The Updates

To say a lot has happened in the past few months would be somewhat of an understatement.

There has been a mixture of good, bad, and really bad – I guess that’s life?

Let’s start with the bad and just get it over with.

I haven’t discussed this at all in this forum, but Casey’s mom is sick. Very sick. She battled lung cancer, and not two months after treatments were completed, tumors were found in her brain. There isn’t words to describe the news that we received two months ago, when they stated that typical prognosis is a year.

A year left to live.

Clearly, the doctors don’t know. It could be more, it could be less. But mortality has come crashing around our family.

Your prayers, thoughts, mojo, and good wishes are more than welcome as we walk this journey. I would do anything to take the pain out of Casey’s eyes. Out of his family’s hearts. Instead, we can only walk the journey. Treasure the moments. Create and then write out the memories. Collect the moments for the days ahead, because we’ll need them to fall back on when darkness falls.

About two weeks after finding out this news, Casey got laid off. Ever here that when it rains it pours? Totally true.

However, I was so proud of Casey. Of course he was shocked and sad, but he made finding a job his job, and within three weeks he was employed again. He even managed to find another job that only works half day on Friday! Lucky guy. And even more amazing, the place that hired him created a position FOR him *they weren’t even hiring!* because he is so valuable. Although this turned out for the best in many ways, it was a terrifying three weeks, and I’m grateful to Casey, my Mom, and our friends that were wonderfully supportive.

And the best news? Our home study is complete and all of our documents have been sent in to become licensed foster/adoptive parents. It will be another couple of months of waiting, but we have done everything we can do. We’re very excited.

Our 4 year wedding anniversary is coming up on Thursday, and we will be flying to Maine for a long weekend. I can’t wait to see everyone up there – it’s been a year since I’ve seen everyone (except Stacey, who came to NC to visit-woohoo!!). It will be some much needed time together, time away, and lots of memories to be made.

So there are the major updates for now.

What’s been going on with you?

 

 

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They Fade

I have not been good about keeping up here. For a lot of reasons, and none at all. I guess sometimes the spirit just doesn’t move you. But I just spent over a hour reading through posts, and I remember why I love blogging.

Because they fade. These memories? These moments? They fade. And without my words and pictures to bring back the moments, I can’t recall the details. I love that the words that are captured in this little spot can bring me back to moments in time. I love the pictures, and the fact that I can go back and see that a year ago today we were in our 4th stop on a cross country tour, in Wamego, Kansas.

I need to be better. I need to capture the time, my words, my thoughts, my moments.

So if anyone is still out there, be prepared. I’m ready to write again. I’m ready to record our moments here.

And I am wishing peace to you all out there, on this day where so many people lost their loved ones in one single moment twelve years ago. We honor you.

Namaste.

Flaginbeach

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The Reunion

For most of my life, we were inseparable.

I’ve been dragged to daycare that had smelly feet all around, concerts that left me wondering when did enemy by imagine dragons release, and first sleepovers (and every sleepover thereafter).

I’ve played dress up, doctor, and school (her tests are pretty hard).

She gives me funny voices that she pretends are mine, because she likes to imagine what I might say to her.

But the scariest of time –  was a time I was lost to her. I got put away during a cleaning spree and she couldn’t find me.

For days and days she looked for me, but couldn’t find me.

And clearly, I couldn’t yell for her to find me.

So I waited. And waited. It’s hard to know how much time went by – was it days? Weeks? Months?

I’m not sure, after awhile time runs into itself and it’s hard to keep track.

I couldn’t help but wonder, had she forgotten all about me? Did she just not need me anymore? Did she put me here on purpose?

One day the cover was lifted from where I was and I saw the light of day again.

Her joy was permeable, as she enveloped me in a tight hug.

Here she was again! The familiar embrace, that joyful laugh.

“SNUGGLES! I’ve been looking for you everywhere!” she exclaimed.

Oh how excited I was! To be held, and loved, and even cried on again.  I appreciated it all so much more.

Taking my rightful place on her bed again, I was content.

And that night, as she drifted to sleep using me as a familiar pillow – I realized, that we all get lost now and again – and that the reunion  almost makes the being lost worth it.

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Responding to a prompt on “Write on Being Lost Using personification”… For more adventures of Snuggles, read here…

 

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A Letter To Heaven

When I picture you, you’ve got a twinkle in your eye, sitting in your rocking chair, laughing at a joke you’ve just made – the kind of sarcastic joke that takes me a minute to figure out if you’re being serious or not.

When I picture you, you’re in the woods. Trying to tell me the difference between deer poop and bear poop, even though to me – it’s just poop poop. You’re patient, despite my non-stop pleas to go inside and play another hand of Old Maid with Grammie.

