{ Willow Lynne Yuzu Ryther - birth story }
2 years ago
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
tick.tick.tick.tick.boom.
DYNAMITE! so it was her 22nd birthday a few weeks ago.. so last weekend we all trucked up to her cabin to celebrate! a cute little cabin right on Brighton Ski Resort.
A whole bunch of us. and it was a GOOD time!!
what made it even more special? she will be getting her mission call soon...
so any chance I get to spend time with her is precious!
so dyna.. thank you for being such an amazing friend to me!! Even though we've known each other for less than a year you are someone that will ALWAYS in my life.
can't wait to write letters back and forth for a year and a half.
A whole bunch of us. and it was a GOOD time!!
what made it even more special? she will be getting her mission call soon...
so any chance I get to spend time with her is precious!
so dyna.. thank you for being such an amazing friend to me!! Even though we've known each other for less than a year you are someone that will ALWAYS in my life.
can't wait to write letters back and forth for a year and a half.
Thursday, January 12, 2012
hello dear.
"if you are the last one awake can you take the phone off the hook and put a pillow over it?"
there's a sentence I don't expect to hear from my mom before she goes to bed(at 7 pm)
As I walk away from the phone I just took off the hook ON PURPOSE... I hear the noise.
ya know? that distinct noise phones make when they really want to be hung up? yup that one. did you know that every time someone calls your house when your phone is off the hook it will make that sound? (hence the pillow I'm guessing).
every morning before my mom heads off to work she listens to the voice mails.
1:13 am, 3:25 am, 4:47 am and everything in between.
she calls to tell of wonderful trips she just went on with her grandparents, ask us where her kids are or where her car is. She asks where her mother is that visited earlier that day. My all time favorite, because it happens annually, is her questions about taxes.
When I answer the phone and I get a "hello dear" I know that I have a normal question about to be thrown at me and I welcome it gladly. On the other hand when I hear a "is Sheryl there?" I know that she is having a rough day.. or a rough moment.
I calm her down by saying "your kids are at Deanna's house" (who by the way is her youngest child.. I will never understand how that can make sense to her) or tell her that her mother died in 1972. She says thank you before she gently hangs up the phone and then almost immediately redials and I hear her specific ringtone blaring through the house once again. (honestly though, if my mom is home she is the only one who answers, God has given her enough patience and strength to make it through this on the daily)
My grandma. Someone who is strong, loving, and compassionate is now lost, confused, and disoriented. I miss my grandma. my REAL grandma.
It is a weird feeling to know that it just.. might be that time. Time for them to go live somewhere FAR better than here. Live with their family that has passed before them... including one of their children. Time to return to their Heavenly Father who has missed them dearly.
When that time comes I won't think of the crazy middle of the night phone calls or the "trips" she is going on. I will think of the times we made jewelry at the kitchen table, times she held my hand while my grandpa worked on my teeth(he was a dentist), and all the times she said, "hello dear" when I answered the phone.
there's a sentence I don't expect to hear from my mom before she goes to bed(at 7 pm)
As I walk away from the phone I just took off the hook ON PURPOSE... I hear the noise.
ya know? that distinct noise phones make when they really want to be hung up? yup that one. did you know that every time someone calls your house when your phone is off the hook it will make that sound? (hence the pillow I'm guessing).
every morning before my mom heads off to work she listens to the voice mails.
1:13 am, 3:25 am, 4:47 am and everything in between.
she calls to tell of wonderful trips she just went on with her grandparents, ask us where her kids are or where her car is. She asks where her mother is that visited earlier that day. My all time favorite, because it happens annually, is her questions about taxes.
When I answer the phone and I get a "hello dear" I know that I have a normal question about to be thrown at me and I welcome it gladly. On the other hand when I hear a "is Sheryl there?" I know that she is having a rough day.. or a rough moment.
