9 years old

Mr. William John turned 9 last week!

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I’m coming to the realization that I probably have the worst memory in the entire world, but thank goodness I have kept a  journal almost since I could write.  This is a good thing, because when my brain fails me and won’t recall any memories of my kids when they were younger, I can go digging back through my journals.    So I took a peek back and I found something I wrote about Will when he was just over 2 years old…

“And my Willy-baby – I just can’t get enough of him.  With his blond hair and his love of cuddling – and how he gets so excited to see his dad when Jason comes home.  How he loves to snuggle in before a nap and read stories with me, he makes these sounds of satisfaction and I could just eat him up.”

How things have changed and how things have stayed the same!   I’m happy to say that he still loves to cuddle,  is always happy to see us and still loves to read.  But he’s growing up and he loves to write (like his mama?) loves to run and loves God, his friends and his family of course.  (Although once in a while he would probably contemplate trading a sister for a dog).

You know that old saying that you don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone?   Well I think that for Jason and I it rings true in a slightly different way.  Losing a child has made us love and appreciate our remaining children that much more.  God has certainly blessed us with 4 wonderful gifts.

Happy Birthday Will!

 

 

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Making Memories…

We had such a wonderful Easter weekend and lots of wonderful memories were made.   We did a lot, so I’ll try to keep it brief…

Friday we did a day-trip to the cottage with friends.  It started by taking the kids out to breakfast (William ate 5 large pieces of french toast) getting to the cottage and then going for a long walk on the beach.  We relaxed for a bit and then went to a great park in Kincardine, took the scenic route back,  had dinner and left with great memories and very tired children. 

Sunday morning the kids woke up and hunted for easter eggs.  See – only the baby bunny comes to our house and just leaves little chocolates indoors – the real Easter egg hunt comes later.   Then we ate our cinnamon buns that we only have on special occasions (if they were a health food I’d eat them everyday) and headed to church for a great resurrection day service.  Then we were off to Grandma and Grandpa’s for the REAL easter egg hunt, where the Easter bunny leaves big coloured eggs all over the yard.   The kids look forward to it every year, and just adore it.    I guess that’s why I’m not too worried that my kids believe in the Easter bunny.  William asked me a few days before Easter, “Mom, what do you think is more important, Jesus dying on the cross or the Easter bunny and chocolates?”  And I replied that Jesus was more important and he replied emphatically, “I think that too!”


Then after eating a wonderful ham and scalloped pototo dinner, we were off to my parents.   We played outside enjoying the unexpected sunshine,  the guys flew a kite and we ate another yummy meal of ham and mashed pototoes with my two younger brother and their familes.   Thankfully we were all hungry again and the food was so good we didn’t mind eating 2 big dinners in one day,  in fact, the  kids loved it!

The boys also got to go for four-wheeler rides after dinner at my brother Dan’s and I could see their grins for miles away.  Sarah got swarmed by the 8 puppies they currently have and just loved it and I didn’t get pictures of any of it!  I apparently have camera issues when I go to my parents.  If I don’t forget to bring my camera I have it and don’t take pictures.   I don’t know why.   Next time I’ll do better.   I did catch aunt Erin reading the girls a book though, with sweet baby Katie.

 

So now we are stuffed with chocolate and memories of a wonderful Easter weekend.  If we could, I would do it all over again!