Friday, April 10, 2009

Reminiscing

Because our home is pretty tiny, Jack's room has doubled as a storage room for quite some time.  We always do our playing out in the living room, and he's not old enough to care that we use his space for storing our overflowing amount of stuff.

But that changed yesterday.

I was seized with a great NEED to clear it out (This has happened before.  I don't know how it collects so much stuff so fast, but I think it might be a lifelong battle).  So all day yesterday I sorted through clothes (his and mine), put a limit on the number of shoes I can own at one time, and created a heaping pile of items to take to the thrift store.  

One of the things that I sifted through yesterday was a box of letters and cards that I have been saving.  Notes that people have written me, valentines, and letters.  There were some from 1993!  I've saved them because at some point in my life, they have been significant. 


While Jack was taking his nap and the cleaning in the actual room was put on hold, I brought out the box of letters and began to sift through them.  

Many, many letters from my mom, dad and Lizzie.  Written while I was a summer camp counselor, living in Colorado with Annie, or away at college. Cards for birthdays, graduations, and our wedding. 

Some from people I don't even remember, some from now-broken friendships, and even one from an old boyfriend.

It is a common misconception
 that I did not date anyone before Andy.
  Mostly because it was kind of a joke. 
Less than two months,
 and mostly because... 
well...
 I don't know really.
  Maybe just because he asked. 

It didn't really make much of an impact on me.
  I remember
an awkward trip to the zoo,
 getting lost on a hike,
 and actually using the phrase,
 "I think it might be better if we were just friends."
 We weren't friends.

I saved the letter for Andy
 to read when he got home from work.
We both had a good laugh
 at the poor grammar and
my only attempt at boy-girl relationships before him.
  The positive outcome
 of that one prior relationship
 is that Andy and I now have a first kiss story
 that makes us laugh every time
we talk about it.
Maybe, if you ask real nice,
I'll tell it to you some time.

I truly am a words person.  I love compliments and I love the way you can make words work for you.  Because of that, it was hard to part with so many things people had taken time to write to me and about me.  

I did saved some, from significant phases in my life.  I kept ones that brought back memories, made me laugh, and reminded me that at some time in my life, I have encouraged and supported friends. 

It was also fun to remind my sister of what a goof she is.

On the envelope of one letter she wrote me: "Rah rah ree! Kick him in the knee!  Rah rah rass!  Kick him in the other knee!"

When I told her about it over the phone she laughed and laughed and said, "I used to say that all the time!" She has now promised that she will revive it.  I don't doubt that she will.

In the spirit of reminiscing, Andy took a stroll down memory lane last night too.  Every time we drive by the Skate Deck on our way to Costco, he tells me stories about how he used to be the most awesome skater and how much he loved it and who he bought roses for... you know, the whole skate deck scene. 

Well last night, our church rented out the whole place for Children's Ministry.  Andy tried to take Ellery to the last one, but it didn't work out.  So this one has been on our calendar for weeks.

We picked Ellery up and she could hardly contain herself.  I tried to warn Andy that she might collapse into tears after her first tumble, but he was optimistic.
!
(Can you even stand Andy's hunky arms!  Oh man!  What a tough guy!)

It turns out that he was right.  She LOVED it.  She skated with Andy.  She skated with me.  She skated with the woman dressed like a giant peep and she even went around by herself!  


She fell.

She got up.

She laughed.

She skated some more.


By the end of the night her face was red and sweaty.  The only tears came when it was time to go.  

We were all impressed with her skills on wheels.  But my favorite part of the evening was when Andy pushed me around the rink (even though it was against the rules).  I felt like such a teeny-bopper.


Prior to pushing me he also did a lap with Jack in his arms (which Jack loved and was also against the rules). After giving me and Jack rides, he cruised around by himself.  Then, the announcer got on the intercom to remind everyone of the rules: "Please remember: no skating with children in your arms, no pushing others on their skates, and no cross... [I don't know what they called it, but it was the fast kind of skating]."  I think they were just reminding Andy.  My oh so good, bad boy. I love it!

His hunky arms, his great attitude and willingness to fudge on the rules for the sake of a good laugh all contribute to my wearing this last night. 

Yes, my husband does indeed ROCK.

3 comments:

Jason, Allison and Elliott said...

I am so impressed with your skating adventures. What a great picture of you and Andy!

Sarah said...

That sounds like so much fun! We went rollerskating a few weeks ago, too! I don't think I'd been for years, probably since middle school. I took Maggie for a lap but she wasn't nearly as good as Ellery. Her legs went every which direction, but I guess it's kind of to be expected since she's not even two.

emilyruth said...

that is so fun!
you guys are too cute:)

for my 30th birthday my sister threw me a party at the local skating rink..
it was so awesome...
nothing had changed!
i love that...

& once again
i have to tell you how much i love your 'side notes'
oh my goodness
genius.
:)