tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57736138500681319502024-03-20T08:17:20.646+09:00Daytons Day-to-DayWe are a work in progress. Winging it all. Figuring it out through trial and error.Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15846300682476240830noreply@blogger.comBlogger210125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5773613850068131950.post-71667897307096891702020-05-08T00:39:00.001+09:002020-05-08T00:39:28.252+09:00Let Them Learn<div><br></div><img id="id_9ff9_d8b7_f428_e3bc" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/TZ-sBJmBIpR61mEzgE6aEublNLVICon41r6dVdVkKNvPYFmicYprAaBS2moJf7E" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 392px; height: auto;"><br><br>9 weeks ago, when our “safe at home” measures were put into place, we made it the kids’ job to work together to clean up the kitchen after dinner. Literally, I walk my plate to the sink and leave. So. Stinking. Hard at first because I just knew they were going to do it all wrong. And if I just stood there and told them what to do then it would all be good. But that would defeat the purpose of allowing them to be problem solvers and figure things out. And they did figure it out. Eventually they knew where to find storage containers and dish soap and the things they hand-washed actually looked clean, and they got much better at eyeballing which storage dish they’d need for leftovers. And they didn’t complain about having to take on the responsibility. And it’s been 𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡𝑙𝑦 glorious. But the one thing they haven’t mastered is the dishwasher. It is taking all of my willpower to not rearrange this right now. It’s completely wrong. Nothing is arranged efficiently and if I took care of it, I could fit 5 more things in there. But then, what would be the point of having them do it? I know that as much as this is a lesson for them, it’s a lesson for me too. Let. Them. Learn. The way I think something <i>must</i> be done isn’t the same as someone else. They’ll figure it out eventually and they won’t remember how their mom used to nag them about it. They’ll remember that I nagged them about other things, to be sure. But the more I can let go and let them figure it out, the better. They’ll gain valuable tools for their problem-solving tool belt, so that when they’re big kids with big problems, and adults with adult problems, they’ll be equipped to figure it out, rather than crumble and give up. Is that dishwasher the epitome of misused space? Yes. But will those dishes still get clean? Yes. And will I have had to do it? Nope. When they need to learn <i>from me, </i>I will be right beside them. Like this week, the twins learned to multiply fractions with my hands-on help. I’d never leave them to fend for themselves <i>when it really matters</i>. <div><br></div><div>The trick to all of it is identifying <i>when it really matters</i>. </div><div><br></div><div>Does anyone know how to do that, definitively?</div>Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15846300682476240830noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5773613850068131950.post-82276084089652310482020-03-31T00:38:00.001+09:002020-03-31T00:44:05.896+09:00Be a lightOK...gotta be honest...Hear my heart...I’m seeing a lot of social media posts to the effect of “I went to the store and I can’t believe how many people were there! The roads were busy! Stay home!”...Ummm...you’re there too. And those people are thinking the exact same thing...about you...<div><br></div><div>What if: That lady just got off her shift at the hospital and had to pick up a few things. And that man is doing his once-weekly trip out for groceries. And that young mom just needs one friggin hour of time to herself so she can still love her children when this is all over. And that guy lives by himself and is so depressed from sitting alone in his apartment, that he just needed to be around people for 10 minutes. And that woman’s abusive husband is now working from home and her only escape is the grocery run. And that dad doesn’t own a second fridge, so he has to run to the store several times a week for milk for his toddler. </div><div><br></div><div>Traffic and people in stores doesn’t mean people are ignoring the guidelines. Those doctors and nurses and EMTs and firemen and postal/delivery people and grocery store workers and InstaCart delivery people and restaurant workers/delivery people and mission-essential active duty military members and all the other people who are not able to work from home still have to get to work. </div><div><br></div><div>Bottom line: Lets all show some grace and assume everyone is doing their best. True, they might be idiots who aren’t doing their best! BUT I’ve found that it sure makes life a whole lot easier and a whole lot more joyful if we approach it from the standpoint of “everyone is a work in progress, doing the best they can under these circumstances.” </div><div><br></div><div>Be a light. </div>Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15846300682476240830noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5773613850068131950.post-8898072805300921772019-01-31T13:40:00.004+09:002019-01-31T13:40:51.576+09:00I might be doing something important in your life...It feels like it's time to tell you a story. A story still in-the-making.<br />
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Has God ever made a promise to you?<br />
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In November, 2015, we were living in Arlington, Virginia. Alan was stationed at the Pentagon. We were expecting any day to hear news of a new assignment the following summer. There was a short list of places we might move to, and we had submitted our "preferences" several months prior. (Which is such a haze, by the way, because I don't even think anyone reads those. Or they save them for when they need a good laugh.) A couple of the options were in the Washington, D.C., area, and we were hoping for one of those so that we wouldn't have to move because the new assignment would only be for one year. We discussed the possibility of living apart for that one year, but ultimately decided that wasn't what we wanted. I had decided that if we had to move somewhere new for just a year, then we needed a house with an extra bedroom because I would just keep everything boxes and store them in there. I wouldn't even hang pictures on the walls. <i>Why bother?</i> One year, in and out. Why even bother doing all the things? I was not on board with moving and quite frankly, I was making myself sick worrying about it. And we didn't even know if we would move yet! You know how women are: we have 1001 problems, and most of them are made up in our heads.<br />
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The worry over where we would move was stressing me out, so I turned to specific prayer. I asked God to give me peace, and to release me from this yoke. It didn't take long before I could feel God stirring in my heart, and I was listening. He was telling me that this, too, He had His hand in. I was able to release that worry and just give it to God, trusting Him to choose the right place for us. The news came almost immediately. Literally the day after I said, "OK, God, I'm giving this to you. I know you'll put us exactly where we need to be to serve others and glorify you," we got the news that we would be moving to Montgomery, Alabama. See what God did there? There is no coincidence. God reassured me that I could trust Him and prepared my heart for a move just before He gave us the news of the move. <span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; display: inline; float: none; font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">I'm not going to lie, my heart did sink a tiny bit. Why didn't He give us what we really wanted? Why couldn't what we wanted and what He wanted be the same? </span><br />
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We rented a house in Alabama based on photos we saw online. Signed a contract, put down a deposit, gave our current landlord notice, announced it on social media and in the Christmas card...all the things...<br />
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At the time I was also reading the daily devotions in Sarah Young's <u>Jesus Calling</u>. On January 20, a portion of the message seemed to jump off the page at me. It was almost like the rest of the message disappeared and one particular sentence just got bigger and bolder, and I knew it was a message God had for me. So I paid attention. I can still recite that sentence from memory: "I may be doing something important in your life, something quite different from what you expected." Whoa. I was very excited! I immediately thought about my Mary Kay business, and wondered if it could have to do with that?! I couldn't wait to find out!<br />
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But that was rather selfish of me, assuming it was all about me just because I was the one that received the message.<br />
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Fast-forward to February, 2016. Alan called me from work to say that he had received word that we might not move, after all. He was being invited to be part of a Fellowship program with a think tank in Washington, D.C. He could choose - school in Alabama or fellowship in D.C. We had a choice?! That almost never happens in the military! So we kind of didn't know what to do with that...we kind of panicked. They told him he had about two days to decide, so he called every mentor he had and started collecting as much data as he could so we could make an educated decision. I started praying. All of his mentors were telling him he was crazy to even consider not taking the fellowship. My Mentor wasn't telling me anything. One day passed. The morning of the second day, I was praying in the shower. I'm not the only one who does that, right? And I heard it. God spoke that same message from January 20th, into my heart. I don't know how you hear God, but that's the best way I can describe hearing Him. It's like my heart has ears and He speaks to that...I just suddenly know something came from Him. That morning, he said "I may be doing something important in your life, something quite different from what you expected." This! This was it!! Quite honestly, as time had passed, I had forgotten all about that promise because nothing had happened yet. But God did not forget. Also, I had assumed that the "something different" would be all about me (selfish), but I had failed to factor in that Alan, at the time, didn't think he could hear God. He just hadn't figured out how to distinguish God's voice yet. So OF COURSE God would speak to me! I quickly finished the shower and called Alan, who was driving to the Pentagon. He answered. I said "We're supposed to stay and do the Fellowship. God just told me. He gave me the message from January again, and that different thing is this! It's so unexpected - it's so different from what we thought we would be doing! We're supposed to stay here." And what he said next still brings tears to my eyes. He said, "Honey, now I also know we are supposed to stay. I was just-this-second praying, asking God for an answer of what we should do, telling Him I just wanted to be able to hear Him, then the phone rang. I literally thought Jesus might be calling me, and it was you with this message." (Bless his heart.) He was going to tell them we will take the Fellowship. Thankfully, we were able to undo the things we had done before, and we canceled the lease in Montgomery, renewed our lease in Arlington, and just continued life as usual.<br />
