So I realize that this is probably not the re-entry into the blogging world that our loyal followers (all three of you) were hoping for, but today I felt a little inspired. Nope, not to post the coveted belly shot - partially because according to Thomas I look more pregnant in my bum than my belly anyway. Also, no pictures of our awesome Hawaiian adventure - maybe later but probably not. I am blogging again because of two memories and an admonition.
Admonition: I know I am supposed to keep a journal - I am terrible at it. I used to be an avid journaler but as with many things that I used to do - I don't any more. Further, I remember hearing a story about early leaders of the church who left the church. It went something like this, "If the early leaders who apostatized from the Church had kept journals, they would not have apostatized. They fell because they forgot what they felt. " That concept has always stuck with me although I don't often act on it.
Memory #1 I have this friend in Corvallis whom I love, who used to blog like a journal almost. Just little bits here and there - disjointed maybe but so insightful and so her. I loved reading her blog although I am no longer invited because she has gone private and I am too lazy to request and invite - Robyn, you rock!
Memory #2 Today I worked on refinishing a changing table - mostly sanding. I took a small break, while Seth was using our ultra-loud tile saw, to iron some shirts. Three smells hit me simultaneously: saw dust, gasoline and the steam of the iron. I felt like I was my grandma Della, every multitasking in her glorious mustard colored sweatshirt and denim work pants. Descending those steep, dark stairs to her freezing sewing room that smelled like the the iron was always on. Refocusing on a sewing project helping Grandpa Tom in the shop. It made me so happy I almost cried. I don't want to forget that. Also, I would probably name my little girl Della if it wasn't too weird to have a Tom and Della as kids as well as grandparents. Who know, maybe I will.
7 comments:
I say do it...it's an awesome name!
It's amazing how smells can remind you of memories. I'm glad you shared. Della is pretty sweet and only you guys know it's your grandparents, well I guess we all do now but you know. I bet they'd get a kick out of it in heaven.
I got your email. The book will be in the mail soon. We'll chat soon.
I LOVE YOU! You SHOULD post more because I love the updates!
Indeed you should name your girl Della. I too have a Grandmother who had a profound impact on me - her name was Milda. To have both a fantastic Grandmother and a fantastic name? Priceless.
And here's another good reason to journal -- as I've been devouring books on Church History lately I have been struck with the impression that if we don't leave behind a personal record of our own thoughts, intentions, experiences and motives, they are subject to the opinion of others.
And I don't know about you, but I can't think of anyone who would do me justice :)
If you don't name her that, I'm going to call her that anyways. Just sayin...
I loved you Grandma Della, she was so amazing. I will always remember all the bangles she wore on her wrists, I wanted to be just like her. I also had so much fun hearing about the trips you guys would make. Love you lots, Elise.
Very inspiring thoughts. I just might go update my blog...just might.
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