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Seven Quick Takes-take a ride on the emotional roller-coaster

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Detroit?! Really? My husband is a life-long, die-hard, Detroit Tigers fan. He has a 2 week leave coming up and has informed me that this would be his dream destination. I am all for him getting to see the Tigers play live, I am just not a fan of travelling that far at 30+ weeks pregnant. Not to mention, we already have other travel plans this summer. One of them being getting Sophie to Stuebenville three weeks before my due date.
--2--
If we indeed are heading north, I am glad I finally found this yarn today. I will be making a blanket for a special little someone who I cannot wait to meet. I already know that she has strong legs and pointy elbows. I found a delicate pattern on Ravelry that I think will look lovely in pink.

--3--
A list of some things you don't see every day, but that I have seen in the recent weeks:
A purple dune-buggy reminiscent of Scooby-Doo driving along the highway
An honest-to-goodness Rolls Royce in the parking lot beside our car
A hot-air balloon offering rides in the mall parking lot
--4--
I feel like I haven't seen much of my kids lately. They show up at feeding times and to get a scraped knee kissed and bandaged, but mainly they have been entertaining themselves. The outdoors are such fun and on the days when the temperatures were in the 3 digits, they have been quite content to craft away in the classroom. The lazy days of summer are upon us and we are soaking them up.
--5--
I made a list of my favorite things and now it has disappeared. One would think that since they are my favorite things, I would be able to recall this list with little difficulty. One would be wrong to make this assumption. Maybe next week, I'll have made a new list.
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With coffee in hand, I stepped outside to water the garden. The sky was as blue as Ben's eyes and cloudless. The air was almost chilly and I briefly thought of changing into jeans. Another hint of blue caught my attention in the grass. It was a tiny bird, probably recently hatched from the nest I had spotted in a nearby tree, and it was dead. The fragility of its tiny, translucent body laying there in the open yard all by itself was my undoing. Weeping huge tears not for the bird, but for my son, I gently lifted the baby bird on my gardening trowel and placed it in the ground under our shade trees out back. I openly wept for a good long while under that blue sky where no one would interrupt my anguish. Sometimes, I need to do that.
--7--
I offered up all this sorrow this morning for all parents who have had to bury a child. Pray for me today too, won't you?
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Comments

  1. Oh, Jenny....I empathize entirely, for what you went through and continue to go through. We all have memories that we think we have put aside, and then out of nowhere, they come back. Of course, they also cleanse the soul, but things get so sad for awhile. As I'm writing this, tears also stream down my cheek. I lost a child in miscarriage, but I'm sure not anywhere as devastating as losing your beautiful son.

    On a lighter note, please do what you want to do for a vacation. I would say the Tigers game could wait. Don't always submit!

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  2. I think of you especially every Friday morning when I pray before the Blessed Sacrament. Love you, Jenny.

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  3. What is the ravelry pattern? I still don't know if I'm having a boy or a girl, but I'm really hoping for a girl!
    I'll be praying for you =)

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  4. Thank you for your prayers dear friends. I am so grateful to you.

    Elisa, the pattern is called Baby Blanket Pattern. I'll try to put the link here:

    http://www.ravelry.com/patterns/library/baby-blanket-pattern

    I will be making it with a DK weight yarn, so it will look more delicate and lacy than the original.

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  5. So moving...tears on my cheeks. thank you for your prayer this morning for all who weep. Hugs and love to you this day.

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