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Why would God do that? Why would He prepare my heart for the news of a move, only to have this other opportunity come along that means we won't move, after all? Did that mean I didn't hear what I thought I heard? Or that it wasn't God, after all? Or that this was <i>not</i> the fulfillment of that promise? I was full of self-doubt, but could hear Him say "Be still..."<br />
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In preparation for the move (when we were still moving) I had scheduled some follow-up medical appointments for myself. If you're new here, I'm a breast cancer survivor. I was diagnosed in 2007, when my oldest son was seven months old.<br />
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I'm going to take a minute here to tell you how God had a hand in that, too. I had felt a lump that I assumed was a clogged milk duct, because I was still breastfeeding. I figured it would go away with some warm compress. But I was watching Grey's Anatomy one night and one story was about a new mom who ignored a lump she thought was a clogged milk duct. But it was cancer. She waited too long to see a doctor, and she didn't survive. I called my doctor first thing in the morning. They did an ultrasound and didn't think it was anything serious, but wanted to get a better look. They asked if I would be comfortable weaning my baby so they could get a more clear image. I agreed and did a follow-up two weeks later. The spot was totally gone. It was a clogged milk duct. But about two weeks later, in the shower, I felt another one and I knew immediately that this one was different. I was diagnosed with breast cancer. The rest of the story doesn't really matter here. I had surgery, got treatment, and moved on. What's important is the way God spoke to me then. He presented me with a situation He knew would prompt me to act. Even if that was thru a silly TV show.<br />
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Back to 2016. I was still seeing an oncologist annually to keep an eye on things, and was supposed to see a breast surgeon annually, but had a bad experience with the first one I saw at Walter Reed so I just dropped the ball on that. Long story short, I saw a surgeon immediately upon moving to D.C. from Okinawa, and expressed my desire to have a prophylactic bilateral mastectomy. She told me I was being radical and she wouldn't do it. When we found out we were moving, though, I knew I better see all my doctors one more time before the chaos set in. Plus, remember, I wasn't going to bother with all the things if we were only going to live somewhere for a year. And, anyway, how good could the doctors possibly be in Montgomery? I'd rather see them at Walter Reed. I seriously thought that. My first appointment was on May 12th, with my medical oncologist, who reviewed my bloodwork (all good), said I was a couple of months past-due for my mammogram, and asked why she didn't see any visits to my breast surgeon in the past year. I told her what had happened with my first visit to the breast surgeon and that I hadn't been back because I didn't feel like she listened to me. She was upset about my experience and quickly assured me she could get me matched with someone she was sure would be supportive of my desires, even if she had to refer me to someone outside the military. She referred me to the Chief of Surgical Oncology at Walter Reed. If anyone could approve anything, it was him. We also scheduled my overdue mammogram, which was the following week, on May 17th.<br />
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After my mammo, they did as they always do: they asked me to sit tight, so they could review the images before I get changed, in case they need to take any additional ones. But what happened next was different. The nurse came back and brought the radiologist in with her. They displayed my images side-by-side with my last images, taken about 15 months prior. There wasn't one new spot. There were at least a dozen. It looked like someone splattered paint on the image. The spots were small, so that was good, but they were all over the image of my right breast. This was definitely not good. The next step would be a biopsy, so we scheduled that for June 9th. Afterwards, they once again asked me to wait before dressing, then escorted me to a private room to speak with the radiologist about the results. The good news was it wasn't cancer. The bad news was it wasn't cancer <i>yet</i>, and it needed to be removed. Since my medical oncologist had already been working my referral to a more suitable breast surgeon, I already had an appointment with him scheduled for Jul 6th.<br />
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Things began to happen very quickly now. My surgeon was completely supportive of a bilateral mastectomy, and felt it needed to happen pretty quickly, within three months. If that many spots had developed in just a little over a year, he was concerned it was going to progress and spread further if we waited too long. He referred me to a plastic surgeon to discuss the reconstructive portion. He referred me to the genetic counselor to re-evaluate any genetic predisposition I might have that they could determine since the last time I had this testing done. I attended both of those appointments five days later. The two surgeons coordinated their schedules and my surgery was planned for September 30, 2016.<br />
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Let me pause here to ponder something. Do you suppose I would have been in such a hurry to schedule my appointment with my oncologist if we hadn't gotten word we were moving? Nope. I mean, I would have done it eventually. In the fall, most likely, because as a preschool teacher spring was the busiest time of the year. Then, summer would have hit and there was no way I was scheduling any appointment I would have to drag the kids with me to, or pay a sitter for. I would have waited until they were back in school. Thankfully, <i>God presented me with a situation He knew would prompt me to act</i>, which He knew I needed to do to potentially save my life.<br />
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It's fine to fast-forward through some of the medical stuff now. In short, over the course of the next nine months I had three surgeries to remove and reconstruct my breasts. After my mastectomy, when I met with my surgical oncologist for the follow up, he told me we had made the right decision. By the time they removed the tissue, my left breast also showed lesions, which had not been present in the mammogram just four months prior. Confirmation was nice. Today, I shudder to think what might have happened had we not been given the news of the move. The process that started in May would have slipped forward at least four months, and who knows what would have grown by the time we got around to the surgery...<br />
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During this same timeframe, we also went thru a "selection" cycle. We were hopeful that Alan would be selected to a senior leadership position somewhere. But the cycle came and went and he wasn't matched. We just couldn't understand why. He had checkmarks in all the right boxes. And being selected for this Fellowship was another strong "check". This was something we had prayed for, hoped for, worked for...why would God not provide? All we could be sure of was that there was a reason...that did make it a little easier to not see his name on that list, but there was still a little sting.<br />
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Knowing we would be facing a move after the Fellowship ended in the summer of 2017, we started to look at some options. With Alan not being matched for leadership, we figured this would be our final assignment. Where would we want to go to finish with a bang? We filled each of the five preference spots with overseas assignments, and also applied for a special program that could place us in a number of overseas locations. Out of left field, we were sent to Langley AFB, Virginia. That wasn't even on the radar - <i>we weren't expecting it at all</i>.We had been preparing the kids by telling them Grandma might have to keep the dog and the bird when we moved so far away...they didn't even have to pack a snack to make this move. It was a total letdown. It felt like such a blow. Not only did Alan not get a leadership position, he also didn't get any of the dozen jobs he requested. What was going on? But we had to trust, once again, that God had this because so far, he hasn't NOT had anything. It's always worked out for the best. So in late June, 2017, we packed up and moved three hours south, to Yorktown, Virginia.<br />
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The time between listing preferences, getting an assignment, and actually moving is sometimes long - seven months, in this case. So you don't always know what life is going to look like when you get around to the actual move. As it turned out, the three surgeries I had undergone had not yet completed my reconstruction, so I would require additional procedures. Of course, it is plainly obvious to me now, that God moved us this tiny distance so that I could remain with my known and trusted surgeon. This may have been quite different from what we expected, but it was important for us to not go too far. Still, a year and a half later, He remembered that promise and He was in control. Again, I had forgotten. I had surgery number 4 in October, 2017. We knew afterwards that I would require one more, but decided to take a break for a little while. Give my body a chance to rest and recover.<br />
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Rumblings of deployments had begun almost immediately upon moving to Langley. I expected any day to hear Alan tell me he was deploying. There were several close calls. Another "selection cycle" came and Alan's chances of being matched to another leadership position looked good. We covered the possibility in prayer. But he wasn't matched, and we once again decided God had something else, and we would be fine. But there was definite disappointment. We're human. So we talked about what to do next. We could go ahead and retire. But that wouldn't be a good long-term decision, financially. We could apply for some other special programs. But our middle schooler politely requested we didn't <i>ask</i> for a move. I relayed that I felt strongly that God had something else in store for us - this was not our last assignment. I just felt Him telling me this wasn't it. We ultimately decided to just sit tight and see what happens, but we knew that not being on that match list left Alan a sitting duck for a deployment.<br />
