"You have nothing in this world more precious than your children. When you grow old, when your hair turns white and your body grows weary, when you are prone to sit in a rocker and meditate on the things of your life, nothing will be so important as the question of how your children have turned out. It will not be the money you have made. It will not be the cars you have owned. It will not be the large house in which you live. The searing question that will cross your mind again and again will be, How well have my children done?"

~President Gordon B. Hinckley

Monday, July 6, 2009

W.O.W.

It's amazing the difference a year makes!
The last few days I've been astounded at how the human mind works. This isn't anything new, but this particular time I'm amazed by the mind's ability to not fully understand the gravity of a situation until MUCH later.
Many of you who have followed my blog for a while now remember this post...
and this post...
from last 4th of July.
Reading back on the post, I realize it was a difficult time for us, however...I don't think it really hit me until VERY recently...like a few days ago recently.
I have spent the last few days finding myself remembering him in the hospital or having to leave him to get stitches because the Dr. said it would be hard to watch or seeing him suffer and I can't keep the tears from coming. I have a renewed and strong testimony of Heavenly Father's love for us and for how precious children are.
I have also learned quite a lesson from Keaton this past year and that is of the body's ability to bounce back and move on. On Friday, we went to the splash pad at the park to let the kids run around. At one point I saw Keat playing with some other boys, older boys, who eventually walked him over to a bench and the group sat and talked and played around. This is NO surprise because Keaton has an amazing ability to make friends ANYWHERE he goes. I was a tad worried as they started walking away so I followed from a distance. When they sat down, my mom worry went away but I stayed and listened to them talk. They talked about what they were playing and the other boys seemed to really think Keat was awesome(so do I). Eventually a lady with a VERY large dog walked by. The other boys jumped up and asked her, pleaded with her to let them pet her dog. She agreed and the group surrounded the dog, each boy scratching an ear or it's head or any other part they could reach. Keaton stayed back, but eventually got up and timidly touched the dogs nose, smiled and laughed as he did so, sat back down and VERY matter of factly told the lady, "I DON'T LIKE DOGS". :)
How much better would we be if we lived our lives in such a manner...notice he didn't tell her he didn't like dogs and THEN find the courage to pet it. He may have talked himself out of it had he reacted that way. Instead, he rode the roller coaster, got back on the horse, faced his fear and then was happy to report that maybe it didn't CHANGE his feelings, but he wasn't going to LET THEM change him.

Keaton is just amazing. I love that boy to pieces. I'm SO grateful for him and that a year later, he's okay, not only his face, but I believe he is okay too. I don't think there will ever be a FEAR of dogs, nothing that will go so far as to keep him from finding them funny and lovable. He may not jump to pet them or play with them, but he'll always love them. I'm grateful for that.
I know this post is a bit of a rambling, but I truly have been reminded that I am lucky this week. Lucky to have such wonderful little people to learn from and strengthen me. They keep me on my toes, but they keep me dancing!

Saturday, July 4, 2009

I'm PROUD to be an American

HAPPY 4th of JULY!!!
May God bless this wonderful Nation and those who fight to ensure our liberties!!
If there must be trouble let it be in my day, that my child may have peace.- Thomas Paine (1737-1809)
Liberty lies in the hearts of men and women; when it dies there, no constitution, no law, no court can save it.- Judge Learned Hand

The Star Spangled Banner

By Francis Scott Key 1814

Oh, say can you see by the dawn's early light
What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming?
Whose broad stripes and bright stars thru the perilous fight,
O'er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming?
And the rocket's red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there.
Oh, say does that star-spangled banner yet wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave?


On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep,
Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes,
What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep,
As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam,
In full glory reflected now shines in the stream:'
Tis the star-spangled banner! Oh long may it wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!


And where is that band who so vauntingly swore
That the havoc of war and the battle's confusion,
A home and a country should leave us no more!
Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution.
No refuge could save the hireling and slave
From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave:
And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!


Oh! thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand
Between their loved home and the war's desolation!
Blest with victory and peace, may the heav'n rescued land
Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation.
Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just,
And this be our motto: "In God is our trust."
And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!