Friday, December 10, 2010

E. Smart verdict


Back in the year 2002 a few days after our first anniversary we were on vacation in So. Cal, we were settling down in our hotel room for the evening and watching the news about a 14 year old girl that had been abducted from her home not very far from our home in SLC. I distinctly remember saying out loud to Chris as we watched the coverage, "This is terrible, I wish there was something we could do to help them." I think we talked a little more about it, maybe Chris even told me there was a connection to the family in some way. But, I had no idea how this young women would dramatically impact our life. Chris left to fly back the next day while I continued my trip, when I came back Chris was already heavily involved in handling the media for the family.

Over the next nine months I saw my husband perform incredible feats to help the Smart family. I can honestly say I've never seen anyone work as hard as I saw Chris work. He was sleep deprived, emotionally drained, but completely loyal to the Smart family through it all. It was humbling to watch. For my part in it, I can honestly say I grew up during that time. I missed my husband terribly, but was also fiercely loyal about my husband's support of the family and the family in general. And now eight years later as I watched Elizabeth making her statement to the media after a guilty verdict was announced with Chris nearby in the background, I was so proud. I was proud of her and yes, also a little proud my dear husband.

Ready for Christmas

Are you ready for Christmas? I'm not, there I said it. I have no list that I have been working from, which for me is a major red flag. I haven't really settled on everything I'm doing, instead I'm just kinda letting it happen...I know, recipe for disaster. I'm at that point in the season where I have these occasional moment of realization that I may be in trouble and then I just go back to loading the dishwasher or whatever I had been doing before. Ya, I'm in trouble. So, if you run into a week from now and I can barely hold a conversation longer than two sentences before fidgeting, you'll know it's because I'm buried. If I'm lucky I'll get our Christmas cards out and gifts for the boys wrapped and ready. There you have it, my list. Wish me luck.