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We made it almost a year. Around Halloween, 2018, Alan checked his email late one night and there it was: he would have to go for six months, leaving in early January, 2019. He could decline. Get out. We could just retire and not have to endure that. Surely this wasn't what God had in store for us. But declining would have been an emotional decision - not the right one, and we knew that. Alan hadn't deployed in over 10 years. It was his turn, and he was actually happy to serve in that way. In prayer, I still found God telling me He had something more for us, but I wasn't sure what that was.<br />
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A week later, on November 6th, I underwent surgery number 5 - the finale! This season was finally behind us. This was probably the toughest of all five surgeries, as far as my mobility went, so we stayed with friends locally on the night of my surgery and made the three hour trek home the following day. We got home around noon and I went to bed. A couple of hours later, Alan woke me up to tell me that he had just gotten <i>the call</i>. He had been selected to be the Mission Support Group Commander at Offutt (AFB in Omaha). WHAT?!? I still feel terrible to this day because I know I was unable to give that news the reaction it deserved, due to pain and drugs and sleepiness...but I was flabbergasted! I immediately recognized that this was not a coincidence. <span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: transparent; color: black; display: inline !important; float: none; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">The very next day after my surgical journey was complete, we receive this news. God had been in control all along. </span>I had once again forgotten, but God had never forgotten. He was still keeping his promise. God was always going to give us the desire of our heart, but he was going to take us there on a quite different path because that was what we needed.<br />
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We are looking forward to our move to Omaha for many reasons. The opportunity is the fulfillment of a career-long dream and goal. We have friends that live there. It's one day closer to Texas. Even though he won't be flying, it's still the "home base" for Alan's jet. The winters are lovely. But really, we are looking forward to this move because we know beyond a shadow of a doubt that it is where God intends us to be. It's the plan he had for us.<br />
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I don't know if this is the end of the story or not. I'll keep you posted. But in the meantime, I'm working very hard to remember the promises God makes to me each and every day. Because how beautiful is it to watch them be fulfilled? He's a promise-keeper.Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15846300682476240830noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5773613850068131950.post-4718873582037024382018-11-08T22:00:00.000+09:002018-11-09T12:23:51.025+09:00High Five for #5<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">Be your own advocate because NOBODY knows YOU better than YOU. 12+years ago I beat it, but 2 years ago it attempted a comeback, but we were watching. Waiting. Guarding. So we caught it before it could even become a six-letter-word. I wasn’t having any of it. Today, over two years later, I finished what should be the final reconstructive surgery. Surgery #5. I feel so blessed to be facing all of this healthy- not in conjunction with any sort of treatment. And over a glass of wine, I will be happy to tell you all about God’s hand in this journey. I’m so grateful to Him for the doors he closed so that others might be opened to allow this. Because it wasn’t without its obstacles. But I knew it was what I NEEDED to do. It’s been a challenging two years on a lot of fronts. But it’s been such a relief to wake up without the worry I had before. Plus, my reconstruction came with some perks! I’m happy to talk about those over a second glass of wine 😉</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">Ten years ago, a self-check revealed a lump that was diagnosed as breast cancer. Two surgeries, chemo, radiation, years of medications and scans and blood tests and on and on...The possibility of never having any more children was real and hurtful. Being curled up on the couch, in pain from what the chemo was doing to my body. Attending my 10 year high school reunion in a wig, and flying home early the very next day to receive a chemo treatment. Serving as a bridesmaid in my best friend's wedding wearing that awful wig. Having a plane full of people look at you strangely because you're wearing a germ mask. They're wondering what's wrong with you, what you might be passing on to them, totally ignorant of the fact that you're worried about what they might be passing on to your worn-down immune system. Cancer treatment is no walk in the park. I did everything I could then to fight it so that I could look myself in the eyes in the mirror and declare I had done all I could, should it ever show itself again. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">But deep down, I knew...I always told those closest to me that somehow I knew that wasn't the end of that disease for me. I just felt like we would meet again...it was inevitable.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Life took us to Japan, where we were blessed doubly with Anaya and Audie. Anaya's name is actually of Hebrew origin, meaning "God answered." He surely did by giving us the gift of more babies after my treatment. After they were born, I inquired about having some permanent surgeries done to put a nail in the cancer coffin. Being where we were geographically, it would have been a logistical nightmare, so they offered to watch me very closely, and they recommended I request surgery upon our return to the U.S. When we arrived in the D.C. area, and I was referred to Walter Reed National Military Medical Center, I was optimistic about reaching a more permanent solution. However, I was met with resistance from my assigned surgeon (a female), who felt I was being "drastic." She didn't know what I knew about our inevitable meeting that would happen again...But I allowed her to shut my intention down. I continued getting my mammograms and bloodwork, but stopped pursuing what I knew I needed to pursue. Don't do that. Advocate for yourself. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">Sixteen months ago, my annual mammogram looked like it had paint splattered across it. Not just one questionable spot had appeared since the prior year's - a dozen had. Those spots were later determined to be well on their way to cancer, but I didn’t let them get that far. This ugly scan gave me the leverage I needed to demand a different surgeon and plead my case. I elected to have a bilateral mastectomy because I was completely not interested in having cancer in my house again. Side note: in the 2.5 months between the biopsy and surgery, the lesions has already grown significantly. The surgeon actually said I was "a ticking time bomb." The past year has been a tough one, with the mastectomy and three additional surgeries to reconstruct safer alternatives 😉, repurposing my fat in the most creative ways. It has left me tired, sore, uncomfortable, sometimes unreliable, absent, and often in need of help. But it's left me LIFE. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">There have been plenty of days I have cursed cancer and pain and drugs, and counted and recounted my 37 scars...but there hasn’t been a single day I haven’t been thankful for modern medicine, and its ability to see what we cannot see. I thank God for guiding me in this journey, for providing the assurance I needed when making this decision, for blessing mankind with a brain so marvelous that it can INVENT. I thank scientists who have dedicated their lives to finding a cure, and doctors who have dedicated theirs to pursuing the treatments that might get us closer. It's no doubt these days, cancer is everywhere. It is an ugly beast and if you let it, it can take a lot from you. But armed with knowledge, preventative measures, and a kick-ass spirit, you can put up a heck of a fight and you can protect yourself. I beg each and every one of you women: Do not wait until tomorrow to do that which you can do today. It could literally kill you. </span></div>
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There is an old scout song that starts out "Make new friends, but keep the old. One is silver, the other is gold." Like most women, I need good friends. The kind you can laugh with, cry with, eat chocolate with, drink wine with...the kind who know a lot about you and love you, anyway. And I need some of those friends to be where I am, physically. I have platinum-level friends that have known me practically my whole life, and I know I can call on them when I need to. But having a circle of friends - a tribe - that can actually come over or go to dinner or just pass by on a daily basis. That's what I require. </div>
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A common exclamation around this time of year is "I don't know how you do it! It's so hard to move!" And I always remark that I'm a collector of friends. It's not easy to move, sure. It's hard to leave people that I've built relationships with. However, it makes my heart glad to know that I can travel practically anywhere in the United States, and in a lot of overseas locations, and I have a friend there. It's pretty cool to think about it that way! </div>
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When we moved here to Arlington about 3.5 years ago, I remember being really optimistic about meeting new people. But after about six months, I just didn't feel like I was developing any real relationships at all. I was disappointed. Even a year in, I felt like I had some friendships, but they were rather superficial. But somewhere along the way, those seeds took root and grew in to oaks, and it is once-again hard to leave. At the start of this school year, I invited a few neighborhood moms/friends to come have coffee at my house on Friday mornings after we dropped the kids at school. It was the highlight of my week. Sometimes we prayed, sometimes we cried, sometimes we celebrated a birthday, sometimes we grieved a loss, most often times we laughed, and every time we loved. We watched a baby grow thru her first year. It was never anything fancy, and it was never forced. Come if you can, come as you are, and just be with people who love you. It was such a joy to have my dining room full of women I love every Friday morning. </div>
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Today is the last day of school. Ranger and I walked the kids to Ashlawn one last time. When I got home, I was suddenly overcome with sadness, and I couldn't quite put my finger on why. It's been an emotional week of goodbyes and "lasts". Then it hit me. It was Friday morning, and my tribe wasn't here. My table was gone. My dining room was empty. My house was quiet. It wasn't the way I loved it at all. And it made me sad. But then I remembered how I felt that first year - as though I just wasn't going to be able to make any friends here. And reflecting on that now, as I hold these new friendships close, brings me hope and joy. Sometimes friendships, like wine, just have to age a little before they're really good. And now, as we leave here and head to a new area, I'll take these now "gold" friendships with me. And I'll look for some "silver" ones to add to my collection.</div>
