held my own flesh and blood...the one I had carried inside for 38 weeks of my life. Meeting him had to be a moment in time that will forever be etched in my mind, one that I live over and over just to feel those feelings again. So being in that room last night, it all came back to me...I could hear the voices of my doctor and the nurses and Jonathan, and I could "feel" some of the pain  of that whole process, but mostly, I just basked in the memories I had of meeting our son and falling so in love with him...memories of becoming a mommy to a little boy who has so completely and utterly stolen my heart.