Life Moves On

We have kinda fallen into the rythym of life again.

Things are actually going pretty well for us.  Sure, there are lots of difficult moments, but we are adjusting.

It's funny how, over the past few weeks, things are starting to make sense.  I feel like I'm finally beginning to be myself again.  On the downside, I've put back on about 7 pounds, so I'm working REALLY hard on getting back on the diet/exercise routine.

I have grown up going to church every Sunday for my entire life.  I've probably missed fewer than 25 Sunday's in my life, including being sick.  This isn't to brag, it's making a point.

I have grown up singing.  Hymns, choruses, Christian songs, the whole nine yards. 

After going through all the stuff that has happened to us over the past year, the songs, the ones I've grown up singing, take on a whole new meaning.  Obviously, the hymns we sang at Mom's funeral are a No-Go right now.  Just simply playing "How Great Thou Art" nearly does me in.  We went to church with Pete's parents on Sunday because his Dad was getting some award, and I did fine through the whole service till the offertory...you guessed it, they played "How Great Thou Art."  As soon as the piano played the opening chords, Pete just handed over the handkerchief.  He knows me so well.

Seriously, though, next time you sing a hymn, or a chorus, or even listen to music, really LISTEN to the words.  Think about what you are saying.  Not to make yourself cry (though I certainly do a lot) but to fully appreciate and personalize the song.  For me at least, it has changed how I sing.

I am a little nervous about the next few weeks.  Like I said, most of the time, I am really OK.  But Mom's birthday is coming up.  Not sure how I will handle that.  We forgot her birthday one year when I was little, ALL of us, till Hailey piped up with "Happy Birthday Mommy!!" at dinner.  She just thanked Hailey while the rest of us exchanged panicked glances.  She told us later that she didn't want us to make it up, but we were to NEVER forget it again.  I PROMISE we NEVER forgot again! 

She was sick on her 50th birthday, so last year I threw her a huge birthday party for her 51st.  I'm really glad we got to do that.  I remember Pete and I got her tickets to the Amy Grant concert that was coming to town, she had always wanted to see Amy Grant in concert and she was super excited.  She and Dad had a good time.  Well, she did.  Dad just tolerated it, but he's not a huge fan of Amy Grant - nothing personal, just doesn't like the music.

So, we will see how things go.