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Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15846300682476240830noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5773613850068131950.post-58015968273734049032016-11-24T23:27:00.000+09:002016-11-24T23:27:00.580+09:00A Day at the ParkHappy Thanksgiving! I hope everyone takes the time to make a list - mentally or written - of everything you have to be thankful for. I'm willing to bet it's a long list. Don't forget that!<br />
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Y'all know we got a dog, right? Ranger. He's a Texas Blue Lacey, 10 months old, and completely a turd. But we love him. We are thankful for him, even. He is comic relief every day, and a gentle reminder of my Dad. When Mom took Dad's dog, Pearl, to the breeder, she wanted nothing to do with the stud he paired her with. Instead, she showed interest in another dog - named Buster. If you're new to my life, I'll fill you in: My Dad's nickname was Buster. So, yeah, we had to have an offspring. Enter Ranger. There are lots of puppy stories between then and now, but I'll just share one from yesterday.<br />
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Our home in Arlington has zero yard. It's tough on kids and dogs. Luckily, we live just two blocks from a great park, with a great fenced-in soccer field. We have been taking Ranger to the soccer field since we can let him off the leash to be a dog and run wild for a little while. So yesterday, we bundled up and walked down with a tennis ball for him and a football for the kids. After a few minutes of playing, the kids got warm and took their jackets off, throwing them in a pile on the ground. We continued to play, and eventually the whole family was tied up in a game of touch football. I use the term "game" very loosely. For a few minutes, Ranger was playing along. But he got bored, as puppies do, and he went to smell the rest of the field. Including the spot where the jackets were piled. Just about then, we were in between plays in our game, and I hear AJ say "I'm pretty sure Ranger just peed on our jackets", followed by Alan confirming "Yep, I think he did." Nice.<br />
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A day in the life...Just living the dream!<br />
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Anaya telling Dad at breakfast "Daddy, im going to be a cheetah when I grow up." When Daddy explained that a cheetah was a cat, she was totally appalled at his apparent disbelief in her. "I CAN be a cheetah when I grow up if I want to!" Dad replies (because sometimes we can't help but argue with them) "Cheetahs are big cats. You are a human. You are going to be a lady like Mommy". She replied "No, cheetahs are really fast humans"...this went on a couple of minutes and she finally just resolved to pouting because she just really wants to be a cheetah when she grows up and her dad has crushed her dream. It's like he forgot about that cat lady in the Hunger Games.<br />
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<br />Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15846300682476240830noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5773613850068131950.post-50517984756172281772016-04-05T04:56:00.002+09:002016-04-05T04:56:35.227+09:00Dude, where's my car?This morning, as I do every morning, I sent the kids out the door ahead of me so they could load their backpacks into the trunk while I put the dogs (we got another dog - that's for another post) in their appropriate spaces for the day. A few minutes later, Adam returned to me asking where my car was. See, I usually park it on the street in front of our house, but someone else was parked in my spot for a couple of days, so I parked in our driveway. That blocked Alan, who was parked in the garage. So he had to move my car before he could leave this morning. I assumed he moved it to the street because that's what he would normally do. But today my car was nowhere to be found in the street. I headed out to have a look and, sure enough, my car was nowhere! I was about to panic and call police when I heard a little God whisper: "Check the garage." There she was, safe and sound.<br />
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Just another day in the life of me. Lots of people think I have my act together, but the reality is that on most days, I can't even find my car.Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15846300682476240830noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5773613850068131950.post-63655016195409378232016-01-25T00:35:00.001+09:002016-01-25T00:35:25.377+09:00Top 5 JediA post by A.J., our nine-year-old, who is a genuine Star Wars fan...<br />
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I have been thinking about Star Wars and I thought about the strongest Jedi. I saw on the internet nobody agreed with me, so here's my opinion:<br />
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I think the top Jedi is Yoda because he trained thousands of Jedi<em> <u>and</u></em> he is a master Jedi so that's why I think Yoda is the top Jedi.<br />
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Last December, I sprinted full-out toward a big goal of becoming a Sales Director in Mary Kay. While I was doing the work necessary to reach that goal, I often felt a little "mommy guilt" creeping in. It would cause me to question my decision to leave the house in the evening or on the weekend to go hold a party or appointment. <em>Was I doing the right thing? Was this "sacrifice" going to be worth it? Were my priorities out of line, putting my business first?</em> I kept thinking about a story my Senior National Sales Director had told about one of her kids, which wrapped up with the lesson that sometimes (<em>just sometimes</em>) putting your business first<strong> is</strong> putting your family first. So I wrapped up last December counting on it to be one of those cases. Operating in faith.<br />
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As I sit here today and reflect, I am so incredibly glad I made the decision I made last year. I'm so glad I pushed that guilt aside because without a doubt, putting my business first then <strong>did</strong> turn out to be a decision that allowed me to put my family first <u>every single moment of this year</u>. My business not only provided a significant income source for our family every month, allowing multiple vacations and "treats" we otherwise wouldn't have been able to afford, not to mention a FREE CAR, but it has also greatly strengthened my faith, my resolve, my confidence, and my joy, which has allowed me to be a better person - a better mom, wife, and friend. It has taught me to trust God for the big stuff, as well as the small stuff. It has taught me to listen for His whispers and to obey them. It has taught me that scripture applies to everything all the time, no matter what you're going through. It has helped me to recognize every single blessing bestowed upon me - big or small. And it has helped me to recognize when God is using me to do something so much bigger in someone else. To me, this is so much more than a skincare company - it's a ministry. It's my way of sharing love and making other women realize how strong and beautiful they are - how valuable they are. It's my way of showing others how God is at work in my life and in theirs. We can't all be in ministry careers, but we can all figure out how the career we are in can be a ministry and that is an important lesson I learned this year. It's an important lesson I have been able to teach my kids. And it all stemmed from that difficult decision I made last year to put my business first for just a short time. So sometimes, putting your business first <em>is</em> putting your family first.<br />
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I know 2016 will be even better and will allow me to continue to share this blessing with others. I love my life!<br />
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This has been on my mind for a while, so I feel like it's time for a PSA. Since we returned from living overseas, I have noticed a disturbing trend. People (women in particular) are wearing workout clothes ALL THE TIME. Like, when they are obviously not on their way to or from the gym. Like with jewelry and fixed hair and makeup on. I get the occasional day when you don't feel well or you woke up late before having to drop the kids at school, or you've spent the entire day cleaning your house, or whatever. I'm not talking to you. It's the others - the ones who wear workout clothes shopping, to lunch with girlfriends, traveling, to the zoo...Unless you are Jillian Michaels, please put the leggings away. The place I've noticed it most is airports. I get it - you like to be "comfy" when you travel, but please. I've literally traveled around the world without having to wear workout clothes - I think you can make it from Washington D.C. to Omaha. Jeans or a maxi dress are just as comfy and look way more put together. Leggings are not pants, ladies! Do yourself a favor and put something else on. Especially if wearing those workout clothes to travel in is the only time you ever wear them. <br />
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It has just rightthissecond occurred to me that the recent trend of wearing these Fitbits might lead people to think they are always working out, therefore it's OK to always wear workout clothes? Well, you aren't and it's not. You are literally just living life looking like a gym rat, except not really, because of the whole way gym rats look (since they actually do spend all their free time in a gym working out). So head on over to Old Navy and buy yourself some real clothes, people! Get your class back!</div>
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Here's a recent picture of my kiddos, for those of you who come here for that :-) They have 19 more days of school and are super-excited to spend a big chunk of summer at Grandma's house. Bring on summer!</div>
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My babies grew up a little. A lot, actually. And it turns out, as kids get bigger, they use more toilet paper. I really didn't think about that before. I thought about having to buy more food and needing a wholesale warehouse to keep my cereal and bread and milk stocked. But not for buying 48 rolls of toilet paper. Turns out it happens that way. </div>
