Okay, I'll bite...

I've been tagged. In the blogger world, this means that someone has "tagged" you and would like you to anwer some questions or share some information.
This game of tag requires me to share 6 random tidbits of information about myself.

1. I am a night owl. I love to stay up late. Right now, it is 12:20 and I am watching a movie all by myself. Quiet. Peaceful. I'll have to force myself to go to bed at 1:00.

2. Steve and I love 80's music. Our collection of CD's has many "best of" albums: Pat Benetar, Platinum Blonde, Eagles etc. We are modernizing a bit and have turned kinda country! Whoda thunk??

3. I still love to play soccer in the summer. The body is much older, slower and out of shape, but I still love the mental and physical challenge involved in the game. Soccer has always been my number one favourite sport.

4. Steve will tell you I am a reality TV addict. Love Survivor, What Not to Wear, Trading Places, and, yes, even Big Brother at times.

5. We listen to music a lot in our house or while we are driving. Our kids now say to us in the car, "Can you turn it up louder please... and put it on number 3?" I play music in my classroom when I can, classical, praise and worship or those nature sounds. Love music.

6. As much as I love music, I'm not musically inclined. Played the piano for a year or two as a kids, plus the clarinet for 2 years. I like to sing, but other than that, can't do much! Wish I had kept up those piano lessons!

I'd love to hear your top six tidbits!

Happy Mother's Day

Happy Mother's Day to all of you moms! I hope you had a wonderful day.


I had a great day, beginning with breakfast and tea in bed, great homemade gifts from my fabulous kids and wonderful patio martini glasses and shakers and 2 pots for plants from my super husband and kids. We then had a great BBQ lunch after church at Steve's parents, followed by a trip to the cemetary and a long nap with Sara (so we can stay up late for Survivor!) So many blessings for which I am grateful!

Last June- Connor's birthday


And of course I couldn't help but think of two of the greatest moms I know and love dearly. I miss them both immensely.
Annette - August,2007 at the cottage

Mom with the grandkids- Jan. 2006

(unfortunately, I don't have a lot of pictures of Mom alone or with the kids on my disc. I have some earlier shots, but they are printed on hard copies- you remember, the old fashioned way...)

I am who I am today because of them both! I'm sure they are together right now, maybe even sipping some wine like we loved to do each mother's day.

I Love Surprises...

I received this card in the mail today:
Dear Aunt Lisa,
Thanks for all your motherly help and advice this past year. Know that you are loved and appreciated by us all. Happy Mother's Day.
Tom, Kurtis and Ryan

How wonderful to find that surprise in my mailbox today! Thanks, guys.
You are in my top six favourite guys of all time.

The Scarf

It was time to get rid of Annette’s clothes. Tom asked if I wanted anything before he got rid of the clothes, so I went through her closet. I often drop in and visit the closet when we go to Tom’s house. I like to look at and touch her clothes and remember. So, I was going through the clothes, taking some things for me to wear, taking some other things as mementos, and feeling OK about things. Some melancholy, (the maid-of-honour dress from my wedding). Some sweet memories, (the Mickey Mouse sweatshirt from our fabulous trip to Disneyworld).

Then I came upon the drawer. The second drawer from the top. Inside that drawer were all the head scarves that Annette wore. They stopped me in mid motion, hand left hanging in mid-air. I cursed each and every one as I moved them aside, one by one. I even said, “I hate you.” Like it was the scarves’ fault. Isn’t that a sight? A grown woman telling head scarves, “I hate you.” To me, at that moment, they symbolized her cancer. I felt pure hatred for the scarves.

But later that evening, I got to thinking about the scarves. About their purpose. About what they gave to Annette. About how the soft fabric protected her sweet head from getting cold. About how they provided her with some modesty and comfort in her home. About how she began to feel comfortable enough that she would sometimes wear them in public. The scarves actually provided comfort and security. They served their purpose well. So, in a way, I am grateful for the scarves.

Then I thought more of some “ugly” props in life. Walkers. Canes. Wheelchairs. Hospital beds. Yet they all have their place. Then the ugliest prop of all came to mind.

The cross. Roughly hewn. Crudely nailed or tied together. Shoved into the ground without a foundation, I’m sure. Ugly, like the head scarf. And yet, it has its purpose. A beautiful and grand purpose. The ugly prop, which never was beautiful, also served its purpose. And for that reason I need not hate the head scarf. Or the hospital bed. The walker or cane. Because the ugliest prop of all made all these other things not all that important. The cross made them just that… props.

Happy Birthday Kurtis!!

Kurtis is NINE today!!

Your mom and I really enjoyed being pregnant together and having our first babies 3 months apart. We loved to talk and share and compare notes about everything. We shopped and planned and compared names. I remember the day your mom and dad were blessed by your birth. Your mom was sent to the hospital because the doctors thought it was high time you arrived. (I'm not sure how many days "overdue" you were, you'll have to ask your dad). Your mom went into the hospital on the evening of the 17th. Opa, Oma and I were at your mom and dad's house eagerly waiting. I dozed all night long thinking of your mom and dad. We were all very excited to finally meet you after so many months of waiting. The first grandchild!! And you were so handsome (still are!) Your mom was worried about the scratch you received on your cheek from some of the instruments used. But after a short while, she knew that you were fine and that it even made your handsome face even more so!

We are all blessed to have you in our family and in our lives. You are loved very much by us all.
We hope you have a wonderful day celebrating your big day!!

With lots of love,
Aunt Lisa, Uncle Steve, Sara and Connor

Mike's Miracles

Cancer has long reaching, ugly tentacles. No one is spared it touching a life close to them, at some point, at some time.

God has longer reaching, beautiful arms. He wraps us in arms and brings good things from the bad.

I'd like you to meet a very special guy named Mike. Many of you are familiar with his story already. Mike is a 12 year old boy who attends our church and is a student at the school I teach at. He unfortunately has a very rare, aggressive sarcoma (Annette also had sarcoma) and right now is discontinuing treatment. Yet in his most difficult times, he has the foresight to think of others. Future patients who might be in his shoes some day. He has displayed the greatest grace in taking this ugly tentacle and turning it into something for God's glory. I know Annette was often encouraged in her own journey by hearing about Mike's tenacity. Read more about his legacy here and see a video clip of Mike on the local news here.

Mike, you are an example for us all. We are encouraged and inspired by your story.

I'm Learning...

I'm learning a great deal on my journey, and then again, sometimes I need to be reminded over and over and over again.

I've already learned but keep forgetting that while one moment is very difficult and heavy it doesn't mean I'll feel that way in an hour or tomorrow. I knew that but keep forgetting. Sometime soon, I'll master that one.

I've learned that public mourning is something that has fallen by the wayside in our society and that is not a good thing. We no longer wear black, take time off of our regular tasks/jobs, let the world know we mourn and are in pain. I wonder how I'd look in sackcloth and ashes?? I have learned why public mourning is important. When you share your hurt and pain, people respond with prayer, gestures, hugs, kind words or posts. When people respond, you feel better, you feel loved and cared for and it makes the cloak lighter to bear. It's a neat little chain reaction. Had I not shared my pain on Sunday, I would have missed out on some special moments this week. I feel loved and am loved.

I have learned and felt the power of prayer. I know many people have held me up in prayer this week. You have prayed for my comfort and peace. I know that. I can feel that.

I am learning and I have learned.