Memories on Memorial Day

Memorial Day

It was a great day. We spent the holiday in Tooele with Ryan's family for a Loveless family

BB-Q. It was fun and we had a chance to stop by the cemetery and pay our respects to Granny Loveless, Grandpa Loveless, and Grandpa Johnson. Ryan and I were talking on the way home about the irony of how the conversation with his folks turned to reminiscing about Granny and Grandpa Loveless on such a day; it was a day of family, a day of remembering all those we have close to us and all those who have passed on but will never be forgotten.

So last week I attended Easton's preschool graduation. It reminded me of why it is so great to be a little person, not as in a dwarf, but as in a child. Jolea, little Sarah, Max, & I were sitting there in the dance studio waiting for the 12 graduates to make there entrance. In comes Easton and as he sits down he looks out into the room of parents and grandparents and in a very audible voice exclaims to the little graduate sitting beside him "Calli! I have an aunt and her name is Calli." Later he introduced all his little friends to Max and was so proud to show off his baby cousin. He definately stole the spotlight--Way to go Easton!

Running with Angels

...and I ran with one of mine

Today was a big day for me. Why? I ran a 5K. No big deal to most out there, but when you haven't run a race since high school, it is a big deal. Sure, I run. I run on a treadmill, I run with my husband, I run outside. But there is just something about running a race. Especially this one. Of course it all goes back to one of my angels...Michelle. Her friend had signed up for the race but couldn't make it, so Mickey called me. I immediately said yes, but when I hung up the phone, I thought "What have I done?" I just got back into the running thing after taking a hiatus due to the birthing of our first child. But I asked for a treadmill, I got it, and there can be no more excuses. So I started up again. And it hurt. It's like not going to the dentist for a really long time. You forget how horrible it is. But once you get used to it, you know what to expect. That's how running is for me. I love to run, but not after taking a one year break. Oh how it hurts. But this morning I proved to myself that I still have it, at least some of it...the rest of it will hopefully be joining me soon. The gardens we ran through were beautiful and it was a beautiful cause to run for. And I have to thank Michelle...I guess you know it's good for you if it hurts. Until the next race...

And Max Today...

It's hard to believe that our little guy is 4 1/2 mos. old already. He is getting quite the personality. I've learned more in the last four months than I have in my 27 years combined. I've learned that you adjust to the lack of sleep, that prune juice works wonders, that formula can be a blessing and a curse, that fat babies are happy babies. But more than anything I've learned what it means to be truely selfless. I've learned what true joy is. Indeed, little things do mean a lot.

Max visits Tooele for the first time when he is just over a month old. He sure is loved!

Catchin' up- Max's 1st month

MAX's BLOG DEBUT
(I found my camera cord)

So, I need to dispell the myth...I do not hold the record for the worlds longest pregnancy--I had our baby boy, Max, four months ago. My sweet husband finally realized that to provide balance and sanity to my new role as full time mommy, he had better reconnect me. Now if I can just figure out how to download my pics on this new laptop that would really make my day...

Life as a mommy couldn't be better. It seems like our little guy changes and grows every minute...sometimes you just wish you could freeze time...He is so big and is really fun. I have to say, he's the best decision Ryan & I ever made. I believe that TS Elliot said something to the effect of before you're married your only a quarter alive, once your married your half alive, and once you have children you know what it means to really be living. I think I get that now.