Go Rest High on the Mountain

Just a week ago we came back from the beautiful Black Hills of South Dakota for a family reunion for my extended family. It was actually more fun than last year, if I do say so myself. We have the reunion at a Lutheran church camp tucked away between two mountains with a little mountain lake for canoeing and plenty of photographic opportunities. DH and I were able to relax on the front porch of our cabin in the afternoon and play guitar, with a perfect 75 degrees, fresh pine smell, slight breeze and no one around but the birds and chipmunks. It was magical.

Every year on the Saturday night, we have a talent show and DH and I played guitar and sang a couple songs. My song was "Go Rest High (on that Mountain)" by Vince Gill. If you don't know the song, it's about the person saying goodbye to a loved one, lamenting the day they were put to rest. Go rest high on that mountain/ Son your work on earth is done/ Go to heaven shoutin'/ love for the Father and the Son It's an emotional song anyway, but I always think of both of my grandmothers and now both of my grandfathers who have passed away, one most recently as February this year. So I thought of them and starting tearing up and could barely finish the song. Music is very powerful.

At the end of the talent show portion, one of the ladies got up to talk about the joy of children and let us all know that her son is expecting another. At this point I lost it and had to run out of the room bawling. Poor DH, the only thing he can do is to hug me and he knows there's nothing that can be said to fix it. So we hugged alone in the hallway as I bawled. After everyone was done there, we all went to have a campfire. As I walked back to the campfire, one of the staff ladies from the camp asked if I was okay and then gave me a big hug, affirming that I was there with God and He would take care of me. Hugs and God are very powerful.

The next morning after breakfast we headed back upstairs for a family-led church service. All was going well until the cousin leading the service talked about how he had prayed that God wouldn't take him until he had children. Instant tears because that's how I feel. Please don't take me before I've gotten the chance to live a full life.

Then it was time to leave that beautiful part of the country and head back home, back to reality. It was a great time and I got some much needed exercise hiking. I also got some inspiration and a kick in the pants to get back to the baby-making business. My gyno and I are going to try birth control for a little while to get the hormones back on track. I'm also watching what I'm eating and trying to get that back on track after the move. Sometimes you just need a little push in the right direction.

Well that about does it for today. I will leave you with a link to "Go Rest High" and I hope you love this song as much as I do. Thanks for listening.

Nouveau Départ

Hey everybody. I can't believe it's been since April that I've written. I guess I just didn't have anything new baby-related to talk about. I guess I still really don't have anything baby related to talk about. We've kinda put things on hold in that department to get other things figured out in other departments. Sometimes you have to shut down part of the store to work on renovations and improvements.

There have been a couple things that are new. I know I talked about getting a house, and as most of you know, DH and I did buy our first house at the end of May and we've been steadily getting settled in. We've been put through some trials in the first month of home-ownership, such as repairing the AC and the fridge. Be careful what you wish for, I guess.

Another thing that's new is that actually just this morning I accepted a position in a different department, which theoretically will be less stress and same pay but now will be Monday through Friday (currently my schedule is Sunday through Thursday) and the hours will actually be later. I figure I'll give it a shot for a while anyway.

Some other things that are new: my sister's fiance, the restaurant down the road a half mile, and the Aurora Borealis (which we tried to see tonight but weren't able to).

So anyway, I've made an appointment with my gyno again because I'm 90% sure I've got a cyst again. Not that I'm usually one to self-diagnose (just kidding I do it all the time), I am experiencing symptoms similar to when I had the one burst the day of our friends M and H's wedding. I'm hoping there is some sort of therapy, like birth control, that she'll be able to prescribe to help with the hormones and get me back on track. In the meantime I've decided to live vicariously through others with children. Ya know, get as much practice as I can.


I will leave you with a website full of neat things about viewing the Aurora Borealis.