Heidi Pie

It’s crazy when you lose someone and look back on the history of your relationship.  When was it that we actually met in person?  You read my blog forever but what was the date you finally called me at work?  Immediately you became one of my favorite volunteers – always available and always a hard worker.  But when was it that I first invited you to my home as my friend?  Glory and I knew you rather well by the time you met Cristy and some of my other friends.  When? …

Your amazing spirit left this earth late last Tuesday.  Everyone I know spent the day celebrating the holiday with people they love.  BBQ’s.  Fireworks.  The last round of firecrackers on our street stopped at 11:35pm.  I was grouchy about it.  I kept looking at the clock – listening to my scared dog – not having any idea you had snuck away during all the hype.

When the phone rang, I almost didn’t answer.  It was late.  It had been exactly 30 minutes since that last boom outside.  Why would you be calling me?  But it wasn’t you.  & in all the confusion – in all the panic, I misunderstood what she was saying.  Or I just skipped over the words and wanted to fix it – somehow help before those words were actually fact.  For sure.  Forever.  She simply said, “Heidi died tonight”.

Why?  You were good.  I hadn’t seen you since dinner before San Diego but we talked and you seemed good.  You started dating a few weeks ago and your face was happy.  I just don’t understand and it will never make sense.  & now that it’s too late, your friends long to just check in – to just go back in time and be sure that you’re healthy and making good choices.

I hope you know I was proud of you – and proud to know you.  I hope you know that your happiness meant more to us than whatever shame you ever felt.  I hope you know that every time you called for help, I felt needed and loved by you.  Being your friend, selfishly, fed my soul.  I hope you know, most of all, that you are loved.  Having you here lit up our house.  – Having you anywhere.  Your voice, your laugh.  Cristy would love to hear you say, “I wanna be like Cristy when I grow up” about 7000 more times.  I hope you know that our dinner group (minus you) will never be the same and we have all vowed to live forever in your honor.

As I’ve thought of you today, I’ve been sad.  Sad for me.  Sad for Kady & your family.  But mostly sad for you.  When I think about it being me instead, I think about kicking my way back here.  I imagine floating in to heaven and seeing so many people I’ve missed for so long.  I imagine the love, the absence of pain, the beauty, the fragrence, the music…  But then I remember that Glory is here and my heart starts racing.  How would I get back?  How would I kick through the air like a race for my life?  One of our first very serious conversations was about your daughter – your love for her.  I know you kicked as hard as you could.  I know there’s nothing you wouldn’t do to be right back here.

But someone wanted you more.  “Dear Lord Baby Jesus” (as you loved to say) faught harder for you than me, than you, than all of those who love you so much.  Rest in peace, my sweet friend.  I will find a tear any time someone calls me sunshine or any time I see I sun flower as big as your face.

I love you.

Welcome Back!

I know it’s been a while.  We took off for San Diego for a few weeks and I just didn’t have it in me to take a peek at my computer.  (posting pictures on fb totally doesn’t count – wink!)

We left quickly after Glory’s birthday and much of the trip focused around celebrating her.  I’m still having a hard time with the idea that she’s 3. – that there was life before her.  – that she’s farther and farther away from all the things that allow me to pretend that she’s still a little 6 lb peanut in my arms.

Another thing, we came back early because Glory started pre-school.  Jesus was watching out for me and somehow a single spot opened at our favorite choice of schools.  She started Monday and is doing wonderfully!  She’ll go 3 days a week –  about 6 hours a day.  On top of that, she’s almost fully potty trained.  No more diapers.  No more pull-ups.  Not at nap time or bedtime or any time.  There’s still an average of an accident every day but it’s usually our fault.  – timing, location, etc.  She’s amazing and I’m really proud of her!