It’s not hard to picture you, even though it’s been over 20 years since you’ve been gone. Your laugh is burned into my memory, and your sly smile plays out on my own mother’s face every day. Uncle Jeff calls it a $hit-eating grin.

When I think of you, I hope that you’re proud. Of the incredible strength you instilled in your daughter, my mother. In your son, my Uncle. In your family, in me.

When I picture you, in Heaven, I stop to consider whether or not I really believe in such a place. What that place looks like. And I still don’t know, but I like to think of you joyful, somewhere in this universe, knowing that you are far from forgotten. That you are thought of every day, that your quirky sayings and bad jokes are told all the time.

That your great-grandchildren will know you, from the tales we will spin about you (the size of the fish gets bigger every time, right?).

We love you, Gromp. Happy Birthday, wherever you are!

Gromp

 

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Southern Living.

It’s funny, living in a new state. Learning new towns. Learning new sayings, ways of being, games.

Here’s a few of the things I’ve learned about living in the South.

… Chicken and waffles. Is a thing. . . that apparently you eat together.

…”I’m gonna tear your tail up” is something akin to getting a spanking. I think. Or there are a whole lot of people with tails down here….

…Be wary of two kids playing in a kiddie pool screaming “PRAISE JESUS!” If you ask them what they are playing, they might just tell you “We’re playing Baptism!” And if you’re religiously awkward, you will have no response except to nod and smile. Just sayin’…

… A “Come to Jesus Meeting” is something like telling someone how it is, or how it needs to be.

…Acceptable nicknames to call anyone, even if you’ve just met them, (and yes even if they are your therapist): baby, boo, honey, sugar

…Everything can be fried. Everything.

…There is a use for the phrase “all y’all”

…People really are more friendly down here. And gas is cheaper. And that, I really, really love.

Have a good day, y’all!

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How I Will Love You

I will love you with little notes written just for you, and hidden where only you will find them.

I will love you with surprise hugs, and buying your favorite dinner without you asking.

I will love you with clean laundry, and family breakfast on Sundays.

I will love you with silly stories and songs that I will make up to sing to you.

I will love you with surprises on your birthday.

I will love you with forts made out of blankets, movie nights, and long walks.

I will love you with a million (and one) nicknames that only you and I understand.

I will love you with conversations had only with our eyes, and inside jokes.

I will love you with my whole heart.

I will love you with intention.

I will love you so well.

Because this is how we love here, in this home. In your home.

And we love you already.

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We graduated from our foster parent/adoption class yesterday. Now we move on to the home study. One step closer to a dream coming true – for them, and for us. One step closer to building our family.

Thank you for all of your love. xo

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Jim’s Story

Please welcome Casey’s Dad, Jim to the blog for the day! This man can tell a story in person that will make you laugh until you cry. He’s going to be a wonderful Grandfather, and we are so excited he was willing to write some words down!

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I was born on a farm  in Windham, Maine.  I was the youngest of four sons.  Being brought up on a farm, you gain a good work ethic at a very early age which continues throughout your life.


It wasn’t all work on the farm; you seemed to find the time to play baseball, basketball, and of course fishing and hunting.  Again this seems to follow you throughout your life; I played basketball and baseball in junior high and high school and enjoy fishing and hunting to this day.


When I was sixteen, I finally got up the courage to ask a girl out; this was a girl I had known most of my life in school as well as in the great-uncle’s hayfield.  She said okay and five years later we were married and have been for forty-one years.   She became a registered nurse and I became a construction worker.


In the late 1970s we decided to add to the family so we had Casey and shortly after we had Katie.  This was just the beginning because they both had friends and we had a pool and a boat.   With the pool, we always had an extended family and with the boat we saw dolphins and whales, caught and released full sized sharks and of course caught plenty of fish to eat.  We tried our hands at lobster trapping and Casey learned to drive the boat to a lobster buoy in the roughest of weather so all I had to do was reach over the side to grab the buoy and start the winch.
Lobstering isn’t all it’s made out to be; one year on Casey’s birthday he took two of his best friends lobstering with us.  That day we caught 28 lobsters but, because of the size or being an egg producing female, all 28 went back in the water.  We stopped at Pizza Hut on the way home to get something to eat; it didn’t taste like lobster but, if I remember right, it was very good pizza.
Getting back to my upbringing on the farm, it was inevitable that I needed my own to keep me busy.  My wife and I bought forty acres of land and built a house, garage, and barn.  We had dairy cows, beef, pigs, and chickens; and of course, a large vegetable garden.  As our careers got busy we cut back to the garden and chickens.
As Casey and Katie headed for their teens they helped with getting the hay in and putting up the winter’s wood.  They may have complained a little at the time but, can look back as a job well done.
As I found time for enjoyment in my youth, Casey and Katie did as well.  Whether it was around the pool, fishing on the ocean, or ice fishing the lakes and ponds in the winter —we always enjoyed ourselves.  We cross country skied and learned to build a fire in the snow to cook hamburgers and hot dogs; again, no big deal but something they can teach their children.
Its obvious Casey and Katie learned how to enjoy themselves as well as have a very good work ethic.  They both have super spouses and all have quality jobs.


