Happy Times

This week has been very busy and crazy. After it all and given time to rest and relax, I came back to thinking of my son Scott who is always on my mind. It is nice to go from busy busy, to moments when I can sit and reflect and ponder life. Thinking of him and looking at pictures of my two children who I adore bring me peace and comfort.

My dad decided to surprise us and come to visit. The last time we saw my dad was exactly three years ago when Summer was only a few months old. It was definitely nice to see him, and we had some catching up to do. It has always been an interesting experience when visiting with my dad, and this was no exception. Summer called him Grandpa Cruz. This was funny to us because my dad asked us when he saw her the first time as a baby if she could call him uncle. I think my dad was just in denial about the fact that he is now the grandpa and the one who should be settling down a bit. Anyhow, he seemed weirded out at first, but I think he has accepted the idea now. He stayed for four days, and we had many memorable experiences. One of which was meeting with the missionaries. My dad has been reading the Bible a lot lately, and it seems to have done some good for him. If anything, I just wanted it to be an experience that would make him think even more about his life. It was good to see him, and we will miss him.


Also in the last couple of weeks I have been sewing in my bedroom for extra light. Also this makes it nice because the mess is upstairs and not in our living room where it is seen by all. Bless Philip's heart for being so kind and supportive of my messy hobbies. He really likes things tidy, so I am sure it is hard for him to resist cleaning it all up. In the end he is happy to see my creations. This is the latest project I have finished for Summer to wear around church. A shirt and a skirt. I made a pattern for the shirt so it will be easier to make a second time. I hope to make one for my etsy shop. Anyhow, that is my crazy life in a nutshell.

The Mud Puddle

So, as many of you know I have been wanting to open a shop on Etsy.com for some time now. I have so many random craft ideas racking my brain. Finally I can now start selling them to people all over. At least I hope I do. The shop only has a few smaller items listed until I can figure out shipping on the larger ones. I think this is a great opportunity for me to share my hobby with others.

The Mud Puddle will consist of random crafts from small bows to home decor craft items. It all depends upon the interest I am having at the time. I have so many ideas, but I know I need to pace myself and see how the shop does before I go ahead and make a ton of stuff. Anyhow, feel free to check it out at http://www.themudpuddle.etsy.com/ The favorites section off to the right in my shop is just a bunch of shops that I really like, along with items I would love to have. Also the etsy mini on the side of my blog gives you an idea of what is in my shop. Hope you check it out sometime.

Remembering Moments

Yesterday was a day that I just could not stop thinking about Scott. I kept thinking of the experiences with him trying to remember every feeling and moment with him. Sometimes I feel like I am forgetting exactly what it was like to be holding him and smelling him. I picture it in my mind and think back to that day, but it is just not the same as actually holding him. I am so worried at times that I am going to forget something about him. That is the last thing I want to do, so I am constantly thinking of him and reminding myself of how it was and will be.

I have to thank the Scott's for a very special DVD they made for us with several pictures and memories of Scott at the hospital. They did such a nice job with music and everything, that even on a good day it makes me cry. I watched it a couple times last night. It really helps to have something special like that to help me feel like I am in the moment again. This is why I am so grateful for the DVD and other items of memorabilia that we have. It helps to make me feel closer to him. I just can't wait to hold him again, because it will be so nice. I don't know what is better than holding our children as much as we can. They need it too.