Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Bear Lake





This post is extremely late in coming, but at least I'm finally posting it! We spent several days up at Bear Lake with Jeff's family. Despite the cold and wet weather, we had a great time! We played games, got a little silly, and ate too much food! We also went to the Minnetonka caves. They were amazing! I'm not sure why we don't have more pictures????
Hot Fun in the Summertime!
We've had quite a Texas heat wave the last few weeks. The only way to stay cool is to stay inside or go to the pool. We have some great pools around here, but due to some carelessness on my part, (too busy talking to notice how red I was getting), I failed to re-apply my own sunscreen often enough and ended up with such a bad burn that I couldn't go swimming for over a week. So, to ease the boys' cabin fever, we purchased a slip and slide for $8.99 at Target. They LOVE it.

Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Nine Years Down
1. He is an eternal optimist.
2. He is an amazing father.
3. He is the hardest worker I know.
4. He never takes life too seriously.
5. He loves to laugh.
6. He can handle my mood swings.
7. He can handle our children's mood swings.
8. He spoils me.
9. He has made me a happier person.
Sunday, June 7, 2009
When Momma Ain't Happy...
My poor family! Today has just been one of those days. I woke up grouchy, and everyone knew it. Everything about a home changes when Mom's in a bad mood. It's kind of unfair, really, for the Mom to have so much riding on her mood, but it is what it is!
It may surprise some people to know that over the last few years, I have become a very optimistic person. Most days, I wake up and couldn't be more excited about life! I am FULL of gratitude and couldn't be happier.
This is a stark contrast to my life four years ago. I was deeply depressed and usually had no desire to get out of bed in the morning. I hated myself, felt burdened by my responsibilities, and felt like a failure pretty much every single day. It was bad; really bad most of the time. I hid it pretty well from everyone, everyone except my parents, Jeff and our kids. At a time in my life when I should have been full of excitement about my growing family and our life together, I mostly felt sadness, fear, loneliness, and even indifference. One day I came across an article in the Ensign that was just what I needed to hear. It talked about depression, it talked about the fact that depression is an illness and no matter what you are doing right, (ie: reading your scriptures, praying, desiring to get better) you will not be able to do it without help. Not just the Lord's direct help but also help from therapy or medicine or whatever. For anyone interested, you can find the article I read at www.lds.org, October 2005 Ensign, "Myths About Mental Illness" by Elder Alexander B. Morrison.
So, after several years of being on some type of anti-depressant, as well as some insightful sessions with a therapist at LDS family services, I am at a place where I don't dread the morning anymore, where I never feel helpless, worthless, and alone, (sometimes I may feel one of these, but never all of them at the same time).
As painful as it is to even remember what I felt like then, I am grateful for being able to remember, because now, even on my worst days, when my hormones are out-of-whack, or I haven't gotten enough sleep, or I'm just plain grouchy because I'm on a diet that seems to be never-ending and all I really want to do is eat cake, I know it's nothing compared to what I've already been through!
It may surprise some people to know that over the last few years, I have become a very optimistic person. Most days, I wake up and couldn't be more excited about life! I am FULL of gratitude and couldn't be happier.
This is a stark contrast to my life four years ago. I was deeply depressed and usually had no desire to get out of bed in the morning. I hated myself, felt burdened by my responsibilities, and felt like a failure pretty much every single day. It was bad; really bad most of the time. I hid it pretty well from everyone, everyone except my parents, Jeff and our kids. At a time in my life when I should have been full of excitement about my growing family and our life together, I mostly felt sadness, fear, loneliness, and even indifference. One day I came across an article in the Ensign that was just what I needed to hear. It talked about depression, it talked about the fact that depression is an illness and no matter what you are doing right, (ie: reading your scriptures, praying, desiring to get better) you will not be able to do it without help. Not just the Lord's direct help but also help from therapy or medicine or whatever. For anyone interested, you can find the article I read at www.lds.org, October 2005 Ensign, "Myths About Mental Illness" by Elder Alexander B. Morrison.
So, after several years of being on some type of anti-depressant, as well as some insightful sessions with a therapist at LDS family services, I am at a place where I don't dread the morning anymore, where I never feel helpless, worthless, and alone, (sometimes I may feel one of these, but never all of them at the same time).
As painful as it is to even remember what I felt like then, I am grateful for being able to remember, because now, even on my worst days, when my hormones are out-of-whack, or I haven't gotten enough sleep, or I'm just plain grouchy because I'm on a diet that seems to be never-ending and all I really want to do is eat cake, I know it's nothing compared to what I've already been through!
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