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Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15846300682476240830noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5773613850068131950.post-75271562633958468252014-12-21T02:51:00.001+09:002014-12-21T02:51:13.839+09:00In The (Pink) TunnelHave I really not written anything since September?? Sorry about that...I have a great excuse! Remember at the end of my last post, when I announced that I was being promoted in my Mary Kay business? I was choosing to promote myself, that is, because that's the way the wonderful world of Mary Kay works! Well, that's why I haven't written lately! I have spent the past nearly-4 months in a pink tunnel, working my Mary Kay business as much as I can, fitting it in to my schedule wherever I can, and allowing it to bless me beyond belief. I am not kidding. When I say "bless" I am not talking about financially, either. Although it has definitely done that. I am talking about blessing my heart and soul. This Mary Kay business has been the reason that I have met some of the most amazing women and have gotten to know better some of the amazing women already in my life. Furthermore, I have witnessed this business enrich their lives in many different ways. Whether it's self-confidence, financial freedom, quality girlfriend time, or a number of other reasons, it is so fun for me to watch them grow and blossom in so many ways. It really does remind me of why I got into this business in the beginning. It is about so much more than selling lipstick. So that's where I've been lately - in the pink tunnel. If it hasn't had something to do with my family or Mary Kay, then it's been skipped. It's been so much fun and so totally worth every minute! By the end of the year, I will be a Mary Kay Sales Director! I will have the honor and pleasure of training other new Beauty Consultants! Then, by the end of February, I will have earned my first Mary Kay career car! SERIOUSLY!! What rewards they give for sharing this business! And I am ginormously indebted to my husband and family for their support and faith in this journey. It is not even close to being over - there is still much work to be done - but they have believed in me and taken on many extra duties to support me in achieving this. I am so grateful to them. <br />
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I will continue on in the pink tunnel until the initial phase of this promotion ends on December 31st. Until then, I am looking for about 5-7 more team members. Women who are looking to start something new before 2015. Women who want to add just a little extra something to their life. Women who keep their word and are excited to take advantage of a fabulous opportunity. $100 might change your life - isn't it worth it to listen to the opportunity and see how it might fit into your life? Please email me at <a href="mailto:avdayton@marykay.com">avdayton@marykay.com</a> if you have even the tiniest hint of interest. You just might be surprised to hear the whole story and see the whole picture. Why not gift yourself this Christmas with a new you, a wonderful opportunity, a life-changing gift? You deserve it!<br />
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Merry Christmas! Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15846300682476240830noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5773613850068131950.post-47934471819683482272014-09-05T06:58:00.003+09:002014-09-05T06:58:44.434+09:00Clicking My Heels...First, school started back on Tuesday. Third grade and Pre-K.<br />
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Second, I STARTED A J.O.B. ON TUESDAY. What?!? I know!! Working as the Asst. Director at the twins' preschool. Being a Mary Kay Beauty Consultant is still a huge priority and I'm focusing on it more and more (see below), but the preschool job was an amazing opportunity to serve God thru my awesome church, educating children and sharing God's love with them.<br />
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Third, Adam has gotten the pick-up situation at school wrong 2 out of 3 days. It's not generally this confusing, so hopefully we can figure that out.<br />
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Fourth, it has been in the 90s all week and my air conditioner stopped working yesterday morning. And I couldn't get anyone to repair it until my landlord gave permission, which didn't happen until after he got off work yesterday. So no one came to fix it until the least convenient time, right before I completely melted, which was about an hour ago.<br />
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Fifth, we received another speeding ticket from Germany in the mail yesterday. That makes 2 so far.<br />
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Sixth, our dentist sent us a bill for $315 because they submitted the wrong date of birth for Audie and Tricare rejected the claim because Alan isn't covered (both officially "William"). Apparently neither place could figure out on their own that the one with the PEDIATRIC date of birth should be the one claiming services at the PEDIATRIC DENTIST. <br />
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Seventh, one child pooped their pants today at the same time as the A/C repairman was here because apparently playing the Wii is <em>just that</em> exciting. Then, in an effort to clean it up themselves (bless their heart, really), they ended up piling toilet paper into the toilet so that it was eventually completely filled. Just completely awesome, really. No, really. Have more kids because it's awesome.<br />
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It isn't Friday yet. Unless you're in Okinawa. Which is about where I wish I was. I'd love to close my eyes and slip on Dorothy's slippers right about now.<br />
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In other (better) news...I have decided to take the next step (quantum leap, really) in my Mary Kay business! So, if you have it in you to buy a lip gloss or cleanser, I could use your support! Even better - if you are a smart, busy woman looking to be your own boss, then I can get you there! Or maybe it isn't you - maybe you know someone who would be great at this! Maybe you know someone who could use a pampering facial or a special gift! Let me know - even if they aren't in my area, I can work out a way to make them feel beautiful! <a href="http://www.marykay.com/avdayton">www.marykay.com/avdayton</a> for shopping and contact info!!Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15846300682476240830noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5773613850068131950.post-45899256941767471422014-07-03T04:57:00.001+09:002014-07-03T04:57:22.289+09:00Just In Case I Thought I Was A "Professional"<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Step 1: We're going to need a few new fishing rods. So we head to the nearest Walmart (which, thank God, is about 25 minutes away). I had read that a new one opened nearby so we headed over there. It looked like this:<br />
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I call it the "Big City Walmart". It's in a multi-level building, next to a 24-hr fitness and a larger office building. When we pulled up, the parking lot had a gate and Alan was all, "Oh, hell no! We better not have to pay to park at Walmart!" We did not have to pay, but we were the only pickup truck in the parking lot and we had to take up two spots. I'm pretty sure they're breaking some sort of "Walmart Law" that says all their parking lots must easily accommodate pickup trucks. Walmart is Walmart, after all. Can't put lipstick on that pig. Anyway, we chose some adequately-priced-for-kids fishing rods and headed out. </div>
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Step 2: We are going to need some worms. A few weeks prior, we had planted some seeds in a flower bed and noticed tons of nice, fat worms, so we head home and put the kids to work digging up worms:</div>
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Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15846300682476240830noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5773613850068131950.post-75048844514872420172014-04-17T03:07:00.001+09:002014-04-17T03:07:42.121+09:00This Little Jar of MineOn December 30, 2004, we loaded up the car and started our first PCS together from San Antonio, Texas, to Jacksonville, North Carolina. I looked at Rosie and wondered what the hell I was thinking, leaving Texas. But when you fall in love and promise to marry someone in the military, you are inevitably also promising to do a whole lotta leaving. So, I had to leave Texas. I cried, obviously, as we drove away. An hour or so into the trip, Alan handed me this:<br />
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It's a jar of Texas. He gathered limestone and dirt and huisache branches and stuck it in a jar for me to "take a little bit of Texas" with me wherever we went. I cried some more, obviously. I thought it was a nice gesture, but honestly I didn't think that much of it. A few months later, we got married and he deployed for seven long months, plunging me into the military life. I looked at the jar a lot at first, but eventually became distracted enough to not really think about it much. But today, we are celebrating our ninth wedding anniversary and I thought about that jar. I still have it. It's a little shaken and stirred and not quite as perfectly arranged as when he gave it to me, but that's because it's been packed in boxes and moved from place to place, as our life has moved. It is a perfect representation of our life. We've been shaken and moved, turned upside down and stirred, and sometimes little pieces crumble. We've lived together in five different states and two countries. We've added three kids to the mix, and encountered numerous challenges. But we've stuck it out in our little jar, not letting the elements of life wash us away. We've made every effort to protect what we have and we've sealed it off. I quite think we deserve a pat on the back! Nine years and counting...I miss Texas every day, but I wouldn't trade this life for anything. Protect the things you love with great strength, people. If that glass jar had been thinner, think of how easily it would have broken. </div>
Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15846300682476240830noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5773613850068131950.post-35345457253977420682014-03-19T12:46:00.001+09:002014-03-19T23:30:08.957+09:00The Back StoryIn honor of Frozen Release Day (Seriously, it's a day marked on our calendar - my kids knew I had pre-ordered the DVD to be delivered today and they sat watching out the front door until the mailman delivered it), I'll share a little bit about our trip to Disney World. You may have seen some of the pictures on Facebook, but I have a few <em>exclusives</em> for you blog-readers. Cause your special. <br />
