Moving Day

Well moving day is Saturday. Mom and dad brought my fridge up this weekend along with my blinds....they are both beautiful. I've got to get things cleaned up and odds and ends done. Busy busy....I'll be posting my all done finally pictures soon. Mike got my steps in and they are beautiful. I'll try and post a picture of those tomorrow.

My Heavenly Father Loves Me..He loves all of Us!!!

Nick wrote a nice letter this week and it got me thinking that I should probably focus on more things in my life than work and the house. I thought I'd share a thought I had the other week. I hope I worded it to get my message across...sometimes I'm not that good with words. I was going to have my paper editor (Alyson) edit it but it seemed silly so here you go.

A few weeks ago mom and dad were down for the weekend to help me with the house. As they were leaving we were giving our good-bye hugs and dad started telling me how happy he was that I got this house and that I really deserved it (something to that effect) he said it with emotion and tears in his eyes (he was a little emotional that weekend I’m not really sure why). Anyhow it touched me as I was giving him a hug goodbye and truly felt that he was so excited/happy for me.

The next morning on my way to work I had the radio on and this song came on. As this song was playing I was singing along like I always do and I just started bawling. I’ll let you read the lyrics and then I’ll explain where the bawling came into play.

Artist: Jason Michael Carroll lyrics
Song: Hurry Home lyrics

He's been sitting by the phone since she left
But it's time for work and he just can't be late
So he grabs his old guitar
And he plays a couple bars on the machine
And then he softly sings

Chorus
It doesn't matter what you've done, I still love you
It doesn't matter where you've been, you can still come home
And honey if it's you, we've got a lot of making up to do
And I can't hug you on the phone, so hurry home

Well the message light was blinking when he got back
It was an old friend calling cause he just heard the news
He says Man I hope you find her
If I see her I'll remind her that her dad is worried
And want her to know

Chorus
It doesn't matter what you've done, I still love you
It doesn't matter where you've been, you can still come home
And honey if it's you, we've got a lot of making up to do
And I can't hug you on the phone, so hurry home

Well the days dragged by without a word from her
And it looked like she might not be coming back
People said man don't you think it's time to take that old message off
He said no, you never know when she might call

She was just outside a bar in New York City
Her so-called friends had left her all alone
She was scared he wouldn't want her
But she dialed up that old number and let it ring
And then she heard him sing

Chorus
It doesn't matter what you've done, I still love you
It doesn't matter where you've been, you can still come home
And honey if it's you, we've got a lot of making up to do
And I can't hug you on the phone, so hurry home

He walked in just in time to hear her say
Dad, I'm on my way

I have always had a testimony of our Father in Heaven and Jesus Christ for as long as I can remember. I have always known that they love me. Right after my divorce when I moved back home Alyson had a picture of Christ up in our room (the Gentle Healer…my personal favorite). This picture gave me a lot of strength and comfort on those days when I felt so awful. The first time I had a really strong experience and received without a doubt a testimony that my Savior knows me personally and knows the trials and feelings I am going through was after my divorce and I had moved to Portland. I went down there the first week by myself and left Alyssa home so I could find daycare and get things set up. I had never felt so alone and in total despair…it is hard to describe the place that I was in but it wasn’t good. When I would remember that picture I felt his love and that despair lessened. Each day it got better and better as I truly felt his love and empathy for me. Although I have always had a testimony it is always hard to really apply my love for dad and his love for me to my love for my Heavenly Father and his love for me. My dad on this earth is tangible..he is and has always been there for me, it is hard to feel the same with something not tangible. As I was thinking about the lyrics of this song on my way to work I had a moment when the connection came to me so clearly and I was really able to feel and apply the love I share with my earthly father to that of my Heavenly Father. I know that no matter what choice I make in this life dad will welcome me with open arms. I know that he is always cheering and praying for me and that it is the same with our Father in Heaven.

No matter how poorly I do at doing everything I am suppose to do I can always do better and that my Father in Heaven will be just like dad…crying for me when I receive my home in heaven.

Bring On the Carpet

Well after many long months...we finally made it. We are ready for the carpet. I went over last night and took some pictures of the rooms that will be getting carpet. Here they are before.

Then I was suppose to go over today and take some picture of the rooms after the carpet installation. Well I got distracted with the kids. They were so excited to see the carpet we all went over there and had some fun. They ran around with their shoes off.



Then the slid down the stairs in a train.


After the kids slid down they wanted Al and I to do it. So I "thought" she was going to do it with me and so I slid down and next things I know she lets go of my feet and down and I. I look up and she's just laughing at me. :O) or with me however you want to look at it. :O)

Braydon spent his time being a boy. I'll let the video speak for itself.

Another Weekend of Work

Well this weekend mom and dad came up again to work on the house again....aren't they awesome.

The laying of the cork flooring
In an effort to be a Boise State supporter we got orange duct tape to use with the blue quiet walk. Al wanted to have her name somewhere in my house so she duct taped her name to the quiet walk, mom altered it to make it work for Alyson, Mom, and Alyssa's initials.
The hard wood is started...isn't it so pretty...I LOVE IT!!! It is turning out just like I imagined. YEAH!!!! Now if I could figure out why I'm getting spots in my pictures. :O)
The Master Tiler at work.... isn't see doing awesome. It looks so good.
Alyssa's bathroom
My Bathroom
Check out those cuts...perfect. :O)

Fun Colors and Cute Nieces

Here are some pictures I took tonight of the house so you can see my fun colored walls. It's starting to feel like my own house. I put the cute nieces in there just for fun. :O)

My room. I painted one wall chocolate brown...it seriously felt like I was just painting melted chocolate on my wall. I had to tell Alyssa to quit licking it. JK

Alyssa's Bathroom. The other three walls are a yellow color

Most of the living areas are the green (you can see the yellow from Alyssa's bathroom on the right of this picture)
I've done pretty well at picking colors for the house but the bane of the color palette has been the den. I wanted a red but the first red looked like it was a slaughter house. OK at first it did it did look better with a few coats. The second red just wasn't working for me. So I just decided to change and go with orange. I haven't seen the finished room yet since Alyssa and Sara finished it tonight while I was playing with the nieces and nephews and making dinner. It should be fun to see it tomorrow. It was fun to let Delayna and Cailah have a little fun with the orange paint brush on the red wall.