In closing, at nearly 63 years old, what I miss most after the kids grew up is having all the laughter of children around, so hurry up and get me some grandchildren.

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Charlene’s Story

Please welcome Casey’s Mom to the Blog for the first time!!! When we asked her if she would write about her life to share in our scrapbook, her and Casey’s Dad were so excited! Thank you so much Charlene for your words! We are excited for our future child to know you and have you as a Grandmother!

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My home was in Windham, Maine, a small rural town about 15 minutes from Westbrook. I was the fourth child born to our family and had three older brothers; they were 16 years old, 14 years old, and 7 years old. Growing up as a toddler and young child were uneventful except for the typical childhood diseases during this era (measles, chicken pox, and whopping cough). Because Windham was a small rural town everybody knew most everybody in town. Which made it nice; parents would look out for other kids and you could walk or ride a bike almost anywhere in town.

My mother was a stay at home mom which was what most mothers did during this time. Their job was to raise the children and take care of the house. My father worked for the State of Maine Highway Department maintaining the State roads year round. My elderly great-uncle also lived with us; our house was his family’s original homestead. By the time I was five years old, my two oldest brothers were married and in homes of their own.

Because we lived a modest lifestyle, as did most people, we didn’t have a lot of extras or go on trips. We had to be very careful of how the money was spent. Many things were recycled or turned into other useful things. Very rarely did people buy new things. My mother was an excellent cook and everything was homemade. We had chickens, a steer, dairy cows, and a pig that we raised for food. Most years there was venison on the table too thanks to my father’s hunting skills. Fresh eggs, milk, and homemade butter were always available. The meat was frozen for the winter supply. We also had a vegetable garden and my mother would preserve the vegetables either by canning them or freezing them. My mother and I and some of her friends with children would pack a picnic lunch and head for the woods to find the blueberry patches. We would spend all day everyday there picking berries until they were gone by so we would have pies and jam for the winter.

All of my clothing was made by my mother, a talented seamstress. We would go shopping every summer and see what the new fashions were and she would make copies of the clothes for me. She also made her own clothes, our curtains, tablecloths, and blankets. In the summer and fall she would knit or crochet my hats and mittens and socks for my father. Anything that could be made homemade was made at a fraction of the store costs. Because of this upbringing, I learned the value of a dollar and how to be thrifty. I also, through my mother’s talents and patient teaching, was able to learn a lot of her skills which I used in later life.

I started taking piano lessons when I was nine years old and continued these lessons for several years. I was also a member of the local Brownie and Girl Scout troops. When I was eleven years old we welcomed my new baby sister into the family. Shortly after, my other brother got married, so now there were just us two kids and three adults living in the house. In Junior High School I was a majorette in the small town band and I joined the Rainbow Girls Organization. During my high school years I was active in several clubs. I had always said I wanted to be a nurse ever since I was a young child, so my focus was on studying hard to get into a nurse’s training school. I also met the love of my life in high school. After graduation, I started a three year nursing program at a school about thirty minutes away. We were required to stay at the dorms but I got to go home every weekend.

About 6 weeks after I graduated from nursing school I became a wife on July 31, 1971. Again my wedding dress and veil was made by my mother as well as her own dress and most of the bridesmaid’s dresses.

 

After several years of renting, Jim and I bought a piece of land and started to build a house. We couldn’t afford to build it all even though we were building it ourselves so we chose a split-foyer design and built only the basement and lived in that, finishing rooms as we could afford it. It was a very busy life, working on the house in our spare time while I was working in a hospital and Jim was doing carpenter work and other odd jobs to save as much money as we could. We also had a milking cow and several beef animals and a pig to care for. Because of these animals it also meant we had to cut and bale hay for feed. When our son, Casey, was born I stopped working full time to stay at home and raise him. After our daughter arrived, we were getting quite crowded but still couldn’t afford to finish the house so we extended the basement out sixteen more feet. I continued to work a few hours a month as a nurse consultant at various assisted living facilities and Jim had obtained a job as a construction consultant on various commercial projects. Eventually, we formed our own construction consultant company in 1980 but his job would lead him to travel out of state and work long hours so it was up to me to keep everything running smoothly at home. I became quite self sufficient in many areas women usually don’t deal with such as removing snow and fixing broken equipment.

