The Most Wonderful Day of the Year

§ November 8th, 2010 § Filed under Articles, Reflections & Confessions § Tagged , , , , § 2 Comments

Yesterday was my favorite day of the year.  And nothing holds a candle to this day.  Not Christmas.  Not Groundhog’s day.  Not the first day of school.

It is the day we FALL back.  Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh….. bring on that extra hour of sleep.  I have said before how I feel about Springing ahead, but Falling back?  Oh, that day makes all 364 other days worth it.  I love going to bed Saturday night around 11pm and setting the clock back an hour.  “Oh…is it only 10? ” and I snuggle in all proud of myself for going to bed early.

There was a time several years ago after Dave and I were first married where he woke me up early on Fall Back Day for some god-foresaken reason.  I remember my incredulous reaction as I said to him, “You just RUINED my favorite day of the year!!!”  Now, when you first get married there is a lot to learn about each other.  But I will never forget the look on Dave’s face when he said, “THIS is your FAVORITE day of the year?  Seriously?”  Yes, dude, seriously.  It is to his credit that he has never forgotten the lesson he learned that day. 

To be fair, I could go without the dark mornings.  There is something so sinister and depressing about waking up in the pitch dark. And it does signal the beginning of winter.  Which means that  around here we are headed for 6 months of solid rain.  Rain.  Every single day.  Except when it snows.  And then the whole area shuts down.  Oh, I mean it.  Those of you out there in regions where you get snow on a regular basis would be stunned at the Seattle area’s lack of snow savvy.  People start to freak out. Two years ago, the schools shut down because there was a THREAT of snow. When it snows around here people don’t go to work and they call their friends and family to be sure they are surviving.  We even have our own local  reporter who loves to coin terms like “Storm Blast 2009.”  He is usually in a hat, coat, and gloves standing on top of the Space Needle while the snow flurries around him and he — get this — HOLDS ON so as not to be blown away, I guess.  Then he tells us to expect 3 inches of snow and to BEWARE of STORM BLAST 2009!!!!!   Then the one snow plow that is owned by King County starts to work its way around the area.  Cars pull to the side of the road and are abandoned as people claim, “I cannot drive in this stuff! Too dangerous!”  (And, hec, I say pull over if you think three inches of snow is too dangerous.)  When snow is predicted the stores RUN OUT of bottled water as people prepare for the worst.   I wish I was exaggerating, but I’m not.

Now, RAIN we can handle around here – we don’t cancel anything for rain.  But SNOW?  Nope, we don’t do snow.

So, here I am today, all rested from my extra hour of sleep and ready to face Storm Blast 2010.

Lucky Number 13

§ November 2nd, 2010 § Filed under Articles § Tagged , , , , § 6 Comments

When Izzy was born,  she was taken into the recovery room and we all had to whisper, turn the lights down low, and she simply settled in to the sound of her daddy’s voice.  Now, here we are…13 years later.

In a lot of cultures and religions there are rites of passage that mark the passing from childhood to adulthood — the bar mitzva, the quinceanera, etc.  But the it seems like this ritual is missing from so many of our lives.   Especially for girls.

Enter the 13.

This idea was thought up by a friend of a friend and a former co-youth leader of mine that noticed this deficit and decided to do something about it.  It goes like this.  When a girls turns 13, she gets a party.  But not a party full of other teens brimming with emotions and hormones.  A party full of adult women.  Women who will say to her:  you are valued,  we are with you, we love you.   Think The Red Tent but in the suburbs. 

So, last weekend was Izzy’s 13.  She had been looking forward to this weekend away since her big sister turned 13 a year and a half ago. 

Fourteen of us packed up and drove to the mountains and nestled into a cabin.

We then told her of her value, her worth.  We formed a circle of women around her.  We read to her the Word of God.  We gave her gifts.  We prayed. We showered her with advice. We cried. 

And then we partied.  We ate lots and lots of carbs.  We played party games.  We decorated our hands and feet with henna.  We created an art project so she could carry this weekend with her forever. We laughed until our sides and our faces hurt.  And we kept it PG-13…barely.  When we got in the van to leave, Izzy burst out with “That was SOOOOOOOOOOOOO much fun!”  It was like she had been waiting all weekend to tell me that; to get Jade and me alone so she could reveal how awesome everything was.  And it was.  We not only told her that she was wonderful, we showed her what it was like to be a woman.  To cook together.  To talk about the things WE wanted to talk about.  To sit all huddled in front of the fire.  To show her the sisterhood that will, indeed, get you through your life intact.

When it was my turn in the circle, I reminder her of the words of Jesus, “You are the Light of the World.” 

And she is.

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To see more pictures from the weekend, click here to go to Christiana Childers Photography.

A Cowgirl, A Pizza Man, a Viking, a Secret Agent, and a Pumpkin walk into a bar…

§ November 1st, 2010 § Filed under Articles § Tagged , § 4 Comments

Okay, not a BAR (because that would be totally inappropriate)… but down the street to trick or treat!  Last night was our 5th annual Halloween together.  Izzy manned the door as our pizza delivery “man” and we cleared over 100 trick or treaters at our house (yes, she kept track..). 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I hope everyone had a great Halloween.  Now comes the fun part… stealing the candy from the kids’ stash.

Halloween Candy

§ October 29th, 2010 § Filed under Polls § Tagged § 5 Comments

It is that time of year again.  The time when we send our children out to gather thousands of pounds of candy.  So, let’s vote.  What is your favorite candy that you are hoping your kid(s) bring home?  Which ones will magically disappear out of their pumpkin bucket before they have a  chance to eat it? 

And have fun trick-o-treating … but don’t forget the hand sanitizer.

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