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Speaking of 11-hour treks - have you ever gone on an 11-hour road trip overnight? We had done it once before with the kids when the twins were about 9 months old. I never wanted to do it again and I really didn't want to do it this time. It's just so much work to drive when you have kids still in car seats. But I was out-voted. It wouldn't have been as much of a problem if we would have been able to adequately prepare for it. Take a nap during the day. But nope. See, we had to first drive the 5 hours down to Greenville, then there was no napping with four crazy-happy cousins running around. So by the time we left, I was already tired and we hadn't even left the neighborhood. Anyway, it started out fine, until we had to stop for gas. Believe me, you do not want to stop for gas anywhere off I-95 in South Carolina or Georgia in the middle of the night. You just don't know what you'll see, and you definitely don't want your children seeing it, and sometimes you aren't even sure you'll get out of there alive. Seriously. We saw boobs. I was miserable the entire time and by the time we made it to just outside of Orlando and decided to stop for breakfast, I was so tired I was nauseous. Thankfully, we had the foresight not to plan to go to a park that day (it was also Daytona 500 day, so that was a convenient reason to hang out at the hotel and watch the race). Too bad the race was rain-delayed for like 6 hours and by the time it restarted we had passed out from exhaustion and Alan missed Dale Jr winning. I almost felt sorry for him, but then I remembered that I said I didn't want to drive and he didn't listen. So we woke up the next morning to lots of celebratory texts.</div>
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Here are some highlights from the trip. Here is Anaya riding Thunder Mountain with Robert, Catherine and Pierce. Brave girl. Alan had already taken Audie to do something else because, bless his heart, he wasn't quite 40" tall (this really did break my heart the entire week - that his twin sister got to ride Soarin', but he didn't - and yes, we tried boosting his feet). So the rest of us hopped in line, but at the last minute, Adam chickened out and I had to stay behind with him. Not Anaya, though, she went! 'Atta girl! </div>
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Here is Anaya telling Snow White that Rapunzel is her favorite princess, which Snow White took in stride, telling her that she liked Rapunzel too and that sometimes she helps her brush her hair and it takes three hours.</div>
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This was hilarious. It's kind of long, but there are so many awesome moments I couldn't clip it. It's the Incredibles Dance Party. Alan and I took all the kids while Catherine and Robert rode Space Mountain. Then they took the kids to the Space Ranger ride while Alan and I rode. Here are the kids busting some moves:</div>
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Another awesome moment: Here is Audie touching the Green Army Man to prove to the others that he's not real, he's plastic...</div>
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One day we went to Universal Studios Orlando and Alan and Catherine got excited about meeting Doc from Back to the Future:</div>
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She was telling him that her Daddy's name was "Alan! Alan! Alan!" If you haven't seen <a href="http://youtu.be/HzypOnklG60" target="_blank">this video</a>, do it now or you won't get why this was hilarious. She was in a mood. Here, I have no idea what she was telling Princess Aurora, but it must have been good.</div>
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Finally, this is a great one of all the kids, but Audie in particular. I don't think he knows what Stitch is and whether or not he bites.<br />
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Of course, we have the standard Disney and Universal shots, too, but where's the fun in that? I like a photo with a back story. Here are some good ones, though:<br />
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Then, we loaded up in the white stallion and headed home. Anaya puked on the way home, which was awesome. Did I mention how I didn't want to drive? Then, she did it again the next day, as we drove back to DC from NC. If you read my previous post, then you know what happens next...</div>
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It's nice, right? Looks like it was probably a great day, right? I have a major cold, but was trying to ignore it so I could get things done today. But, to be honest, I felt like complete crap. Despite feeling like crap, the day did start out great...but this is <em>my</em> life, after all, so it obviously couldn't stay that way. At least it makes for a great blog. Here's how it went:</div>
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I woke up early so that I could actually shower and get ready before taking the twins to preschool (I usually just throw my hair in a ponytail and put on clothes that just <em>barely aren't</em> pajamas) since I wanted to run to the grocery store first thing after dropping them off. Then, I knew Adam and I would come home, knock out his schoolwork, pick the twins up an hour early from school and head to the doctor's office, where they were all three getting school physicals. I had scheduled their appointments as closely together as I could: Anaya at 1:00, Audie at 1:20, and Adam at 3:20. So I showered, got ready, got the kids up and made breakfast and packed lunches. They ate, dressed, brushed teeth, and we were out the door <em>almost</em> on-time. Standard. So far, the day was going as planned. Their preschool is literally 2 minutes from the house - I dropped them off and then Adam and I headed to Panera Bread for a little coffee/OJ date. After that, we walked a couple doors down to Pier 1, then on to Trader Joe's. We breezed through there and loaded groceries in the car and headed home. At home, I unloaded the groceries, found an empty bagel bag Adam had left in the car, grabbed it to throw away, thought it might come in handy and stuffed it in my car console, instead. We put away groceries, knocked out schoolwork, made Adam lunch to take, then headed to pick up the twins...<em>almost</em> on time. As I strap them in, I hand them their sandwiches to eat on the way to the doctor. Audie doesn't want his, but opts for his raspberries instead. At about 12:30, we pass through the gate at Bolling AFB, and Audie says his tummy hurts. I ask if it feels like he has to poop or throw up and he says poop. <br />
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<em>Side note: Anaya had thrown up twice in the car on the drive home from Disney World on Saturday/Sunday, I got the bug Sunday/Monday, then Adam on Thursday/Friday and Alan on Friday/Saturday. While at DW, Audie had several "issues" that I now deduced to be "the bug" so I counted him as hit and figured Alan was the last...</em><br />
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So I continue driving, looking for the standard signs on every base directing you to important places like the BX, Commissary, Post Office, Clinic, etc. Well, it turns out that I am on the dumbest base ever and there are no signs. So I drive to where I see a bunch of buildings. Nothing. So I turn around. Audie complains again. I dig out that bagel bag and hand it to him. 12:45. Finally! I see a sign directing me to "Bolling Clinic" with an arrow pointing straight ahead. About a mile later, another sign pointing straight. Great! Right direction! I keep heading straight...but there are no more signs and suddenly I'm in the housing area. 12:50. <em>A sign would be nice, God</em>. I pull over, pull up the base website on my phone, plug the address for the clinic into my GPS and start driving, not able to believe how close the clinic was to the gate I first came through and figuring I must have missed the sign to turn while putting away my ID. When my GPS announced I had arrived at my destination, I looked around and saw only an unmarked building with a gated parking lot (not it) and the Defense Intelligence Agency (not it). Thanks, GPS. 12:56. Officially going to be late. I yell, "This is unbelievable! We're never coming back here!" I try to call Alan to tell him to immediately go to the Tricare office and change us to Ft. Meyer. I turn around, head back to where I happened to see the Post Office and Gym as we were driving to the wrong place, thinking it might be there. I hear puking from the back. Audie. <em>Really, God? Now?</em> But he <em>mostly</em> hit the bag. Thank God Adam left his trash lying there. I tell him we're almost there and I'll clean him up. He continues to puke. My search in the new area turns up with nothing, so I pull over in a parking lot to clean up the mess. We're already late, so what the hell. I feel like crap and I want to cry. At least I had the change of clothes in his preschool backpack. As I'm cleaning things up, I look around and notice there are a lot of police cars. I must be in front of SF. <em>OK, God, I'll take it.</em> Two cops come out, and I ask them for directions to the clinic. It turns out I am headed in the right direction and the clinic is only about two blocks away...except there is a road closure between here and there, so I have to go out to the main road and around the block. So I do that (it's about two miles and it is actually back on the road I was on with the signs pointing straight ahead), and make it a point to look for signs directing me where to turn. THERE ARE NONE!!! This is the most frustrating base I've ever been on! The cop told me to turn right after the church. There was no church, but I just turned where it looked like it would be a could of blocks down from where I had been talking to the cop. Miraculously, I am on the right street and the clinic is directly in front of me. I park, hurry inside and check in. 1:20. The desk guy informs me we missed Anaya's appointment (gave me the days/times to reschedule), but they'll see Audie. I'm immediately pissed because obviously these people should know what I've just been through and that I already feel like crap and they should just accommodate me! Squeeze Anaya in with Audie! How hard could it be - they're twins! But, I remain as calm and nice as I can be (I did mention the lack of signage on the base) and we follow the nurse back to take Audie's vitals. Then the doctor comes in and damn if she isn't SUPER NICE. This is a problem because I had already decided that we were switching clinics. She examines Audie, takes her time with us, asking questions and listening, not rushing and determines he's way too small for his age, so she wants to run some tests and I'll have to collect a poop sample. Super. Can't wait to do that. <em>Seriously, God?</em> I apologize for not making the first appointment and tell her a little of the story. She corroborates the sign issue - said she couldn't find the clinic the first time and she works here (!). Adam told her I said we were never coming back. I confirmed that I did say that, but that it was in a moment of intense frustration. She sent us out, telling me where a playground was nearby to pass the time until Adam's appointment. We head to the playground and the kids have a blast (even Audie) until it starts to rain. So we go sit in the car and have a snack for the remaining 20 minutes until Adam's appointment (I didn't want to sit in the clinic since Audie was sick). We check in again, follow the nurse back to take Adam's vitals - except he takes them for Anaya, as well. I ask why and he says the doctor is going to do both appointments together. God. Bless. Her. She knew I had had all I could handle and she saved me. I don't know if I can leave her now. I still have to make another trip to that clinic for Audie's lab work and both kids' shots, but at least I know where the darn clinic is now. <em>Thank you, God.</em><br />
