Sexy Neck agonized about his new purple shirt and tie. It was agonizing for me, anyways, watching him lay it out, try it on, switch ties…. You get the picture.
How blessed is he?
Sexy Neck walked into work and both, YUP BOTH, of the other administrators were wearing purple.
Yup, that’s how we roll around here these days.
Encouragement around every corner, even when we take a risk and wear purple.
I think the secretaries are now organizing a “Mauve Monday” clothing day.
The verdict is out on how Sexy Neck will roll with that.
In the last six months, I have endured the most devastating and richest time of my life.
I am living through metaphors and irony daily. I should have paid more attention in English Twelve so that I could figure this all out.
Irony, ironic, paradoxical.
Sitting where I am today, I know that I will never be able to ‘make sense’ of my mom’s cancer journey and death.
But I will look at the irony and beauty that has come from this beast of a year.
The irony that the hard times are when you find your deep friends, the ones that you can never repay, come be at your side, feel free to weep with on a daily basis and organize decorations from 500 kilometres away for mom’s funeral without question.
The letting go of people that just don’t get what you are going through and the deepening of friendships of those that know the profound earth shattering feeling of losing your mom.
The yanking apart of my family so that I could be at Mom’s side.
The incredible pillar of strength deep within my husband so that he could be all things for me and the boys when we needed it throughout this entire journey. Sexy Neck has a deep, deep well. What a gift he has been.
My dad, oh my dad. We were close before we went to war to help mom, but now we have an honesty and camaraderie that makes us teammates and friends.
Living in it, through it, with it, every day!
My husband, Sexy Neck, has always been a rock to me. His tower of strength and stability have always grounded me and sometimes annoyed me.
In the last five months since mom’s diagnosis and now her death, Sexy Neck has not only been a rock, but a sweet, sweet rose.
His words have been velvety rose petal smooth to my soul.
He has been sweet to my mom and has always displayed a deep connection to her that goes beyond my understanding.
Sexy Neck has stood by with class as many things unfolded in and around our family.
Today, he saw the rose from hospice sitting in our van. He said, “Why don’t we take the rose and put it on a x-country ski trail for your mom?” This is exactly what dad, our boys and I needed to hear on this first ski without mom.
We carried the rose on the side of the chariot out to Woodland Bell.
May you have many roses in your life even when you are in the desert and may you stop to smell the roses this year.
35 The wilderness and the wasteland shall be glad for them,
And the desert shall rejoice and blossom as the rose;
2 It shall blossom abundantly and rejoice,
Even with joy and singing. Isaiah 35:1 & 2
Happy advent – day number thirteen! Can you believe that there are less than two weeks until Christmas? I love this simple time of preparing.
Today, I have decided to focus on laughter, amidst the vomit (see tomorrow’s post!)
Sexy Neck has a wonderful sense of humour that produces great big belly laughs in our house.
Over the next few weeks leading to Christmas, I hope to:
– be in my body, not a mind with a body trying to follow it.
* I am going to use Sexy Neck to help me with the last one.
Here are a few ditty’s from my hubby to start us off:
“It’s official JC knows more French than me!” (JC is six and we live in a ‘bilingual’ country, French/English)
“I could see buying it if we had two more children to use it afterwards.”
“I guess you can’t yell at a child lying in bed singing about Jesus!”
Me: Today is Papa’s birthday!!!!!!!
JC: How old is Papa?
Me: How old do you think he is?
Me: Well, you are six buddy and your oldest cousin, Justy, is sixteen. What do you think now?
JC: Hmmmmm…. Seventeen!
Happy seventeenth birthday dad! You are incredibly youthful, amazing with the boys and very generous.
We love you very much.
Every Thursday in the month of October, Sexy Neck’s school has a theme day.
Yesterday was cowboy day:
Sexy Neck went as a Sheriff. It was very fitting for his job as a Vice Principal.
We all loved helping him get dressed up with the boys costume badge, red bandana and even a new pair of plastic handcuffs.
But he wouldn’t wear the moustache because he felt the students wouldn’t take him seriously.