Blogging

 Tomorrow my youngest child will graduate from high school. So I know I'll want to blog about that.

Today I want to blog about this.

His day started with him holding my hand during my dental appointment. Because I'm an absolute baby at the dentist. I hate that about me. He took me to pick up my prescription. Because I'm crazy.

He went to work after that. Worked all day.

Laid tile in the bathroom at our new place after work.

 Got devastating news in a 10:00 PM phone call. Cried. I love that about him. Finished the tile.

Tomorrow he'll hold my hand while I face one of the most emotional days of my entire life. I'll cry. He'll understand even though he doesn't.



Big Bro

 I guess I always knew Zack was a good big brother to Ty.

 Aside from the time he broke Ty's wrist when wrestling blindfolded, that is. 

Ute Stampede baby contest winners 1996:)

 1st place "Who's on First" routine got them to the Utah State Fair where they took 3rd:)

 First visit to Yankee Stadium

But today I was scanning some old pictures for Ty's graduation video, and I realized just how PRESENT Zack has always been in Tyler's life. Here he is, a tiny little guy, coaching 1st base, while Tyler is the base runner. Zack taught his little brother everything. He let him hang out with his friends all throughout high school. They held each other up while their family fell apart last year. And they are BEST friends today.

Camping one day, Tyler was scared to walk across the creek. So Zack went to the other side and encouraged him. "Come on, Ty, you can do it.". These are their little faces after Ty did it, thanks to his big bro. I have so many pictures like this, of Zack looking out for Ty, and being the best big brother in the world. Ty graduates from high school in two weeks, then the two of them will be roomies at college. It's going to be AWESOME!!

Exit Sandman?

 http://mlb.mlb.com/video/play.jsp?content_id=21135519&topic_id=&c_id=nyy&tcid=vpp_copy_21135519&v=3

My Mom died when I was 19 years old.

I got divorced after 22 years of a temple marriage.

But this....

This breaks my heart.

Melancholy

Some of you have been reading my blog for years. So you know. You know that I got married in 1989, had three amazing, wonderful children, and got divorced 22 years later. My ex-husband was seeing a girl we had known for 15 years and I moved out of our hometown where I wouldn't have to see them or hear about them everywhere I went. When I moved to Ephraim, this amazing, kind, cute man hooked up our cable TV.  Four months later, when I moved to Moroni (with Ashli and Mackenzie, btw.. they were amazing to me!) the same cute guy hooked up our cable again. We struck up a conversation and he told me his wife had asked him for a divorce after 24 years. They'd been married in the temple, too.  Our stories were almost identical. He was my soul mate. Our first date was a motorcycle ride over the Nebo Loop. We got married two months later. I love him more than I ever imagined I could love anyone. We do everything together. Our nine kids are all grown up and we have the freedom to just enjoy each other's company. It's a beautiful life. One I never thought I'd have again after I got divorced.

But sometimes I miss this life, too. The house where I raised my kids. Christmas traditions. First day of school pictures in front of the bushes in the front yard. My dog. My ex-husband's brothers and sister. Even his parents sometimes! I wonder how eternity will look for all of us. I wouldn't trade my life with Ken for anything. But, you know.... I get melancholy sometimes. Today is one of the sometimes. Plus I'm bored. I'm not taking college classes summer semester, so this is like the first day in the past 18 months that I don't have homework to do. Gives me too much time to think.