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Tuesday, August 20, 2013

Growing up

This fuzzy looking picture commemorates Dante's first step toward being a man, and my first step toward a total breakdown.  He left on Saturday for a week-long mini-mission.  He is (right now) living as a full time missionary with a missionary companion, in the missionary apartment, doing missionary stuff.  I have no earthly idea where he is right now, except to know that he's been assigned to the Rhode Island mission so he's somewhere between the state of RI and Connecticut.  This little piece of info is (I think) why I had a total emotional meltdown at church on Sunday, which stretched into the rest of my day.  It's the first time I haven't know exactly where my son is, and I don't like that feeling at all.  However, one of his Young Men's leaders emailed me with the phone number for the Boston Mission home (where he went the first night to receive his assignment) and just having that information was enough for me to get it together.  I haven't called, but I know I can if I want to and that seems to be all I really needed.

In the mean time, Alex and I have been trying to keep ourselves busy.  He misses Dante a lot too.  So we've been watching a lot of Spongebob and Scooby-Doo, because Alex knows that's my favorite and he's actively trying to make me feel better.  Alex is the kindest little boy ever and he tries to take good care of me :)  We've been going to the track this past week as well.  I don't know if I've ever said this before but I used to be a track star in my little town back in California.  I was pretty good too.  And I really miss it.  I was told by the chiropractor and the physical therapist that I shouldn't be running, so I stopped trying for a while but a few of my friends from high school are still running and I just missed it like crazy.  I decided to try again; I suck at it.  I'm struggling with my asthma right now but I know I can push through it because I have before, many times.  And I can say that since I've started running again, I've found a part of myself that I lost a long time ago.  The track smells different; it smells really good.  I feel confident out there.  I walk taller out there.  I know who I am and what I'm ultimately capable of out there.  And my speed is coming back, although my endurance is a long way off.  I'm fast again after only a few sessions on the track.  I'm looking forward to seeing what I can do after a few more weeks, and I'm going to look into whether there is a track club for adults.  This might be a thing folks.

And finally, I finished Maycie's hat and got a few photos of Sarai in hers.  It looks AMAZING on her, naturally :)  And Knit Picks published the Gradual Scarf this month.  It was on the cover!!  It's not my pattern, but I knit the sample so I'm probably the second most excited person in the world about that (second only to the actual designer, lol).  Here's a few lousy photos below:

1 comment:

  1. I can so relate to your comments about track! That's how I feel when I get in the pool. It's the one thing I know I do really well. Take care of yourself, though! I don't want you to get injured.