19 weeks and new floors

You know what’s a funny word? Hello. If you stare at it long enough, it really looks weird. I mean, who came up with that? Hello. And someone obviously said it back to that person to. I imagine their conversation went something like this:
And then they both smiled. It has a pleasant ring to it, I suppose. I don’t think we give the creators of the word enough credit. I wish I could speak to them (I’d start off with “hello,” of course) and tell them about how much I absolutely love that word lately! On an average morning, I’m doing the mom thing and scrambling around the kitchen getting breakfast ready, lunch made, snack, sign the folder, give one kid a breathing treatment, eye medicine for the other, write a check, get the library books, unload the dish washer, let Ace out, get ace in, find a matching sock, take Cole to school, and then it’s mommy and Idan time. It’s usually right at that time when I already feel drained and the sun hasn’t even made its way past the horizon yet. Today, I felt so much happiness, excitement, and total butterflies when I heard that deep, soothing voice say that simple word, “hello.” Our conversation was short, because he spent most of the time talking with the boys (which made their day). I don’t remember what we even talked about, but “hello?” I remember his “hello.” Moral of the story: Don’t ever underestimate the power of a greeting.

In my earlier posts, I explained that there are several different phases that a military wife goes through during a deployment. The first phase, shell-shock, came and went. The second phase is called Ignore and Make Busy. That’s when I fill the calendar so the time goes by quickly. I chose to fill mine with trips, even though I said I wouldn’t travel so much this time. Phase three is hereby proclaimed The Demolition Phase! Basically, part of acknowledging the fact that my husband is actually gone and will not be coming home for a long time is to find something that I have control over and then control it to the max. In the past, I would rearrange furniture, buy and build different pieces of furniture, or make my kids eat kale. This time, I’m a home owner, so the stakes are raised and anything goes. With the demolition mindset in place, my activity for this week was tearing out the carpet downstairs, and replacing it with hardwood laminate. So, I threw it out there on facebook, and a lot of friends and family said they’d love to help. I searched online, ordered the flooring that I liked, had some t-shirts made, and created the event invite. It’s not quite finished yet, but it looks amazing so far.



Biff helping to move furniture





After coming to the realization that this flooring was faulty, I had to make the very tough decision to buy new-new floors. I’ll admit that I had a moment of chaos in my brain, and had to take a minute by myself so I wouldn’t get too emotional and frustrated over it, but when the decision was made to get the new floors everyone supported it completely.




Heath and Chad working on the living room.

even Krisi got down and laid it on!

Madeline helping set up and clean up for Jason and Heath

Heath showed Idan how to measure.

Dylan slept through all of the noise and madness!

Yay! The X-Box room is done! It looks awesome!

Now the living room is done too! I LOVE IT!!!

The T-Shirts

There were a few moments when I just had to stand back and watch everyone. I had friends from my old church, friends from my new church, Young Life leaders, a young life teen, my family, and my husband’s family –all together working for my family and our home. I was overwhelmed by all of the love, support, and hard work that has been poured out in front of me. I usually hit the demolition phase on my own, but this time I drafted people to join me. It was CRAZY! But, it turned out to be such an amazing experience of seeing the family of God come together in my own home. What a memory this week has created! Whenever I come across a military girlfriend or wife who is down in the dumps (or anyone who has to be separated from someone they love), the best advice I can offer is to make the separation time count. Don’t let this be the year that you spent moping around, missing him, and counting down the days until life makes sense again. Make a goal for the year. Make it the year that you _______. So far, this is the year that I stalked a lady from my car to watch her receive my secret flowers. This is the year that I potty trained my youngest son. This is the year that we got a puppy! This is the year that my floors were ripped up and replaced with hardwood laminate. This is the year that God revealed his love to me through friends, family, and strangers. This might actually be shaping up to be filled with some pretty decent memories.

Until next week, send your crazy to me since I’m going there anyway!



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