& another thing… I got a job.  I know, I know – I hadn’t quite decided whether or not I was ready to go back to work but then this most fantastic opportunity arose and the stars all fell in to place.  It’s terribly flexible so my hours are only the hours that Glory goes to school.  It’s also located around the corner from her school so I can sneak over there for special activities – easy peasy!  Plus, it’s non-profit work and I just wasn’t sure I could do anything again that didn’t fill my heart.  I’ll be working with care givers (parents, foster parents, child care providers, etc) of children who suffer from trauma &/or abuse – doing education and outreach.  I’m excited and feel extra lucky to have them work so easily with me.

I promise to give you all the goods on our vacation.  Next time.  But now you know what we’ve been up to.   – Can’t wait to snoop around & see what you’ve been doing.

Before & After

I haven’t bothered you with garden photos for a bit – that’s because I thought I should let it grow for a bit and also because I’ve had some squirrel drama that I’m still too upset to get in to.  <wink>

But now, for your viewing pleasure, I give you my masterpiece.

Before we began…

Adding the 2 big beds…

Growing things on the inside…

…to plant on the outside.

A set back…

Added a future herb garden…

And a tomato garden

Then I saw a pallet next door…

That I turned in to this! (but had to wait a week before standing it upright.)

I added some bamboo sheeting to cover the chain link (& the gross view in to the neighbors yard)

And now it looks like this….

From one end to the other!

Close up of the standing pallet. 4X4

Fan-freakin-tastic!!

Never Forget

To all of those who gave their lives.

To all of those sacrificing years away from their spouses & children.

To all of those who serve in secret – sacrificing who they are to serve their country.

& to all those who serve out & proud

We remember and honor you.

“Soap & Wet”

That’s her favorite thing to say these days.  It’s been hot.  90 degrees already.  I suppose we should be used to living in the desert but I’ll never be satisfied with the length or our springs.  Not ever.

Most evenings I get the hose out, just to get everything a little greener.  And every time Glory comes and stands as close as she can.  She loves water!  Here is some proof for your viewing pleasure…

We’ve also had some fun park days.  The other night, we drove to Liberty as the sun was going down.  It’s never too late for a little spider swing!

And we had a great day at Papa’s farm yesterday.  We left with a bag of garden lettuce and radishes – perfect for tonight’s dinner.  And Glory soaked up on some one-on-one Papa time.

It’s been a good week!

Language.

There is very little more interesting to me than language.  I admire anyone that can speak 2 of them because I haven’t yet mastered 1.  I love the different emphasis placed on different words.  But mostly I love listening to someone learn a language.  Not just any someone, my someone.

She is the first human that I’ve experienced every last one of her learned words.  I swear, every day she says 5 new things and her sentences are longer & longer every day – sometimes they don’t end ever.  <grin>  I love it when she points things out in a book.  “it’s a pig”  “he bites the salad”.

She’s starting to say people’s real names, instead of the nicknames she gave them.  “yay yay” is now YeaGa.  And many times a day we hear, “YeaGa, ca’monnn!”  …as he screams for help because she’s usually jumping on his back or ripping his homework from his hands.

She’s learned her name.  Sort of.  Sadly we gave her a hard name to pronouce but as of Saturday it’s “gorly”.  She can’t quite get the “L” in the right place but she’s close.  And did I tell you she can say her “l” sound perfectly?  It’s crazy!  So her name is said, “gorly ella”.  ah, she’s perfect.

Plus, she recognizes everything.  I swear, places we’ve been once or twice are staples in to her memory.  She knows who lives in which neighborhood.  If she see’s a white Traverse, she’s says, “It’s Aunt Kristi!”  Today, she saw a leather jacket and said, “papa!”, knowing my yodad has a leather jacket that she probably hasn’t seen in months.  And if I quickly put on Cristy’s shoes to take the garbage out (because why ELSE would I put them on) she’ll say, “those mama’s shoes!” and give me this mean little look like I’m stealing them.  She’s amazing!

Anyway, it’s just another thing I’m really enjoying.  Staying home gives me the opportunity to not miss a thing and I couldn’t be more grateful.

I love this baby.