Eddy Family Hopelist

A while back, my closest friend here in St George received some devastating news. She learned that her 6 month old baby boy, Mathis, had a genetic disease that would inevitably take his life by the time he was 2 years old. I will always remember my visit over to Jackie's house on that day- she sat and she cried and she mourned over the life she would not get to have with her boy. I had no idea how to comfort her, but our Father in Heaven did. He sent her a strong prompting to create a "Hope List". A list of all the things that a person should experience in their life- a list for Mathis. In what would turn out to be the final 3 months of his life, they created beautiful memories together because Jackie and Dujuan gave him the best life he could have ever wished to experience. They encouraged others to make a hopelist and to learn from Mathis, to have a plan for our hopes and our dreams, to write them down, to accomplish them. After some time and thought, this is our family's hopelist that was inspired by Mathis- our dreams in print.

Happy Birthday Tanner!

Happy Birthday to my little boy! Tanner, you came around and my whole world lit up. From the first moment that you were born, you have been nothing but a smile on our faces. I didn't realize how much I needed you until you were here, and I am so thankful that Heavenly Father sent you to us a year ago!

You are so funny. Right now you get so excited about things- you purse your lips into a giant "o" shape and you just oooooooooo your little heart out. Sometimes, if something is exceptionally exciting, you throw your arms out to the side and shake your hands back and forth. That's what you do when Mom or Dad come home. We love it :)

You've just recently started laughing when other people laugh, because you understand that when other people laugh, that means something is funny so you should laugh too. You throw your head back and just giggle your face off. It makes everyone else laugh even harder.

It has been about a month since you started walking, but a couple of days ago you jumped. Just jumped in the kitchen. Like a crazy.

You are more independent than either of your siblings. You're happy to just sit and play by yourself sometimes, especially if you are trying to figure something out!

I remember sitting there, the day you were born, wondering what your personality would be like. I had never met a baby in my life that was as content and happy to just "be" like you were. I wondered how that would change as you got older. So far, you are still that boy. You still love every single aspect of life and you make everyone around you enjoy it more because you are there. 

I love you so much, Tanner! Happy Birthday!

Real Life

This is going to be one of those posts where I talk an awful lot, but I wanted it to be out there because in reality, this is the closest thing to a journal that I keep.

I've been a little sad lately. Sad, because I venture outside of my little bubble and find so many things in the world that cannot be classified as anything but that- sad. And I am not even talking about the horrific things you hear in the news, I'm just talking about things like today when the 12 year old neighbor girl came knocking at my door in a panic because she can't find her 6 year old sister. And she hadn't seen her for hours. The whole thing made me sick to my stomach, the little girl came home at dark so it ended alright, except when you consider that the mother hadn't been home at all since before her kids got off the bus and it gets dark here around 8....Or when you think that poor 12 year old is responsible for taking care of her younger brother and sister and that she has to carry that burden when she herself is just a child. It wasn't long after this incident that I found out that one of the kids that I see in and out of my house all week long, her mother was arrested last month because she was cooking meth in a shed out back. How do people do this? How do people's lives fall apart to the point where even the love for your child isn't enough to keep you around? I don't understand....it makes me sad. Really, genuinely, deep down inside of me sad.

I just want to scoop up this little girl the next time she comes over- I want her to know that parents love their children- I want her to know that home can be a happy place and I want her to know that if her house is a place that her poor 8 year old heart isn't happy in, she can find it here.  It was in the midst of this deep sadness that I have for the things going on so close to home that I felt a bit of peace because I am able to say  that while they are close to home, they are not at home.

I am so thankful to my husband, who works so much and is gone at school and work so often, so that I can stay at home with my babies. So that I am not in the position of ever leaving them at home, or even in the hands of someone else- because they need to feel that I love them. I am thankful for being raised in a family that taught me how important that is. I am thankful for being loved, so that I am able to know how to love.

My life is full and my children are safe, and clean, and fed, and loved. I don't know that they will understand how blessed they are because of those simple things for a very long time- and I hope it stays that way. I hope to be able to shield them from the pain that is out there for as long as I can, and I hope that when they do have to come into contact with it, they will always know they can come home and I will shield them from the cares of the world again and again.

Most of all, I am thankful that I myself know what a beautiful life I have been given. There is joy in every corner of it. My house may be messy, and my kids' faces very well might still have lunch on them at 3 in the afternoon, but we have the love that shields us from the pain around us- and that will always be my biggest blessing.

The Chronicles of the Neighbor Weirdness

We have new neighbors. They are snowbirds, meaning they only live down south here in St George for about 4 months of the year. And, let me tell ya, that is a GOOD thing, because THEY, my friends, are WEIRDOS.

I think they have lived here for maybe 2 weeks, and here are a couple of nosy neighbor pictures I have taken through the window on our front door that faces their house. Please, observe the oddity that lives next door:

Now, you may be saying, "Hey, give the old man a chance." Well friends, that is a chainsaw he is holding and we have landscapers. So, what do you think his plans are with that chainsaw? By all means, tell me your ideas, because I got nothin.

And then today Howie starts barking like he is going crazy, and I look outside and lo and behold, there is a cowboy just laying in the driveway. Just a random cowboy LAYING in the driveway.

I feel like now is the perfect time to say, "Curiouser, and curiouser"

But don't you worry your little hearts, I'll keep you updated on The Chronicles of the Neighbor Weirdness. This, at least, if nothing else would do the trick, will surely keep me blogging.

Bummer!

In our house, if somebody yells "Bummer!" it's not what you'd usually think. Nobody is upset and something didn't usually just go wrong. It's actually more of a war cry...it's what we yell when we are gonna rub our bums on somebody. It's hilarious and I love it. And if you hear it, you better get running, or else you gonna get bummered. Boo-ya.

One Lucky Girl

It feels like forever since I have written anything, but I just needed to take a quick minute to say how incredibly blessed I am. I have a 5 year old and a 2 year old who play nicely every single morning so that Mommy can sleep a little longer. And then I am able to wake up to the soft sounds of my brand new baby, and they are happy sounds, because he is just content to wake up on his own and kick his feet and just be happy. I get to spend time with him, talking to him and loving on him before I get up and spend the day with the 4 people who make me more happy than anything else in the world.
It has just been one of those weeks where every time I turn around I am reminded of how happy I am. What can I say, I'm one lucky girl.