Skip to main content

Monday Update: 02/11/08

Another week has come and gone and we’re really on the countdown for the upcoming China trip. It’s really starting to hit me lately – the reality of it all…and how soon it is going to be here. I find myself feeling somewhat selfish and stingy of our time, wanting to make sure that we have at least one more Sunday at home alone together. Our schedules are just filling up and it’s hard to find time to just be.

Saturday we got our taxes done and then worked all afternoon in the garage. Work in the garage = FUN for Emily. It’s not that I don’t like being out there…but I don’t like being out there getting dirty. Dirty = CRABBY Emily. Well, garage dirty anyway…yard dirty, house dirty…they don’t bother me as much as garage dirty. I’m just not cut out for that. But, never the less, I stepped up to the plate and spent several hours out there with Matt going through his junk…er valuable, and totally ‘going-to-use-that-for-something-someday’ stuff. We filled up the garbage can, and by filled up, I mean OVERFLOWING with lots of stuff that Matt finally realized he may not have a use for after all. Aside from cleaning up for the move, our primary objective was to locate all the Trans Am parts as we had an interested buyer coming up to check out the car. This guy flew up from Tampa Bay Florida to check it out…and Sunday morning we struck a deal! He’s going to come back in two weeks to sign the papers and give us a cashier’s check, but he gave us a deposit to hold the car and he seems pretty legitimate…obviously to come all that way, he had to be serious! We’re excited to have the extra money for the trip and new house expenses…but at the same time, we can’t help but feel a little sad. We know…we KNOW it’s just a car, and our hope is that someday Matt can have a new project car to tinker with…but we have so many memories with that car; from our wedding day, to trips down to Eddyville to race it, cruise night up at Porky’s drive in, summer afternoons spent driving around the lake, and of course, driving it up on the big Cruise to the Woods. Matt has put a lot of blood, sweat, and tears into that car…literally. He has done a great job of maintaining its original features, and enhancing them along the way. He should be proud that he was able to have a car for over 10 years – and it looks better than it did when he bought it – thanks to his hard work, and of course the work that Jay and Larry put into the paint. It will be hard to say goodbye, but we are both so grateful for the opportunity selling the car is giving us – and we feel confident that our future is bright.

This afternoon is our home inspection, the final step in the deal to buy our house. Please pray that things go smoothly and nothing major pops up on the inspection. I can’t imagine that it would, but will feel relieved when it is behind us!

They are also installing carpet and countertops up at the new house today! I will be checking it out after work tonight, while they are inspecting our house – can’t wait to see it! All the final details are slowly coming together at the new house and I’m starting to get excited thinking about actually living there NEXT MONTH! However, as soon as I start thinking about that…I start thinking about the fact that Matt won’t be living there with me yet. It will be weird. I will miss him so much. I just pray that the time goes quickly and that Matt has amazing results from the treatments. I know it will be worth the sacrifices, it’s just getting hard thinking about it these days. There is so little time left. Please keep us in your thoughts.

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Carrie Anne - The Beginning of the Story

So, I’ve been trying to sort out how to start this story. It’s been difficult to articulate. Difficult to pick which details to share, and which to hold close. But it’s a story too good, too beautiful, not to share – so here goes! When Matt and I first became parents, we thought our family was complete. We envisioned raising Ethan surrounded by loving friends and family – just the two of us. Given all that we had gone through to finally become parents, we felt content with just the one child. The most adorable boy in the whole wide world. Our Ethan was the apple of our eyes – the most amazing gift. We marveled at all of his accomplishments, soaked up all his love and personality, and celebrated the joy of parenthood at every exhausting, wonderful turn. Along the way, we’ve built a strong and loving relationship with Ethan’s birthmother. We visit yearly, and stay in close contact with pictures, emails, and texts. I have attempted to describe my feelings for her many times over the co…

Carrie - The Wait and the Big Arrival!

We arrived in Florida midday Saturday and made our way to the hospital where we met up with Ethan’s birthmother and her mother. We spent a long afternoon in the waiting room while the doctors and nurses put L through a myriad of tests. Finally, they verified the need to induce labor and proceeded to admit her to the hospital with plans to start the induction process Sunday. Exhausted, we left to check in at the hotel and ate what we thought may be our last supper before the baby came…but…. Sunday we arrived at the hospital mid-morning to see how things were progressing. The nurses gave L a medication to help start the dilation process around 12:30 PM…and told us it would likely take 12 hours for things to progress. We stepped out to enjoy the Florida sunshine for lunch for a bit, then settled in for the long haul at the hospital. We spent all afternoon, evening, and night together – holding watch over L as she slept. As we sat there, listening to the baby’s heart beating on the monit…

I may as well tell you...

I had a miscarriage. I’ve debated for weeks whether or not to acknowledge it publicly. It’s such a personal thing…and this is such a public medium. But a few months have gone by and I’m no closer to feeling ok about it and truly nothing else on my mind really compares, so here I am, letting the world in on my secret. Over the past few weeks I’ve found very little comfort in the fact that only a small handful of people know about the miscarriage. It became nearly unbearable this week, during all our wonderful family Christmas celebrations. Being surrounded by so many people who love me and support me and have no idea how my heart has been broken – it’s a lonely place to be. Not that I would want them all to bombard me with pity or questions or sad looks in their eyes – I realize I can’t have it both ways. But a little acknowledgement goes a long way and I simply can’t ignore or deny the fact that something major happened in my life and impacted me, impacts me still.
It was a warm, sunn…