Friday, February 6, 2009
Yesterday was strange. I woke up with a migraine that never went away...which meant that I layed around wishing for someone to come along and decapitate me! That never happened. Thank goodness Bill didn't return to Houston this week after our trip to Utah. He was here to retrieve kids from school and run to Sonic for a wholesome dinner. I wonder sometimes if Bill thinks that all I do is lay around!? But then there are the daily chores that always seem to get done...he must figure that I pry myself off the bed or couch on occasion...anyway...I was wasted last night from resting all day, yet sleep came VERY slowly. Since we left William at the MTC, I find that life is a bit off-center. I have been praying for peace so I know that it will come. I truly need to exercise some faith. This is a much bigger process than I had anticipated. Maybe I need to get a job. That would take my mind off of things....OR, maybe I could just do the things around here that need doing...(ie. updating scrapbooks, reading the many books that line my shelves, organize a cupboard or two, start gathering the items needed to start my personal history, prepare my Relief Society lesson for Sunday!, and most of all get off the computer!) I hope that this blog serves as a way of keeping up on the happenings of our lives rather than an escape from my life! Wish me luck. I am still trying to figure things out. Slowly but surely.
Thursday, February 5, 2009
We arrived home last night about 10pm from a great few days in Utah. We did Music and The Spoken Word on Temple Square, Sacrament Mtg. at the Prophet's ward (he was out of town), visited some friends, etc. It was a great way to spend the last few days with William before he entered the MTC. I have to thank so many friends and family who wished William well and remembered to call or email or text me to say that you were thinking of us. Your thoughts did not go unnoticed or unappreciated. We are who we are in large part because of all of your support. Can I just say that leaving a child at the MTC is, by far, the hardest thing I have had to do thus far in my life!? I have said for a long time that I am sure it must be bittersweet...I had no idea what that even meant! Although I would NOT want him anywhere else, I am human. I miss him terribly already. I am certain that I my feelings will be less "raw" as time passes. I am hopeful anyway. William was ready and he said that he was only "slightly" nervous. We all hugged and cried...but we were in good company...everyone else in the huge room was doing the same. The halls of the MTC were lined with volunteers (what a great thing!) and tables had multiple boxes of tissues ready for the taking. It was quite an emotional scene. Singing "I'll Go Where You Want Me To Go" and "Called to Serve" was tough! We all survived and are anxious for the next 2 years to pass quickly and with great growth, both for William as well as for our family. I will post photos as soon as Christine gets home to help me...I am so lame, but I am willing to learn.