I’m sad to report that this weekend the last of the Valentines cookies were eaten. It was a very sad day…a sad day indeed. Courtney’s baby shower is this weekend which means I will be making some more in the shapes of cupcakes. Do you see just how sweet that is…an incredible sugar cookie with frosting in the shape of a cupcake…it’s madness.
Good thing I bought waaaay too many Girl Scout cookies from some friends of ours girls. Josh ate an entire box of Samoas before he even got home with the cookies. If you know Josh Kelley this will make you just as angry as it did me because the dude is tall and thin and apparently does not gain weight. Which further increases my belief that I too would be thinner if only I were taller and that Girl Scout cookies are clearly from the devil.
Josh also brought home a bb gun, along with those devilish cookies. I anticipated just how crazy Huddy would go. He was super excited, but out of everyone…that girl right there enjoyed it the most…fancy headband and all.
Some families rotate chores or seats, we have to rotate who feeds Amon. This kid is in high demand I tell ya. High demand.
And why wouldn’t he be. Have you met Amon? He’s all sunshine and rainbows, and big eyes and big hair and then throw in that heart condition and goodness, you don’t have a chance.
He’s literally into everything and crazy about everyone. You can’t do anything is peace anymore with out this dude right there beside you.
He loves the vacuum. He chases it around everywhere and get’s all up in its grill. He has increased my vacuuming time by at least 50%. I have to try and move him really far away and then run back and vacuum as much as I can before he’s back. He’s crazy in love with it.
When brainstorming for a good “thank you” favor for Court’s baby shower, it hit me…wouldn’t most women dig a key fob? Done and done and all in our shower colors…oranges, corals, pinks, tans and turquoise. Loveliness.
Harper was out of school today and is again tomorrow. God bless President’s Day and parent teacher conferences. We have big plans tomorrow. Cardiologist appointment, Chickfila, Charlotte’s Web movie from the library and parent teacher conference. Big day.
And this morning in my cross fit class our fearless leader Todd handed me a bag and said his wife Christy…who is awesome…said they should buy this for me…so they did. In the bag was the most amazing door mat ever with this big anchor on it. Grief is like this big roller coaster and it just goes up and down, up and down. Lately I have felt like I was on a steady decline…crying all the time…just down in general. I seriously wanted to hug Todd and drive to their house and hug Christy and then I wanted to hug that door mat tight and crawl over into a corner of the gym and just have a good sob. No worries, I did none of that…I held it together, but may have had a good cry on the way home from class. I immediately ripped the tag off and placed it on our front porch.
The thing that seems to bother me lately is that I feel rather lonely in my grief…like I’m one of very few people who still remember her and how amazing she was. I know it’s not true, but when you don’t have many people to talk with about her and reminisce about all her memories you begin to feel she is being forgotten. I tell my kids stories all the time and I’m going to make damn sure that in our Kelley house Grammy will not be forgotten. They will remember and remember well her love and grace and kindness and laughter and boldness in Christ.
Most people who know me understand what the anchor means to me and my heart. So I was thrilled about this door mat. Something to remind people who come to our house of this amazing woman and her legacy. Just another reminder of her. Thank you so much Christy and Todd…I bet you never knew just how much I would love a door mat.
Hope your day was grand. Here’s to another week.