Mom's Letters: This one's for Ali.

Monday, January 14, 2008

This one's for Ali.

One thing that I have become infamous for is rearranging and changing my house around frequently. When Ali lived close she used to love watching Tyler walk through the door at night to find big changes.. the look on his face is usually the same- "Ooooohh. Anne's been busy". It is a classic, which I love! He rarely minds what I do, and usually ends up liking it. And has come to understand that this is just part of what I like to do.
Most recently I redecorated our bedroom and Ali wanted to see it. So I took photos of all the rooms I have changed a bit since she left six months ago... I miss you sis, and look forward to seeing you in March! XO XO

3 comments:

Melissa said...: Anne, your house is so cute!; January 15, 2008 at 10:38 AM
Ali said...: Wow - you've been busy! I LOVE your bedroom....and your living room looks amazing! I can't believe I've been gone so long I haven't even seen Luke's new bedroom set. I'll dedicate a post to you soon.....miss you! seriously, I do!
ali; January 15, 2008 at 7:05 PM
Chad Carly and Baby Cash said...: love your house. you've got your mom's touch.; January 17, 2008 at 3:17 PM

Mom's Favorite Quotes

I don't want to drive up to the pearly gates in a shiny sports car, wearing beautifully tailored clothes, my hair expertly coiffed, and with long, perfectly manicured fingernails. I want to drive up in a station wagon that has mud on the wheels from taking kids to scout camp. I want to be there with a smudge of peanut butter on my shirt from making sandwiches for a sick neighbors children. I want to be there with a little dirt under my fingernails from helping to weed someone's garden. I want to be there with children's sticky kisses on my cheeks and the tears of a friend on my shoulder. I want the Lord to know I was really here and that I really lived." — Marjorie Pay Hinckley

"The biggest mistake I made [as a parent] is the one that most of us make....I did not live in the moment enough. This is particularly clear now that the moment is gone, captured only in photographs. There is one picture of [my three children] sitting in the grass on a quilt in the shadow of the swing set on a summer day, ages six, four, and one. And I wish I could remember what we ate, and what we talked about, and how they sounded, and how they looked when they slept that night. I wish I had not been in such a hurry to get on to the next thing: dinner, bath, book, bed. I wish I had treasured the doing a little more and the getting it done a little less."

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Monday, January 14, 2008

This one's for Ali.

3 comments: