Thursday, April 9, 2009
Grandma Thayne died today at 2:25 in the afternoon. Tomorrow would have been her 86th birthday. Grandma T was a great friend. Because we lived outside of Utah for half of our married life, my memories of Grandma T really don't begin until we moved up here to Utah in the summer of 2003. Dane was just six months old at the time. We weren't going anywhere in life living in Colorado, so we decided then was as good as time as any to move to Utah. The hope was to be able to get better work and have Todd go to school. We came up, decided to build a house, and needed a place to stay until it was built. Grandma T graciously let us stay with her. At first I wasn't sure how it was going to all work out, with us having four little ones and all. But my concerns were soon dispelled as Grandma and I grew to be close friends. I enjoyed being around Grandma and hearing all the stories she had to tell. Because of Grandma, I was able to figure out who belonged to who in the family and learned things about her and her family that I might not otherwise have heard. I remember walking into her computer room and just sitting down to talk. I enjoyed cooking for her and I remember her commenting to me when we were getting ready to move into our new home that she had been spoiled all summer because she never had to cook. I remeber going over to the clubhouse on the first Monday of each night for their FHE dinners. It was so easy to be around Grandma. There is one thing I remember Grandma teaching me that she never knew about. I was watching Grandma fill out her tithing slip one day and she was telling me all the things she donates to. I was thinking in my mind, Grandma, you have so little, you don't need to donate to all that, the Lord will understand. And then I realized how foolish I was. Grandma had so little, and yet she gave so much. I could see how the Lord would bless her because she gave all she had. I will always remember her example. She taught me how to make toasted cheese and tomato sandwhiches. I will always remember her when I eat them and the memories of living at her condo in American Fork. As Grandma started to loose strength and had to be moved to an assisted living home, I remember wishing how I could help her out more. But having five young children at home didn't allow me to do as I'd hoped. She had so many family members and friends that helped to take care of her. I found comfort in that. I love Grandma T so much. I look forward to seeing her again when I leave this frail existence. I also look forward to meeting Grandpa T. Grandma gave me the opportunity to get to know him a little with the memories she shared. Grandma introduced me to a love that I wouldn't have learned otherwise, that is to care for the elderly. Had I not had the opportunity to live with her and help take care of her at times, I would not have discovered this. Thank you, Grandma T, for the memories and the love. You are the greatest Grandma T! I know you are happy and in a wonderful place where we shall someday meet!
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Today I went to the dentist to get a cavity filled. I actually have had this cavity for a year. I got it when I was pregnant with Seth. Everything was so different with that pregnancy and discovering a cavity was no surprise. So, after putting it off forever, I made the appointment to get it filled. Of course I was a little nervous that it would turn out to be really bad because I had waited so long. Needless to say it still was a surface cavity. I am crazy, that's all I have to say. I was fine until my mouth started to go numb. And then I had to put my head between my legs because that crazy thing called anxiety decides to make it's appearance and it makes me feel a little light headed. Luckily it never got real bad because I have been learning how to keep it under control. After a few minutes I was able to sit back and enjoy the drilling. I've never had a cavity before so I didn't know what to expect. All I have to say is having a cavity filled is a piece of cake compared to having a tooth pulled! I've had several teeth pulled by the dentist including my sole wisdom tooth. Why is it as we get older is it harder to handle all this stuff? I remember as a kid having teeth pulled was kind of exciting in a way! Maybe it's a combination of hormones and too much experience with traumatic experiences that cause us to succumb to anxiety. Argh! Not gonna miss that one when I'm resurrected.
Last week the kids had crazy hair day at school. We had fun making their hair wild! And yes, Kate's hair is sticking straight up! We used lots of hairspray to get it that way, and the blow dryer. It lasted for most of the day until she had to go out for lunch recess and the wind was blowing really hard. She got many stares from other kids. Dane wants to wear his hair like this everyday. We had fun.