My goal for 2018 is to run 2,018 miles. Or at least 18% of 2,018 to beat last years.
I know there was one day I worked out, but didn't immediately write down the mileage. "I'll remember to write to down later." I foolishly told myself. Famous last words. I didn't write it down so therefore it doesn't count.
While big brother is off dominating the wrestling mat and big sister is gearing up for college prep classes, li'l sis is back home learning the fundamentals of home life hardware.
Same parents. Same DNA, genetic makeup. Same upbringing.
And yet...
Every family has
The Athlete:
Sunday, January 21st -
4th place finish at Archbold Wrestling Tournament
Sunday, January 28th -
3rd place finish at Wauseon Wrestling Tournament
The Scholar:
Bree is in the gifted math program, is in the top 8 in her grade for AR points, finds science fun, and earned the Citizenship Award for being an awesome human being. It might actually be more technical then that but it is an award granted to only 12 students out of the whole grade and she made the cut. That is pretty awesome.
This past weekend, the hubs and I made a quick jaunt down to Florida to visit his grandparents. The weather wasn't great, but the conversation and stories that covered a lifetime made up for it.
In the short amount of time we were there, I managed to read three books! Although that sounds impressive, one of the books was a fifth grade reading level and didn't take much brain power to plow through. However, the message from the second book is one that will stick with me for quite some time. So many passages forced me to dog-ear the page so I could come back and reread over and over again. But there is one specific chapter that I never want to forget. The message is one that I live myself with the prayers, signs, listening, and following of God's will in my career choice. A choice that I do no regret. And a true testament of how good God is when we faithfully follow.
An excerpt from 'The Lucky Few' by Heather Avis:
What I did not know then is that ease and normalcy and niceness are not as important to Jesus as obedience, perseverance, and sacrifice. I didn't know then that easy and normal and nice would do little to build my character or make me a better and more complete person. Somewhere off the rose-petal path where easy, normal, and nice bloom, true beauty lives in the muck. But only the lucky few of us who step off the path will find it. My luck began when God picked me up off the comfortable path I had paved for myself and drop-kicked me into the mud. In the beginning, all I wanted to see was the grime on my clothes and the dirt on my hands. But because of God's grace, I finally stopped looking for a way back to my own plans. And the farther I stepped from that pretty path of easy, normal, and nice, the more clearly I could see the beauty he was creating all around me. Far from my simple expectations, I discovered a richness and depth of life available to everyone. I began to trust. In fact, I no longer needed to see the beauty ahead of me in order to take a step toward it. I began to walk in the wilderness of God's love, and with each step, I watched his perfect will for my life to unfold around me. Today I'm aware of all the time I have said no to opportunities God has placed before me because I think I'm not rich enough, equipped enough, talented enough, strong enough, or crazy enough to say yes. All the times I have mistaken good things for bad. All the times I have allowed the opinions of an ignorant majority to guide my thinking instead of looking to Jesus and his heart in the matter. I wonder how many times we, his children, choose a comfortable no over a terrifying yes - the kind of yes that will lead us to the only place we should ever long to be: in the arms of Jesus. Today I can see I was created for profound experiences far beyond the reach of simple expectations. So were you.
During the 2016 Christmas season, the kids and I worked daily on making beaded icicle ornaments. These beaded beauties were then delivered to our local hospital where the cafeteria workers would distribute them to the residents via their meals trays on Christmas Day.
This isn't the first time we've done something like this.
Back in 2011, Bree and I (and a very tiny Jacob) made 2x4 turkeys for the patients at Rainbow Oncology.
And in 2012, we made and delivered Valentine oven towels:
and floral Easter Eggs to Rainbow Oncology as well.
Thanks to Pinterest and its plethora of ideas, finding generous ways to give back is very easy. And thanks to the crafty talent that flows through my veins, I am always eager and willing to do so. And even greater thanks to the Lord above for the ability to stay at home and have the time and finances to make these donations come to life has truly been a blessing. Especially when teary-eyed nurses pay compliments like:
"Thank you. The patients really appreciate things you've dropped off. It means a lot to them that you take the time to do this."
It fills your cup, it fuels your fire, it drives you to want to do more. However, little did I know we were missing a big piece of the puzzle.
At the beginning of this Christmas season, as everyone was busy thinking up and searching for items to put on their lists, I was presented with a Christmas request per my father-in-law. Instead of a physical gift for himself, he wanted us to use that money to go out and brighten and bless someone else's day, someone who needed that ray of hope more than himself.
