A Silver Anniversary and celebrating a Golden Age

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I’ve been mulling over the events of last Saturday in an effort to find words that can convey the joy that filled my heart that day. It was a  day of time travel, tears of laughter, the warmest of hugs, and analog video.

So, some back ground information its needed to fully comprehend the significance of this day. First, our class never has had an official high-school reunion. This, along with a myriad of reasons, caused many of us to lose touch. Thankfully, Facebook was borne into this world and I was able to re-connect (however odd that social media connection might be) to many of the class of ’93. Second, one particular group of friends were wonderfully  creative  and made movies on what is now looked on as archaic video equipment that Hipsters of today would chop off their man-buns to get their hands on. Yes, in 1993 we were the geeky group making videos, but I prefer to believe that we were just ahead of our time. (cough, cough)

Fast forward 25 years and it was decided to celebrate this wonderful cinematic silver anniversary and have a viewing party. All original players were invited, a viewing would take place, and there would be much rejoicing.

I’m not going to lie, I was a nervous wreck heading there. Driving from Grand Rapids, I had three hours to obsess over seeing people I haven’t seen in literally a quarter of a century. Insecurities ticked away with the miles . . . reminding me that I no longer look like my 18 self. But when that door opened and I walked to that room, all of that completely left me. There was no room in my brain. All I could take in was the warm comforting love from so many people that, although I have not been with in many years, my heart remembered and cherished. We were reunited, and it felt so good. There were a few people present that I knew for all of my childhood. One going back as far as second grade. It is a blessing to be able to see them, hear their laughs, reminisce and remember. I am truly grateful for that day, and hope that we keep our promises the we will not wait until our Golden Anniversary to see each other again.

 

 

Parting shot

Well, 2016 decided to give me a farewell gift of influenza (now morphing into bronchitis per my doctor.) How thoughtful . . . and in character. New Year’s Eve was curled in the fetal position on my mom’s couch or in the guest bedroom. Instead of libations and toasts, I celebrated with fever and ague. How very Laura Ingalls of me. 

Super Hero Shawn has been taking care of all the things, even packing up Christmas. There are not enough emojis to do that man justice. 

Thanks to modern technology I was able to enjoy my SEVEN HOUR wait to see someone at urgent care at home. They send a text when your 20 minutes out for a wait. If I was more coherent, I would wax poetic about how amazing this is. 

Now I’m patiently waiting for the pharmacist to fulfill my drug cocktail so I can properly toast to New Year. 2017, I’m so glad you’re here. 

Peace Out 2016

Like the vast majority of us, I feel that 2016 was . . . . a bitch of a year. I don’t really want to rehash all the stress and duress that filled up the calendar, but let’s just say Team Colley is very much looking forward to 2017.

This has been a pretty quiet place for 2016, something I hope to rectify in the new year. I miss this space and hope to make it more of a priority. I’ve been writing here since 2007 and I think that this year it was, by far, the least amount of posts.

I finished up my third round of “101 Things in 1001 Days” back in November and decided to hold off for the latest re-boot to coincide with New Year’s. I’ve updated the page with my new list, if your so inclined.

Wishing all of  you only peace & love in 2017.

 

 

Happy Birthday, Shawn.

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Happy Birthday to my wonderful husband. Although things have been rough for Team Colley, I cannot imagine this life without you. I’m so happy to celebrate this day that brought you into the world. It’s definitely a better one with you in it. Thank you for always being my true north. I love you, honey. 

Sleepless in St. Charles

  
So I mentioned in my previous post that we are moving and that Shawn has been commuting on the weekends until we can sell the house and join him in Grand Rapids. 

As you can imagine, this has been hard for Joe. It’s been most prominent in his sleep, or lack there of. He goes to bed at his normal bedtime of 8pm without any problems but has been waking up in the middle of the night yelling for me. Sometimes I can get him back to sleep after a quick trip to the bathroom, others he is up for hours. He freaks out if I am not in the room with him and I usually end up using my mom-ninga skills to sneak out of the room. He’s been consistently waking up at least once a night since November, when Shawn started with the commute. He’s now getting worse  where he’s been up twice (or three times) a night. Out if sheer exhaustion, I’ve been having him come into my bed. This is something I have never done, unless sick, and I don’t want to make it a habit. (No offense to co-sleepers, just not my thing.)

 I’m at my wits end trying to figure out how to help Joey, but I’m at a loss. He’s also exhibiting some other changes in behavior such as clinginess and anxiety when realizing I’m not close (such as when I run upstairs to grab the laundry or something.) 

I’m really struggling with getting no sleep. I think I actually slept more when he was an infant! It’s making me less patient with him and adding  to the stress of solo-parenting while putting the house on the market. Any suggestions (and good sleeping mojo) would be so greatly appreciated. 

On the move  . . . .again

So, there has been a lot going on behind the scenes around here. 

 Shawn took a new position in November that’s in Grand Rapids, Michigan. He has been living there during the week and coming home on weekends. We’ve been trying to adjust and see if this could work long term, but it’s really too much for us to handle.

 The stress on Shawn and myself is difficult, but it’s hardest on Joe. He misses his dad terribly and it is affecting his sleep and made him very clingy/nervous. Up to this point, he has been flourishing here and it pains me to see him struggle with it. 

This has made us decide to sell the house and move so we can all be together. We’re so sad to leave our home, especially after all the work we put into it, not to mention our neighbors, friends and community that we quickly have grown to love. It’s even more heartbreaking to leave our family. I haven’t lived this close to my parents and siblings since I was in high school, and it’s been wonderful to have them be such a large part of our lives again. Joe’s had the blessing of having my parents around (even living with them for a time) and I know it will be difficult to not be so close. 

We just finished having some painting done and placed the house on the market this weekend. I dearly hope it sells quickly, I want this transition to be as quick and painless as possible. 

I’m optimistic that we will create a wonderful life in Grand Rapids. It’s a great community and reminds me of Madison, which we dearly loved. I’m looking forward to all of us being together again as well. Honestly, it doesn’t matter where Team Colley hangs our hats, along as we are with each other. 

Happy Birthday 

 

Happy Birthday, Shawn. You are the most amazing husband and father I could ever hope for. Thank you for sharing this amazing life with me. You are, and will always be, my true north. I love you. 

March for Babies 2015

March for Babies is coming.

I’m excited to say that Shawn, Joey, and I will be walking in the March of Dimes’ March for Babies again this year. As you know, we walked in Columbus each year to commemorate the twins, celebrate Joey, and help fund a cause near to our hearts.

Since we weren’t able to participate last year due to our move, I’m really looking forward to this year’s walk. We will be joining the Fox Valley March for Babies walk that goes on here in St. Charles on Saturday, May 2nd. I’m hoping that many of you will be able to walk with us this year, or lend your support in other ways. If you’d like to register to walk with us, or donate towards our team goal, please click hereIf you would like to create your own team, or find a walk in your area, please visit www.marchforbabies.org .

In addition, I will also be donating 100% of my commissions from Stella & Dot towards our team goal from now through May 2nd. So, if you’d already looking to spruce up your Spring wardrobe, or want to purchase something special for Easter Baskets or Mother’s Day, please consider shopping with me or being a hostess.

 

Dreaming . . .

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I have to tell you, I am beyond tired of this cold weather. Although it has not been quite as brutal as last year, I’m ready to throw in the towel. . . . or grab a beach towel and head south. As I sit here shivering in my shearling-lined slippers and clutching my cup of coffee for warmth, I can’t stop dreaming about warm beaches, playing in the sand with the little guy, and sipping something a little more frosty and tropical. Unfortunately, we are able to get away right now, so I guess I’ll just have to settle for throwing another quilt on my lap and snuggle up with Joe to watch Thomas and Friends.