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The lessons I've learned. Part 1

I had an interesting conversation with my husband last night as we finally had a moment to sit down, clear the emotional haze that was forming as a cloud around me and process the happenings of this weekend.  If you know my husband, you know that he is a quiet man, but also incredibly insightful.  He only makes promises he'll keep and therefore I know that when he comes up with something thoughtful, I know that it is meaningful and sincere.
He told me that he feels really good after this weekend.
Odd statement perhaps, was my sweet husband being insensitive, thought I? 
He went on.  He said despite the purpose of this weekend, he feels really good.  He had time to sit and think, to reflect and ponder and to really get back to what is the most important in our lives: our family. And that left him feeling rested and rejuvenated.  And I think that would make my Grandma happy.

That conversation brought me to the major thoughts that I've had over the weekend, because like D…

A special post

I don't normally post on weekends, but because today we will be saying goodbye to Grandma and celebrating her beautiful life, I felt it necessary to reflect and in doing so, I just decided to re-post some previous posts that basically say it all.  And because Lisa, Chris and my brother can't be here with us today, they will at least have something that they can look back on too.

True love
65 years of marriage

Irene Diehl Born In: Marcelin, Saskatchewan, Canada
Born: November 23rd, 1928
Passed in: Leask, Saskatchewan, Canada
Passed on: April 24th, 2012
Irene Diehl, late of Marcelin, passed away peacefully at the Wheatland Lodge in Leask, SK on April 24, 2012 at 83 years of age. Irene was born on November 23, 1928 in Marcelin, SK to Herve & Antoinette (Robin) Dagenais. Irene married the love of her life, Willie Diehl, on October 1, 1946. After working together on a farm in Eston, SK and moving to Kimberly, B.C. where Willie worked for the Cominco Mine, they returned to farm in…

The things we'll remember

Today and tomorrow I will gather with my family and remember a beautiful, loving Grandma.
This posted started as a list of things I wanted to jot down that I never wanted to leave my memory.  Words, smells, tastes; all things that will always remind me of my Grandma.  In the end, I thought it would be neat to include the cousins in on this and see what their precious memories are too.
So here you go, this is for you Grandma.
Deena will remember:
pizza buns
chocolate chip cookies in the freezer
Christmas tree set up year round
A love of painting
the smell of Mary Kay extra emollient night cream
the way she'd natter around the house, always cleaning, working, cooking...
the taste of Marcelin water and how there was always that orangey drink in the fridge.
planting potatoes in the summer in her huge garden
playing around the old shack that was near that garden and wanting so desperately to break in.
The way she'd yell at grandpa when his hearing aids were turned dow…


Tuesday morning, April 24th, I awoke at 4:30 am to the sounds of Willis blowing his nose....boogers, mom....and then Lucia consequently wailing.  Willis went straight back to bed, but alas, Lucia wouldn't.
She insisted on momma's bed.
So, barely coherent, I caved hoping that she'd fall quickly back to sleep.
Lucia had a different plan: she kicked, she gawked, she squirmed until I'm pretty sure, I fell back asleep before her.
Not before though, fully awake by this point,  I had some time to lay in bed and let my mind wander (which is usually what I do when trying to get back to sleep).

I thought about how soon Dan would be getting up to go to Regina.
I pondered my outfit for the day and how I'd sneak a shower in, when she was sleeping in my bed and if my alarm clock would wake her up.
I thought about my lesson plans for the day and how my Tuesday would look.
And then my mind wandered to Grandma.  Would she last another day?  How would my mom handle it?  I pictured …

Upon dealing with death.

I have this theory that heaven is a place we already know.
It's a place so familiar to us that when we are welcomed back with open and loving arms after we leave this earth; we don't even realized we've left.
In my version of heaven we are surrounded by the grace of God, by the people we love and the things we enjoyed in life.
It's a place where time has no value, money has no face and sadness, fear and hurt are nonexistent.

I cling to this vision of heaven as my Grandma made her peaceful transition into our loving Father's arms yesterday morning.

I picture her being reunited with her parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousin, siblings and old friends.
I can see her regaining her strength, her wit, her vitality, her zest and zeal that she once so possessed in this lifetime.
I imagine her fondly looking back at her life on earth and those she leaves behind to mourn her: a devoted husband and a loving family.  I know she will remember fondly all the tears she she…


I was really looking forward to Monday.  I had just completed a crapload of work: exams, marking, unit planning, report cards......the list goes on.  Monday was the day when I could take a deep breathe and relax.  No more work at home when I could be playing with my kids or doing my thang.
But for some reason, my day went the other way and by the time I had got home, I was a grouch and I couldn't really pin point a reason.
I really don't like getting into those types of moods because even when husband is wanting to do something to help me out, I can't figure out why I'm mad in the first place.  It's the most useless feeling ever.
So I took some time and I thought.
Maybe that's one of the benefits of being comfortable at 33.  I like 33; it's a good number.  I feel like I'm drifting away from my 20s and settling happily into the 30s.  (While still feeling safely far from 40)
At 33, I am comfortable with who I am. I know I have weaknesses and they don'…

A full weekend.

I just realized that if you say this post's title quickly it sounds like I had a rather horrible weekend.
Which I definitely didn't.
It was a weekend filled with family and celebrations and school work and birthday parties and sunshine and beer.
Lots of beer.
My lovely family got together on Friday night to celebrate my bday.  Kyla cooked up quite the meal. See her blog post here for the menu- it was scrumptious.  Saturday I celebrated life and being crazy with my girlfriends at a ladies' night in Warman. It was hilarious fun. And Sunday we celebrated sweet Kinsey's 2nd bday.
It was a seriously great weekend and because I really don't think I'll be able to top it with words- I'll show you the pictures instead.


Saturday: I had the most fun, I think, coming up with outfits for this night...something dressy, but not too flashy, something that was classic yet trendy.  Anyway, this is what I ended up with.  The other girls looked awesome also!


What 33 looks like


and 32
and 31

 and why not 30?

I may be getting older, but I'm definitely still feeling like a kid at heart.  I had some things I wanted to post about tonight, but I'm exhausted (clearly an aftershock of turning 33).  I'll wax the poetic stylings sometime next week.
Instead, why don't YOU have a fabulous, sunshine filled weekend.

Happy Birthday Deena


So today I was supposed to blog about Willis' first (successful) trip to the dentist.  Instead I've hijacked the post to let Willis and Lucia deliver their Happy Birthday's to their Mom (Capital M).

Happy Birthday Deena.  We love you.  You're the most beautiful 29 year old I know.

The one where Willis plays ball

It's no secret that I love ball.  I love to play, I love to watch, I even pay attention to stats and probably watch or at least listen to 96% of the 162 Jays' games in a season.
I'm starting to think that my passions are rubbing off on my son.  My new favourite activity to do with him is to play ball in the back yard...which is mostly me pitching and him hitting.  He's getting so good that there are more balls in our neighbour's yards than in ours. And that's with me pitching wind mill.  We definitely need to spend more time throwing and catching if he wants to work on his whole game.
It will be really interesting to see if, when he gets older, he shares the same passion that I grew up loving.
We have so much responsibility, as parents, to give our children the opportunity to live and breathe and to try out new things.  I find that I have to keep reminding myself that, oh yeah, you're not a kid anymore, you're the one in charge.  Make a game out it, ma…