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That, my friends, is a typical "Dayton day-to-day." Ain't life grand? But, seriously, thank God for that doctor's kindness. She helped make a really crappy afternoon a little bit better and even in my moment of un-gratitude, I can recognize that. <br />
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<a href="http://info.avonfoundation.org/site/TR/Walk/Boston?px=7522891&pg=personal&fr_id=2362" target="_blank">Don't forget to donate to my Avon Walk for Breast Cancer!</a><br />
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God bless!Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15846300682476240830noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5773613850068131950.post-53441171521663835092014-03-07T03:02:00.000+09:002014-03-07T03:02:17.404+09:00Walking for a Cause!<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Well, by now you had to know it was coming! It's the time of year for me to raise money for breast cancer research and awareness! On March 20, 2014, I will celebrate being cancer-free for SEVEN years! Woo-hoo! But, let me share this with you: At my final appointment with my oncologist, as we were moving from Colorado Springs to Okinawa, she told me this: "Your type of cancer most often reappears around seven years." So, while I definitely have reason to celebrate, I also definitely have reason to remain cautious. As cancer survivors, we are never <em>really</em> "in the clear." We are always cautious. Wondering. Learning. And for me, <em>ACTING</em>. As a survivor, I feel it's my responsibility to help raise awareness, educate others and help further treatment efforts.<br />
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In the past, I have participated in and raised funds for Susan G. Komen for a Cure because that organization had a direct impact on my own treatment. This year, I'm mixing it up a bit! A dear friend invited me to participate with her in the Avon Walk for Breast Cancer in Boston this May. Why NOT walk 40 miles in support of a cause dear to my heart?! Even better, I get to do it with a friend. I'll walk in honor of the way too many people in my life who have fought this disease and either won or lost. I'll walk in hope of a future where my own daughter never has to be concerned with fighting this disease. I'll walk surrounded by people who hold this cause as near to their hearts as I do. <br />
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I have a goal to raise $1800 for this race and I would very much appreciate any donation you can give. For more information on the Avon Foundation and to make a donation, please visit <a href="http://info.avonfoundation.org/site/TR/Walk/Boston?px=7522891&pg=personal&fr_id=2362" target="_blank">my website</a>: <br />
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Thanks, in advance, and God bless you all!<br />
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Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15846300682476240830noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5773613850068131950.post-3721092488512685192014-02-21T12:36:00.001+09:002014-02-21T12:36:05.625+09:00TransitionThere have been a lot of changes over the past four months. Our move really started on October 31st, when the first team of movers showed up to pack up some of our stuff - the stuff we would want right away at our new house in Arlington. It would arrive in about a month. You know, towels, sheets, air mattresses, winter clothes (psh, like we had any)...Then, a few days later, another team of movers came and packed up and shipped off the rest of our stuff. That stuff went on the slow boat, which was supposed to take about 3 months. We said goodbye to the house and moved into a hotel room then. <br />
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Then, on November 6th, Alan relinquished command of the squadron and we spent the next three days wrapping up loose ends and getting the house inspection-ready. <br />
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We made sure to get a few things done before we left:<br />
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Dark and early on November 9th (about 5:30 a.m., which was about 2:30 p.m. on November 8th in Texas, so you can keep track), we arrived at the passenger terminal on Kadena to check in for our flight. We left our island paradise, embarking on our journey "home" about two hours later. We took a military rotator, which is a commercial flight that is chartered by the military and flies scheduled flights in and out of Okinawa with several stops. Our first stop was about 2.5 hours away, at Iwakuni, where I got to see/walk/feed Rosie. It was great because I was seriously stressed about her. I mean, she's 13. That's like almost 100 in dog years. I just didn't know if she could handle it. Oh, and to make matters worse - she had a seizure (first ever!) about two weeks before the trip. We were at Iwakuni for a couple of hours, maybe three, where the kids got to run around a little, have a snack, charge our iPods, and count one flight off the "flights until we get to see Grandma" countdown. Then we flew to Yokota AB, which was only about an hour-and-a-half away, where I got to see Rosie again. Again, our stop there was about two hours or so, with time to get some food, stretch our legs and cross another flight off the "Grandma countdown." Then we got back on the jet and trekked across the Pacific, 9 hours or so, and landed in Seattle. Upon landing at Sea-Tac, we had exactly an hour to clear immigration, customs, retrieve Rosie in baggage, flag down a cab (which I shared with another passenger who was under the same time constraint I was to get their cat checked in), and get Rosie over to the United cargo office to check her in for her flight. She had to be scheduled on a different flight because our layover in Houston wasn't at least an hour long (it was 56 minutes). And despite our planning, well ahead of time, United called me a week before our flight to tell me they had a scheduled system outage during our travel time and that Rosie would have to spend the night in Houston due to the system outage - they couldn't check any pets in or out during the outage and her flight boarding to San Antonio was during that time. Crap. Seriously, y'all, I was stressed about her. Stressed!! But, I couldn't control it. They assured me someone would be with her all night long and a vet was on-hand. So, after rushing her to cargo and barely making it in time - actually, we were quite late, but it turns out they account for perpetually late people like myself when they give people that "minimum" time. Good for them. The random woman and I made our way back to the terminal, where we had about four or five (six?) hours to kill before our flight to San Antonio via Houston. Luckily, Sea-Tac has a great USO for military members traveling, so we stopped in there to rest, have some snacks and drinks, let the kids play...it was great. Before we knew it, it was time to go find our gate. Our flight to Houston was smooth and we made our connection without a problem. At this point, the kids were getting really excited about only having one more flight before we saw Grandma. When the pilot announced our descent and we heard the wheels lower, the kids were literally squealing with delight, expressing their excitement about seeing Grandma. It was really cute, actually. Nice moment. Until we felt the plane ascend again and the pilot came back on and let us know that the plane landing in front of us had run off the runway and we had to divert to Austin. Now, our kids had been such troupers the entire trip. Here we are, 31+ hours in, 10 p.m., Saturday, November 9th, and there hadn't really been any major meltdowns (we did have Anaya, so of course there had been minor ones). They did great, all things considered. But this? This was too much. All at once, they began to cry and you know what? I couldn't blame them! I wanted to cry, too! So, to Austin we went, where we were supposed to land, refuel, and get back to San Antonio all in about an hour. Except that the guy who drives the fuel truck at the Austin airport had already been sent home for the night. It was after 10 p.m., after all. So we sat there and waited while that guy got in his truck, drove back to work, and then refueled our jet. Then, we headed back to San Antonio and finally landed, well after midnight (12:40, I think). Alan had started the stopwatch on his watch when we left our hotel room in Okinawa. It had been right at 34 hours. Not. Kidding. <br />
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At some point in the evening, we had a "Welcome Home" group, but they dispersed with the delay. My sweet Mom had brought Chick-fil-a for Alan, which was cold but he still ate it with a smile. We piled into two trucks and headed to Mom's house. I am pretty sure I've never slept better in my life. All I could think was "Wow. I hope I never have to do <em>that</em> again." But you know what? I'd do it all again. We loved Okinawa and we still miss it so much. We miss our friends there, we miss the sun, the beaches, the everything. It was a good place for our family to be. <br />
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We had tons of fun catching up with everyone in Texas. We bought two cars, leased a house, visited family and friends, and Mom even threw a repatriation party for us, which was great. I actually have pictures!<br />
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So, now we are settling in at our new place in Arlington. Trying to remember from Colorado how to live in the cold. Audie has voiced his discontent, saying "I want to go back to Okinawa because it doesn't snow there. It's too cold here." I feel his pain. But, the sun shone today and winter will pass, and I think we'll love it here in no time. There is plenty of room, so please come visit! Just be a dear and let me know when you're coming. Maybe I'll vacuum. Or at least spray Febreeze. <br />
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All the kids, and their cousin Brooke, helped decorate the cakes:</div>
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I'm pretty sure a good time was had by all. Let me give you a tip: A clown is a great investment! Hire one! She did all the work! We could all use a little less work at a kids' party, right? Good decision. </div>
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I'll do more of an update later, I promise. A LOT has happened over the past three months and I have slacked! I know it! I'll catch up now, though...I hope.</div>
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<br />Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15846300682476240830noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5773613850068131950.post-53671634374185421532013-12-19T13:14:00.000+09:002014-02-04T11:35:04.075+09:00Happy Holidays! 2013-style...<br />