Well, that part was easy. The kids and I had worked together to make over 120 beaded candy canes that we were going to drop off and donate as we had in the past.
But this was a Christmas request... a Christmas gift per say. Simply dropping off a donation would not suffice. Just as we can't wait to see the pure joy, excitement, and thankfulness on a loved ones face when presented with a handmade gift so should this be an opportunity to truly give of ourselves, to sacrifice our time, to bring joy not just with a present, but with our presences.
Our presences.
That's what we have been missing in all our years of donating. With simple, small changes in traditions, the holidays can be filled with the glory of God in unimaginable, soul filling ways.
So on Christmas morning, we loaded into the van and headed to Brookview Healthcare Center to hand deliver 78 beaded candy canes to the residents as well as 15 candy canes and lottery tickets to the dedicated nurses and staff.
Jacob (in true boy fashion) delivering a candy cane:
Gabrielle delivering a candy cane:
A few days later, after it was all said and done and sunken into our brains and hearts, I sat down with the kids to talk to them about their experience:
Merry Christmas, Dad Dominique. We hope you enjoyed your present and may it inspire you carry on the Spirit with your presence throughout 2018.
Wrestling Tournaments. Once a Month Gifts. Monster Jam. Windsor. 166 boxes of Girl Scout Cookies sold. JBO's. Disney on Ice. Beauty and the Beast. Marvin's Marvelous Mechanical Museum. #GiraffeeWatch. The Henry Ford. Ideal Hot Dog Birthday. Nickelworld. Outback Game Night. Detroit Experience Factory. D & S Deconstruction and Rebuild. Virtual 5K - 40:32. 6 mile Bike-a-thon. Grandpa/Father/Son Tigers Game. Shrektacular Day Camp. Garage Sales. Conquering Childhood Cancer Color Run. Mothers Day Flowers. Sauder's Camping. Mongo Family Canoeing. Free Summer Movies. Relay for Life. Harrison Lake. Drive-In. More Garage Sales. Cheboygan, Michigan. 4th of July at Marble Lake. July Community Dinner. Holly ER Visit with Stitches. Zip Line Towers. Dayton Day Trip. Hocking Hills. New Preschool. Official Soccer Mom/Dad. First Demo Derby. Apple Cider Slushies. Detroit Tigers - Homerun Bunt - Game. Soccer Star. Volleyball Player. Harrison Lake Halloween Weekend. October Community Meal. Jake Swims Under Water. Grinch Musical. Thanksgiving 5K. Back to Wrestling. Ornament Exchange Flue Fire. Community Christmas Lunch Prep - 4th year. Nursing Home Candy Cane Distribution. Delta Wrestling Tournament. New Years Eve Game Night.
Last December 31st, I set a goal for myself to run 2,017 miles in 2017. I knew in all reality that I was not going to obtain that goal, but I was curious to see how many exercise miles I would complete. The year is over, the tracking is done, the results are in.
In 2017, I completed:
358.72 miles*
That is 17% of 2,017.
I cannot say whether that is good or bad because I've never tracked how much I exercise for an entire year. But that's the awesome part about starting a challenge like this. The longer you do it, the more growth you see in yourself. Here's to a New Year starting tomorrow and accepting the 2,018 miles in 2018 challenge!
Are you in?
My year in miles:
January - 52.25
February - 46
March - 53
April - 52.75
May - 33.5
June - 27.5
July - 10.25
August - 41
September - 15.5
October - 7.5
November 16.5
December - 3
*Random strolls, biking through the neighborhood, even the walking around campground miles did not count towards my goal. Only set aside, taking care of me exercise miles were logged.
When I worked at the public library, one of my favorite things to see was elderly people bringing in notebooks filled line after line with every title of book they've read. And while I idolize these elderly people, I will not keep a notebook full of titles of books... Simply because my children will write in it and ruin it all. So instead I will keep a running list in my email draft section and post it at the end of the year. And as long as the internet never crashes, I will have my list as the years go by.
