19 March 2012

Weekend.

This weekend was inexplicably difficult and lovely all at once.  I’m not even sure how to write this post, so I’ll start with the weather.

It was 77 degrees on Saturday.  That is approximately 30 degrees above our normal March temps here in the O-H.  And it wasn’t just Saturday, oh no, it has been like this for a week now.  We have the heat off, Peeps.  And the windows OPEN for spectacular sleeping weather.

It’s cray.

And these kids of mine, they can’t get enough.  Short pants!  {That is what Finn calls shorts.}  Sidewalk chalk!  Bike rides!  Walks!  They are soaking up every second and taking advantage.

Two weeks from now, it will probably snow another 6 inches.  It is, after all, still winter.

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The Davester has been a grilling fool.  He isn’t just a handsome face, no… he’s got mad skills too.

He also surprised me with a completely cleaned out sparkly car. 

He pretty much rocks.

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We spent the weekend rooting for Ohio State basketball.  Playing with cousins.  Spending much needed surprise Friday afternoon time with friends.  Having donuts for breakfast.  Drinking lots of sweet tea.  Hugging and snuggling in for naps together.  And just being a family.

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And now for the part that I wish I weren’t writing.

Dave’s amazingly kind, wonderful friends lost their two year old son last week in a horrible, tragic accident.  It isn’t my story to share and so I won’t, but it has been weighing heavily on our hearts these past five days. 

Today, they are laying their sweet Ethan to rest.  Please keep this family in your thoughts, his brother and sisters and mostly his Mama and Daddy as they begin to heal from this unimaginable loss. 

Hug your children a little longer, a little tighter, and tell them how much they are loved so they feel it at their very core.

10 comments:

  1. Oh how awful. It makes you want to spend more time with your kids for sure.

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  2. That story made me feel absolutely awful. Just awful. This was one of my biggest fears when my son was little - still scares me now. Prayers to the family. I have not stopped thinking about it.

    We too have been enoying the weather - and waiting for the other shoe to drop (i.e. snow on Easter again)...

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  3. That makes my heart hurt. I can't imagine and I pray I never have to. Sending prayers to their family.

    While you all are soaking up the warm, it keeps snowing (not really sticking around), raining, and freezing here. Literally freezing - I helped my son scrape his car windows and thaw the door seams enough that the doors would open, this morning. Crazy old Mother Nature! Enjoy your early spring!

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  4. Oh my, what a dichotomy of a weekend. My heart goes out to that family. How awful. Please hug your kiddos tight, because we know not the hour.

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  5. I can't imagine what they are going through, but I understand how you are feeling.

    Just two weeks ago our close friends lost their two oldest children in a house fire and we have all been mourning their loss.

    Much love to your family and theirs. <3

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  6. That baby girl is getting big! And Finn?! He's ready to take on the world! Love it.

    I'm so sorry about your friends baby. That's heartbreaking. Lots of love.

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  7. Our weather has been the same and it is amazing.

    Praying for your friends... I truly cannot fathom what they are going through.

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  8. Oh, Michelle. I am so sorry for your friends' loss - I can't begin to fathom what they are feeling right now, but my thoughts and prayers are with them (and you, too).

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  9. Sounds like a fun filled weekend.

    So very sorry to hear about your friends' loss. I cannot even imagine what they are going through. So heartbreaking to lose a child. Makes me sad just thinking of it. thinking of them as they try and heal.

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