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| Our family now. The flowers are on top of Mom's casket at the cemetery. |
If my mom was here, I would have called her this week to tell her about reading the story 100 Dresses in YW and the conversation we had about being nice to people. The book is about a poor girl who always wears the same dress everyday but tells everyone she has 100 dresses in her closet. The girls in her school class like to tease her and make fun of her for saying this because they know she's not telling the truth. As the story goes, the girl doesn't come to school and the kids gradually realize she's missing. The class holds a drawing contest and on the day of the judging, the classroom walls are lined with drawings of 100 dresses-- all made by the poor girl. The class also receives a note from her dad that they're moving to the city where they will fit in better and won't be made fun of so much. It's a cute book and we talked to the girls about being kind, including others, and noting the kids who need friends.
Wednesday I would have called her to tell her about the temple marital status change of the boyfriend.
Thursday, she would have been here to have gone Homecoming dress shopping with Tara and I wouldn't have gone or maybe I the three of us would have gone. We went up to Ogden and she tried on lots of dresses and we decided her legs are 1 in too long-- every dress needed to come down about an inch. We ended up going to David's Bridal just down the street from the house and found a gorgeous salmon dress that reminded us of Meg in "Hercules". It was the same price as her favorite at the mall, but tons more glamorous. When we went to pay for it, it rang up $30 cheaper than the already marked down tag! Score! She's so happy with it and one of her YW leaders volunteered to make sleeves for it for free! It's a great dress for Homecoming as a senior!
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| she couldn't really breathe in this one |
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| the first dress she liked |
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| the dress I made her try on because we thought it looked funny-- and we laughed, really hard. |
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| hiding in all the dresses at Bliss in the Northgate Mall |
Friday, I would have called Mom on my way home from school to complain about my school and my boss and the ridiculousness that is my job. We were locked down for real for about 30 minutes when a custodian found bags and bags full of animal guts and body parts on school property. I had to spend my planning time in a team meeting where we heard about a flasher that parks at the church across the street and shows himself to girls as they walk past. We heard about kids "going at it" in the grass behind the gym or in the back of the church parking lot. In our after school meeting we talked about how stressful our job is since the rules keep changing on us and none of the admins in the office has the same idea about how to get stuff done, which the kids are figuring out, and thus discipline is going out the window.
I would have also talked to her about Dad being on the list of "single adults" in their ward and how awful that seems. I'm a single adult which means that I'm in the same category as my dad. There's something very disturbing about that fact. I don't like it.
Yesterday, I would have called her about the party we went to where we watched the awful performance of BYU in the football game. I would have talked to her before we went about ideas for a salad to take and would have gotten recipes from her. It was my first party as a couple with other families with kids the same ages at B and H and I was a little nervous. I would have asked her for advice about going. I'm realizing that I don't really fit in because, while I'm the same age or older than the wives, I don't have kids, I haven't been married and I don't relate to discussions on the horrors of potty training or deciding to have more kids or school lunches. As the girlfriend, all I wanted to do was sit by my guy and watch the game while they hung out in the kitchen monitoring kids and talking. I would have asked her it it'll ever get easier to hang out with other couples and talk about kids. I would have asked if she thinks I can cut it as a step-mom to two kids. I would have asked her if she thinks it's ok that I still want to work for a couple of years after we get married and would have told her that M is coming around to the idea.
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I'm thinking about writing a book called Letters to My Mother and include in it the one sided conversations I keep having with her during my days. I think I'll recruit my siblings and get them to write for it, too. Just an idea.
6 comments:
Love the book idea.
I know you have tons of family and friends, but I'll always be up for conversations with you, if you just need to talk. With all the craziness that is our job and everything else you are going through, you are an amazing example to me of faith and strength. Love ya, friend!
I would tell her how ready I am to be done with school and how it's getting harder and harder to go.
I would tell her the Marlins are having a job fair in November and I'm planning on being the first one there.
I would ask her advice on when to move and how to do it effectively.
I would ask for a new frosting recipe bc mine still never works.
I would ask her how to deal better because tomorrow will be a month and it's still so hard.
The book idea s fabulous! It could be a healing thing too. You are such a wonderful daughter and an amazing big sister. You are in our prayers. Much love to you and your sweet family! =)
Write the book, you have much talent and your writing vocalizes thoughts and feelings of many. Love to all and remember one step/day at a time.
I would tell her how hard it is without your best friend there for comfort, and how others just don't know what to say.
I would ask her how to "wing it" while making dinner.
I'd tell her about ridiculous customers at work.
I'd let her know how hard it is to manage school, a job, and helping out around the house, how I feel responsible for my two younger siblings, and still want a social life.
I've been thinking of you my dear friend! I will continue to keep you and your family in my prayers. Love you. xoxo
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