I calm her down by saying "your kids are at Deanna's house" (who by the way is her youngest child.. I will never understand how that can make sense to her) or tell her that her mother died in 1972. She says thank you before she gently hangs up the phone and then almost immediately redials and I hear her specific ringtone blaring through the house once again. (honestly though, if my mom is home she is the only one who answers, God has given her enough patience and strength to make it through this on the daily)
My grandma. Someone who is strong, loving, and compassionate is now lost, confused, and disoriented. I miss my grandma. my REAL grandma.
It is a weird feeling to know that it just.. might be that time. Time for them to go live somewhere FAR better than here. Live with their family that has passed before them... including one of their children. Time to return to their Heavenly Father who has missed them dearly.
When that time comes I won't think of the crazy middle of the night phone calls or the "trips" she is going on. I will think of the times we made jewelry at the kitchen table, times she held my hand while my grandpa worked on my teeth(he was a dentist), and all the times she said, "hello dear" when I answered the phone.
wait.. how many months?
its been a LONG first week of school.
for some reason I feel so unorganized, unprepared, and frazzled.
you know that semester where each class seams like its going to kick your trash? yup.
so much on my plate and NO ROOM for any dessert.
but then... on a cold Thursday afternoon I look down at my phone.
January 12, 2011... wait I mean 2012. (still struggle with that)
double take. the 12th.
AHHHH 6 MONTHS LEFT.... can I get a woo woo?
in the past I have been counting up... based on July 7th (the day he left).
time to COUNT DOWN! basing things on July 12th (the day he comes home).
Friday, January 6, 2012
little joys.
a normal thing my entire life.
the postman dressed in light and dark blue.
his leather side bag in tow. going from home to home.
bringing junk mail, bills, holiday and birthday cards, and (more recently) AARP advertisements for my parents.
but since July 7, 2010... mail took on a whole new meaning.
the envelope with red and blue stripes on the edge.. that international envelope.
not many other things in life can bring that kind of joy.
the simplicity of a hand written letter from a far away country.
reminding you that someone is thinking of you.
the postman dressed in light and dark blue.
his leather side bag in tow. going from home to home.
bringing junk mail, bills, holiday and birthday cards, and (more recently) AARP advertisements for my parents.
but since July 7, 2010... mail took on a whole new meaning.
the envelope with red and blue stripes on the edge.. that international envelope.
not many other things in life can bring that kind of joy.
the simplicity of a hand written letter from a far away country.
reminding you that someone is thinking of you.
complacent.
the world today is... well... maybe not what it used to be?
days of "The Sound of Music" and "Casablanca".
movies about life, love, and learning.
timeless actors and actresses who did what they did because they loved it. they believed in it.
now.. as I listen to the radio while driving to work I hear advertisements enticing me to see movies about exorcisms and demons.
"The Devil Inside".
a new movie. full of satanic messages and practices.
an article online said it best when it said, "I promise to anyone who is thinking about viewing the new movie that comes out today, “The Devil Inside”, that you will check the spirit of the Lord at the door and invite evil spirits to take its place.".
I'll admit for a moment I thought the movie would be a good scare and a night out with entertainment.
after that moment my mind went right back to where it should be-on the Lord's side.
how much is a $8 movie REALLY worth it?
worth 2 hours being without the Lord by my side?
2 hours with the devil as a front runner?
every minute I give him he is starting to win.
I know that I WON'T be seeing that movie. and I am proud to say so.
days of "The Sound of Music" and "Casablanca".
movies about life, love, and learning.
timeless actors and actresses who did what they did because they loved it. they believed in it.
now.. as I listen to the radio while driving to work I hear advertisements enticing me to see movies about exorcisms and demons.
"The Devil Inside".
a new movie. full of satanic messages and practices.
an article online said it best when it said, "I promise to anyone who is thinking about viewing the new movie that comes out today, “The Devil Inside”, that you will check the spirit of the Lord at the door and invite evil spirits to take its place.".
I'll admit for a moment I thought the movie would be a good scare and a night out with entertainment.
after that moment my mind went right back to where it should be-on the Lord's side.
how much is a $8 movie REALLY worth it? worth 2 hours being without the Lord by my side?
2 hours with the devil as a front runner?
every minute I give him he is starting to win.
I know that I WON'T be seeing that movie. and I am proud to say so.
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