After nine years of living in cramped quarters, we finally saved enough to start building the rest of the house in 1983. We built it ourselves with the help of our fathers, siblings, friends, and other relatives. We are still there today. We have 40 acres of fields and woods and grow our own vegetables to preserve; giving any extras to the elderly in town. We also harvest our own firewood when time permits.

My married life has been so full of so many things that it is hard to remember all of them. I have been snowmobiling, motorcycling, camping, milked cows, hauled lobster traps, and fished for sharks, tuna, and ground fish in the ocean. I also grow about eight hundred flowers from seed in our greenhouse and plant them in my flower gardens and in pots around our swimming pool. I took up watercolor painting after the children got older.

As you can see, I have had a very full life with many wonderful experiences and memories and forty-one years of an exceptional marriage.

 

 

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‘Round Here…

Spring in North Carolina is out of control beautiful. Here’s some pictures from the last couple of weekends!

Wilmington is home of the Azalea Festival, which was this week. These gorgeous flowers are EVERYWHERE around town, in different colors. Beautiful!

 

These trees are everywhere too, with rose-like flowers. Anyone know what they’re called? They are full sized trees.

Spock is enjoying his new life in NC!

Casey met a Storm Trooper, who asked him if he was half-Wookie….

The Azalea Festival was the place for ALL THE FRIED THINGS!

And perhaps most exciting news? We bought bunk beds from our neighbors. BUNK BEDS. Because we have **SIX** adoption classes left, and sooner rather than later there will be child(ren) in this home, and our lives will never be the same.

Thanks to ALL of your for your love, support, and words. I’ve been terrible about updating and responding but truly we can feel all of your support around us and it means the world! Stay tuned!

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Live in the Moment (by Casey)

I knew that I wanted to marry Jenn within our first year of dating. I think she wanted the same thing, as we used to talk about what our wedding and marriage would be like. During these talks, she recommended to me that if I ever did propose, that I take Stacey with me to buy the engagement ring, as a consultant.

So on Thursday, March 26th, 2009, Stacey and I took advantage of the fact that Jenn worked late on Thursdays and snuck away to go ring shopping. We made plans to hit every jewelry store in and around the Maine Mall. The shopping excursion took less time than we realized, however, as it only took three rings at the first store to find the right one.


After that, we went to Target, where I skipped around the parking lot. Then I took Stacey out to dinner at the Texas Roadhouse, as a thank you for her services. She hugged me as I dropped her off at their apartment, then I visited my parents to show them the ring. It was a fun night!

I had a plan for proposing. Every May we’d go camping at a place called Megunticook in Rockport, ME. It was where we took one of our first camping trips, and where we first said “I love you” to each other. I was going to wait until we were on the wooden swing where the “I love you”s were first said, and then get down on one knee. It would be perfect!
Jenn and I always spent one day of the weekend together, and at this time it was usually Sunday. On this particular week, however, Stacey had a date on Saturday night so Jenn and I started our day Saturday evening. It was a wild night, with a trip to the gym, and dinner at Tim Horton’s. It was definitely a fun night, and I enjoyed chatting over yogurt parfaits.
All the while, I was trying to contain my excitement regarding what I had done with Stacey’s help two days before.

When we got back to my house, we started talking about spontaneity, and the fact that I tend to plan things out in advance. Jenn told me that it’s always best to live in the moment. I quickly ran to the bathroom, while she lit some candles in the kitchen, as we felt like dancing. In the bathroom, I texted Stacey, asking her what she thought about the idea of me just proposing that night. I didn’t get a response, since she was on her date, so I calmed down and went back out to the kitchen.

Jenn had the candles lit, and music playing, and we were about to start dancing when I decided to do it! I ran into the office, where I had the ring in the safe. I brought it out to the kitchen, got down on one knee, and told Jenn that I loved her, and that she taught me about living in the moment, and asked her if she would marry me.

She said yes, and we spent the night laying on the kitchen floor calling our friends and family. We spent the next day sitting on the couch with a blanket over us, writing down our wedding plans in a notebook. Proposing at Megunticook in May would have been great, but this proposing in March 28th, 2009 was perfect.

I’ll also note that we set the wedding date for May 22nd, 2010, but in July we decided to change it spontaneously to September 19th, 2009, because we couldn’t wait. The wedding day was also perfect. More perfect than the followng May 22nd.

My wish for you is that you learn to live in the moment, and realize that planning is not required to create a perfect moment.

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