Thursday, November 13, 2014

Nothing Sweeter

Cullen sent me this pic the other night while I was at Sister Act with my mom.  I love this picture.  Jett looks so happy, so in love with his Daddy.  Just love these two.

Monday, November 10, 2014

Walk of Champions

 The other night before the ballgame, Cullen mentioned he had to do something before the game for work.  I was half heartedly listening and just before we left I was packing the truck when I saw this flag.  Apparently he told me and I didn't listen.  His job he had was to lead the Football Team down the Walk of Champions, escorting a donor.  
 Let me clear when I say, I have never before watched the Walk.  Never been to it.  I had no idea how it would be.  Oh my word.  It was NUTS.

The people were crazy everywhere and I didn't get to get really great pictures.  Cullen played it off as no big deal, but it was big to me for him.  

Sunday, November 2, 2014

Leila and Jett

These cousins don't get together often.  She's a Delta girl and we don't cross over I55 often.  Luckily her parents vacation frequently and we reap the reward of getting to share time with her while she stays with Cullen's parents.  She came over the other night before Jett's bedtime.  She loved Jett's trains.

Friday, October 31, 2014

Monday, October 27, 2014

These Ears

 We have spent the last month and a half in an out of the doctors' offices dealing with Jett Boy's ears again.  Three antibiotics, a round of steroids, nose spray, drops, mucinex, and zyrtec later it was decided his third set of tubes would go in this morning.  
 It's been a long month in an out of offices.  It's hard to contain a toddler in a germ infested office.  I have been over the top worried about Ebola lately and the wait in these offices has been tough.  Jett is all about playing until the white coat or the blue scrubs come in to the room.  He is OVER it.

And now my sweet babe is resting peacefully beside me.  He made it through his third surgery in 11 months.  I'm kinda over paying the surgery center.  I'm over antibiotics.  I hope my sweet love bug is over ear issues now that the winter is upon us.  Time will tell.  

A Month

It's been a month since my dad left this world.  A whole month since I heard his voice.  It's amazing the strength the Lord gives you to get through things when you think the world should just stop.  I will never write about the thousands of hours Daddy and I spent chatting about the future or our plans to change the world.  We didn't have those talks and we didn't have those plans, but we had our time, our traditions, and our normal.
It's that normal I miss.  It's the early morning talks on the phone in the mornings as I drove to Oxford I've missed this month.  I think we both found delight in seeing which one of us could call the other earlier.  This summer as his treatments got fewer and fewer he would sleep later and I would win the wake up the call contest.  Our conversations had a normal rhythm.  We talked about the time, the weather, Jett, work, his plans for the day, my plans for the week, and by the time I rolled on to campus I was letting him of the phone.  On one particular morning it was foggy and I remember how on foggy days he called me first to make sure I knew to follow the lights of the car in front of me, and be careful. A long time truck driver he always had road ready rules he was willing to share over and over again.
With Halloween coming up I remember last year it being so important for me to take Jett by so he could see him in his costume.  I'm just sad for the moments that we won't enjoy together.  Ours wasn't a daily visit, but the hard part is knowing the visits are no more, not weekly, not monthly, not ever.
Several times in the past month I've realized that I was given the greatest gift being able to be at his side when he took his final breaths, but also I've been disturbed by those moments, too.  It's an odd place to be right now, and I will be the first to say this blog won't turn in to my place vent, but I want it to be documented how we coped and how life went on through the tears and the laughter.

Sunday, October 26, 2014

Costumes in the Courtyard

 I love a party.  More than a party I love a toddler party.  I love to plan, decorate, and get the babies together.  Last year we had a few friends over on Halloween night, but it was a school night and made it tough to prepare and plan.  So this year I sent invites out and moved it from our home to the courtyard around the block.  I kept it super simple and enjoyed every detail.

It was a fun afternoon filled with friends.  I can't believe it turned out so warmly, but it was shady in the courtyard and by party's end it wasn't nearly as hot.