This has been an extraordinarily busy week for me. I mean, I’m always busy, but never have I had so many meetings in one week! Every night this week including Sunday which doubled as a wedding consultation and an engagement session and Thursday was one of my kids’ open houses at school. Three more wedding consultations in those six days and one sales session. Oy! And it’s not over yet, I have two photo sessions this weekend. No breaks in sight, which is completely and totally cool. In the past I have really limited what I do but now that the kids are getting older, it’s easier to schedule more in. I don’t have to worry about diapers and bottles and feeding times and nap times anymore, and most of the time they can go with their dad, even to work sometimes. I have been praying for more fall work and more fall weddings. Especially since I had to make the decision not to take on weddings in July or August anymore and very severely limit my sessions during those hot months as well.
So, weddings. Of these four, I’ve booked three so far. Not sure if the fourth is going to pan out or not but I’m cool with it if it doesn’t. Not everyone has to like me but I’ll say that a 95% success rate in the consultation to booking ratio is pretty darn good. Of the three I’ve booked this week, two are this fall (September and October) and one is next September. I have one already booked for next November. That is just crazy to me. I didn’t plan my own wedding that far in advance and every one of my siblings and my husband’s siblings have been quick planners as well.
It weirds me out a little bit, planning things so far in the future. There are so many “what ifs” that can happen between now and a year, two months, three weeks, and two days from now. So much can go wrong, so much can go right. The number in my family can change drastically, or I could be taken from this earth. Anything can happen, and that thought can cause quite the anxiety if one lets it!
This verse is always in my mind:
Boast not yourself of tomorrow; for you know not what a day may bring forth. – Proverbs 27:1
In other words, remember that tomorrow may not come. Not to say I won’t plan, but I won’t “boast” in those plans, I will not go forward without remembering that every day is a gift and none are owed to me. I will plan these weddings but I will also make sure my husband knows where I keep my contracts, just in case!
A lot of our house finishing and organizing projects have been on hold for a long time. Life just gets away from you… bed rest, hospital, NICU, newborn, baby, toddler… Kayleigh’s still destructive but she’s getting older. Organization has been done here and there over the past couple of years. I re-did the “lower” room earlier this year. Took out the little school desk and the little book shelf, brought in a long table that E splits in half: half for school, half for Lego. Storage space under. New shelving for books rather than stacks and boxes. Of course, those are already full. In the “center” room, Steve finally closed up the space under the stairs. There’s a door there now and inside a cart for toilet cleaning supplies, toilet paper, diapers, etc. Kids’ room was done real nice not long before Kayleigh came home from the hospital and now they have bunk beds and a series of plastic drawers for both clothes and toys. I’m sad that they don’t seem to make these drawers anymore, as we could use another stack. The similar ones they make now are smaller and more cheaply made. Thinner. Thankfully, despite her breaking of many smaller tubs (hence the moving of E’s Legos to another room), she hasn’t broken any of the drawers… knock on wood. The living room is pretty well organized but often messy thanks to Kayleigh’s need to drag out all her toys and my aversion to folding laundry. I’m allergic. Can’t help it.
Today I started upstairs. Our room is largely the worst. It started out well enough but when you don’t spend any time in a room during the day, you just tend not to think of it. Plus, with our house being a story and a half, there’s the whole slanted wall issue to think about. Over the last couple of years, our room has been pretty neglected, filling up with stuff that needs to be up there, but not organized. Not anymore! I got rid of some stuff in one section and moved some tubs back in but I think my first real project is going to be getting rid of the desk that we have up there. Really, it’s cheap, parts are broken, and we never sit there. Then I’m going to organize the dormer that it’s in. We have a ton of electrical books from Steve’s schooling that he still sometimes refers to so I can’t pack them away permanently. Then there’s all his hunting and fishing stuff and my purses (though I have gotten rid of A LOT) and shoes for both of us…. and some memory books and items that I’m keeping for the kids.
SO, ideas on organizing a dormer? Maximizing storage yet still making it accessible is the ideal. 38″ wide, 49 1/2″ deep, 5′ 4″ tall for the center 32″…. hmmm…!
Ideally I should probably move my yarn upstairs but I’m afraid!!
So the 100th anniversary of the sinking of the Titanic was last month, April 15th, actually. It’s been a while, but over the years I’ve done a lot of reading on the Titanic… yes, before that movie. Seemed like I must have done 3 reports on it throughout school, including college. Guess I had a knack for being assigned this subject. However, even with all that, I never actually read A Night to Remember all the way through. I subscribe to that Amazon Kindle daily deal email and when the anniversary came around, they offered this book for, I think, 99 cents. Of course I had to buy it.
It’s been really good so far. It’s not like the other things I’ve read, it’s not like reading a newspaper article or documentary, a research project, it’s more personal. But it’s not fiction. And the thing is, though, I’m only something like 11% into the book and already it’s very moving. I mean, I know the ending, I know that approximately 1,514 people died… 68% of the people on the ship…
So I just want to cry even more, because, well, I’m a parent now. So I keep thinking about all those poor little children, especially. Yes, it’s been 100 years, but that doesn’t make it any less tragic. I just keep thinking… how do you spend those last few minutes? You know you’re going to die, you know your children are going to die. You don’t want them to be scared, but what can you do? This is where that scene in the movie pops in my head – it’s always been, to me, the most tragic part, the piece that says it all – where the 2nd (or 3rd) class mother is telling her two little children a story and tucking them into bed and the water’s just pouring into the ship. How do you do that? How do you make a drowning in ice-cold water easier on them?
Gosh, when you’re a parent, everything hits you differently. Sure, when I saw that movie for the first time in 1997, that part was sad, but since having kids? It kills me.
Not where you thought this post was going, huh? It’s just really bothering me right now. You do everything you can to protect them, I can’t imagine being in such a hopeless situation like that.
Either way, I know I’m gonna cry my eyes out but I’m going to force myself to read the whole thing anyway.
Really, it just reminds me, too, that every day is a gift. None of those people on the ship expected they wouldn’t make it to their destination, surely in the end they realized it, but when they boarded that ship, for many it was off to a better life, they had no reason to think they wouldn’t arrive. Just like us, heading out in our vehicle and what not, we could meet our end at any moment, too. So I’m gonna enjoy the time I’ve got. Prepare for the end, but spend my time wisely and enjoy the ones I love. Hope you will, too.
Sometimes I just have to sit in awe. Really. I look at my babies and I think, how is it God saw fit to bless me with two as such as these?
Everyone’s talking about him, why shouldn’t I? :P
By now the world (that has access to television, radio, and the internet) knows of Heath Ledger’s passing and I think that most of the people who know are surprised, though I wonder how many actually care.
Was he one of my favorites? Yes. Did I like all his movies? No. Did I see this coming? Yes. Am I surprised, though? Yes. Do I feel like he died too young? Yes. Is there a certain politician I’d love to trade him for? Yes.
The world, she still turns, and life goes on. He had all that money, the fame, and what to show for it? Just a beautiful daughter. He’s still dead. You can’t stop that, can’t buy your way out of that. Did he know that the combination of no sleep, sleeping pills, and (probably) pneumonia would cause him to go to sleep for the last time? Probably not. Was he surprised? I think so.
Just goes to show you, death is not only imminent, it is no respecter of persons. We all will die and unless you’re suicidal, we don’t know when that might be, it could be right around the corner. Make sure you have all your final arrangements in order, and I don’t just mean the funeral. Be prepared for that final exit.