Here are some updates on our life...they have passed, but I still want to remember them.
1. Tyler's cast is gone! After six weeks, his arm is free! He is still wearing a wrist guard at school, but not at home. He is slowly improving mobility and flexibility. It's nice for him to have clean hands and to shower unobstructed.
2. My dad visited! In the middle of a business trip to Denver, he ventured down to Colorado Springs to spend some time with us. He stayed with the kids while Garry and I attended parent/teacher conferences, and then treated the whole family to a yummy dinner at Olive Garden. Then we rounded out his visit with several rousing rounds of Don't Eat Pete, a Granny & Gramps tradition with our kids. Fun times! Thanks for coming, Dad!
3. We got several inches of snow this week after Mother Nature teased us with spring weather. I was desperate not to lose my tulips to the cold like I did last year. I covered the three-inch sprouts with blankets several nights in a row and they look hardy and happy!
4. We painted our bedroom, four months after buying new bedding. Good-bye green! Hello, gray! Love it.
5. Spring Break came and went. We (all the kids, plus Garry and me--he had the whole week off) went to the zoo one fine day. Other highlights: a movie at the dollar theater, playing at Fox Run Park (saw some friends from BYU that we haven't seen in 12 years, which makes us O-L-D), seeing Gavin's art work (the lizard) at the school district office building, Zach dying the milk Easter colors, and lots of playing with friends and relaxing. It was mostly a good break, but I was more than ready to send everyone back to school.
6. Garry had a birthday. Yay for Daddy!
7. We carried on the tradition of eating crepes for breakfast on the Sunday morning of LDS General Conference.
8. This event is perhaps the most fitting for the post's title. Christa Johnson, a sweet friend from my high school days, passed away this week after a four-year battle with breast cancer. A few years ago, when I was sick with my last pregnancy, Christa and I reconnected through our blogs and chatted online sometimes. We joked about PICC lines and Zofran and living on the couch. I got better...but she didn't. She died at age 35, leaving behind a loving husband and four children. I am heartsick for that little family. The tragedy hits close to home. A couple of years ago I met Christa and some other friends for lunch. I'm glad for that fun memory for her, even if the picture we took is particularly unflattering of me....
So here's to memories, the good and the bad, that fill my heart today. Cheers!