Thursday, March 8, 2018


Life has turned into a blur. I can't remember what days things took place since I last posted for Valentine's Day but since then...I've been to Vegas and Toledo. Maybe I went to Vegas before...I really don't remember. I've been driving to Nashville for practice....there is a tournament in Nashville this weekend that I am really dreading...there is a tournament in Nashville next weekend...the following week Matthew is supposed to practice in Tulsa on March 24 for a Tournament he was invited to play with in Toronto, Ontario in May. Mom is having on March 22 so I am still working logistics for the Tulsa weekend.

Hannah finished her hockey season last night. Her team won the Championship. A nice way to end the season.

Wednesday, February 14, 2018

It's Valentine's Day

Love is in the air, life has me thinking about love...feeling love...showing love.

Love languages...the importance of learning someone's love language to show you care about them...touch, time, acts of service, receiving gifts, and words of affirmation.

I have discovered my love language doesn't fall into these five categories. My love language is truth. If you love me, you will tell me the truth. Always. It may make you ashamed or embarrassed but if you lie to me, the situation is going to be so much worse than if you had just told me the truth.

When I am lied to, it shakes me to the core and conveys you do not care about your relationship with me at all. Telling the truth means our relationship is more important than your selfish reason for lying. It shows love...I love you enough to tell you the truth.

Life has taught me the importance of telling the truth and the destruction of lies. It has become my love language, it tells me I am valued, I am respected. Gifts are nice, kind words are nice, affirming words are nice, time together is nice, doing things for me is nice, but transparency and truth tell me you value our relationship and it is priceless.

Tuesday, February 13, 2018

Lacrosse, Anyone?

Matthew asked if he could play football for his new school. He has never shown any interest in football before so I asked him why he wanted to play. "So I can hit people" was his response. I asked if he really wanted to waste his two concussion limit on a sport that he has never really been interested in before...we kind of left it at that.

Last week, I was talking to a mom who had signed her son up for Lacrosse. The lightbulb went off "That's it!" the perfect answer to a second sport Matthew could play because it has similarities to hockey.  I sent Matthew a text asking if he wanted to play. He asked if he could "truck people" and I thought given all the past hockey drama, he meant "trust people." Our conversation looked like this:

Yeah, he's signed up to play.

Screeenshot Central

I stole a few screenshots this past weekend

Vegas, Baby!

I've been trying to get Matthew back in shape after the broken clavicle on December 1. I coughed up some money for a trainer, some lessons with The Angry Slovakian, feeding him Vitamin D and calcium...and then...he got the flu. We started over today with the Trainer and The Angry Slovakian. I am not sure how it will all work out...M has a Tournament in Vegas this weekend...and he is playing against the team that broke his clavicle at the NHL Elite Youth Cup. Can you say, "Nervous Mom.?" I am not sure he is ready, his coach thinks so...the doctors have cleared him but there is a little more healing so...can you say, "Really Nervous Mom?"

Hannah pitched in to help stretch Matthew at the end of his workout. What a nice seeester.

Monday, February 12, 2018

I wish

Wisdom. It seems to elude me. Yesterday, I listened to my pastor speak and there he was perfecting all the thoughts I have unsuccessfully tried to teach my children. All the sage advice I have tried to show my children, perfectly shown in 20/20 in one small sermon. The things about relationships I wish I had been taught when I was young. Pay attention, Kids, this is your dating life from here on...

So, you want to date my child? You need to know this is how it is going to be. Watch here:

Irrevocably Broken

Shattered glass is all around me. I can't move forward, I can't move right, I can't move left, my back is against a wall. The thing I saw as so beautiful is in pieces everywhere. Tiny little pieces that I have no idea how to make whole and beautiful. The thing I held so dear thrown at my feet and the shards cut...I keep praying God how do I put this back together? I hear nothing...except the crunching of glass as the thrower breaks the pieces into tiny splinters.