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I write this year’s summary, Alan and I are on the road from Texas to
Washington, D.C., which is where we will call home for at least the next two
years.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Alan relinquished command of the
82<span style="font-size: small;"><sup>nd</sup> Reconnaissance Squadron in November and we headed to Texas for
some much-needed down time and the opportunity to catch up with my family and
our many friends there.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We were able to
spend Thanksgiving there, and are heading to spend Christmas with Catherine,
Robert and Pierce in North Carolina.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The
kids are excited to see their cousin again, but I’m not sure how excited Pierce
will be when he wakes up on Christmas morning and finds out that some of the
stuff Santa left is suddenly for other kids!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Nevertheless, we are absolutely thrilled to be spending Christmas with
family for the first time in five years. <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">The
past year, as usual, was a busy one.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We
kicked off the year with a family vacation to Australia.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Grandma Sissy even met us there!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was the trip of a lifetime and a dream
come true for me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The highlight: Adam
and Audie were both literally <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">punched in
the face</i> by kangaroos!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Don’t worry,
they were totally fine.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Now, they will
have a great conversation starter for the rest of their lives!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Unfortunately, Mom fell ill with a stomach
bug the last three days and we were forced to also experience a Gold Coast
ER.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Definitely <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">not</i> a highlight.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">And koalas!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">That's Terri Irwin doing the Crocodile show!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"> This was the view of the famous Gold Coast from our apartment:</span></div>
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twins turned 3 in February and we celebrated with a “Thing 1 and Thing 2”
themed bash.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They keep us on our toes
every day.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Audie is still the sweetheart
and is proving to be pretty athletic.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He
still watches and imitates Adam’s every move and is looking forward to sharing
a room with him in the new house.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Anaya
is a princess – more Merida than Sleeping Beauty, but we know she’ll hold her
own in this world.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Just yesterday she
said, “Mommy, when I grow up, I <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">must</i>
be the boss.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I have no doubt she will
be.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></span><br />
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the spring, I took advantage of the opportunity to travel with a great group of
women to Kyoto, on the main island of Japan.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>It was just the beginning of the cherry blossom season and it was
absolutely gorgeous.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We got to walk
through the Sagano bamboo forest, and even saw a couple of real geishas!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was a wonderful trip filled with temples,
scenery, wine, friendship, and everything Japan has to offer.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"> The group we traveled with:</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Shortly after returning from Kyoto, Alan and I,
along with a big group of good friends, ran t<span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">he
Ayahashi Half Marathon, which begins on the southern part of the island of
Okinawa, then crosses a ¾ mile bridge over the ocean to Miyagi Island, then
later crosses another ½ mile bridge to Hamahiga Island, then back across both
bridges to the finish.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was a nice,
flat course, and the view was fist-class.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>The day was extremely windy, which was only accentuated by the fact that
we were running over the ocean.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was
all worth it to be able to witness God’s glory along that route.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Gorgeous.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>And the Japanese spectators were amazing!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Taiko drummers, people handing out snacks and
popsicles – so fun!</span></span>
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the summer, we finally made good on our promise to the kids and took them to
Tokyo Disney.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was a nightmare.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But it was time spent as a family away from
Alan’s crazy job and my other obligations, so we felt blessed to be there.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The kids even rode their first roller
coaster, which should be a good sign of adventures to come…or just a symbol of
the roller coaster that is our life.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Either way, giving our children the opportunity of these experiences in
another country is just another way we’ve been blessed by God.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">In August, Alan turned 40 and I knew I had to do
something BIG.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So, I secretly arranged
for <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">Catherine
to fly out and spend his birthday with us.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>In the past, I have sponsored new teachers moving to Okinawa and I told
him I was sponsoring another one and we had to pick them up at the
airport.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>At first sight, he was
surprised at how much the new teacher looked like Catherine.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Then he realized that it <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">was</i> Catherine and was absolutely shocked that she was there.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was perfect.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She spent a week with us and we did as much
as we could.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It will go down as one of
my favorite moments ever, seeing Alan’s face.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I’ve really gotten myself in trouble, though – I don’t know how I’ll
ever top that.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">August
also brought Adam’s 7<span style="font-size: small;"><sup>th</sup> birthday.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>He opted for a Spongebob Squarepants-themed bash.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Adam continues to amaze us with his intellect.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He’s also a jokester, a magician and a
budding artist, and is truly one-of-a-kind.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I made the decision to homeschool him this year to avoid the dreadful
mid-semester change of schools, and to also give us more flexibility with our
move.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Adam has handled it so well, which
is a blessing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>A lot is asked of
military “brats” and he keeps rolling with the changes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>What a trooper.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Once summer was over, “move mode” began and we
started preparing to move back to the United States.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There was so much to do, so the last few
months were filled with appointments
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inspections and farewells, as well as Alan's fini flight and Change of Command, topped off with a 36.5 hour trip back to Texas.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We all made it in one piece, but were a pretty
haggard-looking bunch when we landed in San Antonio.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Even Rosie made it back alive!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>At 13 years old, I had my concerns…she’s a
champ, though.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>One advantage of flying
on the military rotator was that I did get to see, feed, and walk her at each
stop along the way.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I think that helped
us both. Once we arrived in Texas, the spoiling by Grandma began! The kids have especially enjoyed getting to spend time with their cousin, Brooke.</span>
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Staff at the Pentagon – he isn’t quite sure what to do with all of his time
right now, having had so much responsibility for the past six years.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I try to teach him the way I do things – you
know, bon bons and soap operas and such – but that doesn’t seem to interest
him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I, on the other hand, am having no
problems with the fact that I had to hand over my responsibilities as the Command
Spouse and as the President of the Kadena Officers’ Spouses’ Club.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’m enjoying all the “free time” when I’m not
teaching Adam or playing Mom.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In all
seriousness, the past six years have been such a whirlwind that it is nice to
have a little break from both of our obligations so that we can recharge and
get ready for what’s next.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Washington,
D.C., get ready, because here come the Daytons!</span></span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: inherit;">*Our cell phone numbers are the same as they were before we moved to Japan. If you need that info, or our new address, please email us at </span></strong><a href="mailto:aadayton@yahoo.com"><strong><span style="font-family: inherit;">aadayton@yahoo.com</span></strong></a><strong><span style="font-family: inherit;">.</span></strong></div>
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<span style="color: red; font-family: inherit;">Merry Christmas!</span></div>
</span> </span> </span><br />Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15846300682476240830noreply@blogger.com1