In 2017 I read: 1. Present Over Perfect 2. Total Money Makeover 3. Detroit Disassembled 4. Forgotten Landmarks of Detroit 5. Abandoned Planet 6. The Hardest Peace 7. Looking for Lovely 8. Antelope in the Living Room 9. Sparkly Green Earrings 10. I want my Epidural Back 11. This Life I Live 12. Everything, Everything 13. And It Was Beautiful 14. Home by Harlan Coben 15. Rise: How a house built a family 16. And Still She Laughs 17. Sasquatch Escape (Read Aloud with Jacob) 18. The Shepherd, the Angel, and Walter the Christmas Miracle Dog 19. Unofficial Guide to Walt Disney World with Kids 2017 20. Lonely Lake Monster (Read Aloud with Jacob) 21. What were the Salem Witch Trials? (Read Aloud with Bree) 22. Rain Dragon Rescue (Read Aloud with Jacob) 23. Love Unending 24. Captain Underpants #1 (Read Aloud with Jacob) 25. A Child Called It 26. The Lost Boy 27. Captain Underpants #2 (Read Aloud with Jacob) 28. The More of Less 29. The Christmas Box 30. The Magnolia Story 31. Pioneer Woman Come and Get It 32. Mr. Dickens and His Carol - currently reading 33. Life in a Jar - currently reading
A few years ago, I read the book "My One Word" and quickly jumped on the 'one word' resolution bandwagon. And just as the book describes, God worked and wove His way through my life and morphed my word into something more than I could have imagined. For example:
In 2015, my word for the year was:
The intentions behind my word was to finish off the multitude of projects in my plate that was half done and to get the other multitude of projects off the back-burner and brought to life. While some of that did happen, 'Accomplished' became so much more. That year I had the highest program attendance in the history of the library. Ever. I spoke at a district wide conference to help bring awareness of awesome resources available in our community. I, along with help from various people, completed 10 sessions with a personal trainer, got involved with the Wauseon Community Dinner, converted our bedroom closet to a craft space, and went on our first ever vacation alone with Jim since kids were born. It was a very accomplished year - beyond what I ever could have imagined.
In 2016, my word for the year was:
My intentions may have been a bit morbid. I have a firm grasp in the Biblical truth that my days on this Earth are numbered. While I can hope that I will live a long life with plenty of time to impart my wise to my children, the fact remains that even tomorrow is not guaranteed. So my goal with 'legacy' was to focus on what I want to leave behind. A recipe book full of my favorite recipes, handwritten, complete with tips and changes I made. Photo albums all up to date. But once again, God had other intentions for my word. By December 31st, 2016, against all prior notions of what I thought was in store for my life, of what I thought my children would remember of their childhood, I became a full time, stay at home mom.
I did not choose a word for 2017 but I'm back on my game for 2018 with:
I have some pretty hardy goals set for 2018 not to mention a 2019 Disney trip that we have not started saving for. It is going to take a whole lotta Grit to get to the finish line. But with God I can get there and exponentially further!
Houses need decorating. Cookies need baking. Presents need wrapping. And all on top of the hub-bub of normal life.
Mistakes are bound to happen.
Like last year when we forgot to buy stocking items for the children and didn't realize it until nearly Christmas....
Oops.
But that little mistake turned into the newest and bestest tradition to date.
(photo from 2016)
Just days before Christmas, we loaded the kids up into the car, headed to the local Dollar Tree, and handed each child an envelope containing $15. It was explained that they each had enough money (including tax) to buy their siblings and parents 3 items each for the stockings. They were free to browse the store on their own and choose items by themselves, using their knowledge of each other.
It was a blast sneaking around the store, hiding the items in your basket when passing each other, running out of the isles so no one was the wiser of what you picked, or subtly dropping items near each other as hints.
First there was the year we skipped the traditional Thanksgiving turkey and had hobo stew instead.
2015
And then there was the year I said:
"Hey! Wanna do a 5K Thanksgiving morning?!"
2017
The joy of the holidays aren't really in the food. Its the togetherness and the memories and the stories you tell. So if "home is where the heart is", then traditions can be wherever we are together - even if that means pounding the pavement in 28 degree weather on a holiday morning.
She got fancied up with a new dress and shoes and was pampered with a hairstyling. We had something big in store to celebrate her but we weren't spilling the beans to her just yet. By default of Bree's friends and cousins being busy with the holiday weekend, Jake got to tag along and had to get gussied up too.
After a very wet 2 hour drive up to Detroit, we arrived at Fox Theatre for the Broadway production of 'How the Grinch Stole Christmas Musical'.
Bree received so many compliments on her dress and hair from other people attending the musical. Needless to say, she felt very special on her big day.
Then it was time to come back home for games, dinner, and cookie cake!
I just love Bree's expression in this picture.
She hadn't seen her cookies cakes until that point. At which she discovered that I had them put every variation of her name that friends, family, and teachers call her. However, the 'Gab' part was supposed to be 'Gabi'.
Happy Birthday my strong-willed, natural born leader, book worm, adventurous souled daughter.
