a weekend at home

Since April, we have rarely been home. So I have to say it was really nice to be here for the entire weekend and get the things done that have been on our list for months.

Friday night we had dinner over at our friend Todd's new house and watched the Olympics (go Phelps! What an adrenaline rush!) Saturday we woke up and got productive. We purchased a new bed frame, which looks totally cool (they delivered it today and Ted put it together), we picked out our new Carpet for the 2nd Floor and have Lowes coming to measure next week, we bought two new shutters that I ran over a few months back when they fell off from a storm, I put Miracle Grow in my potted flowers, Ted played 9 holes of golf yesterday and 18 holes today, I cleaned two toilets, my stove and wood floors and had a super fun dinner with our friends Ashley and Justin on Saturday night at a great Mexican restaurant..Virgin Strawberry Daiquiri and all.....I even went grocery shopping today. Not just to the "market" where for the past 4 months I have bought everything, I actually went to the "real" grocery store. Then wiped the dust off my I-pod (haven't turned it on in months) -downloaded some new songs (I love John Mayer's remake of Free Fallin) and went for a nice, long walk....

This weekend turned out to be productive, fun and relaxing. The only negative part are these darn nightmares. They won't go away. A part of me doesn't want them to go away because they pretty much always star my Parents however I always wake up in disappointment and realize they are still gone. Last nights dream I was at my old cabin in Harrison, MI. My Father was in the dream and the whole time I wanted to hug him and say all of these things to him but the dream wouldn't allow it-I remember when he left he wrote this letter on how to close the place up, left some cash and oddly enough left pictures of my Mother for some reason. My brother was in the dream and guns were involved but no one was hurt. I do remember me locking myself in the bathroom and trying to call 9-1-1. The operator told me it would take 2 hours to get there due to the distance. I woke up in a panic.
Some dreams are my Mother making it and me walking into the hospital room and she is sitting up (devastated, but alive). I hug and tell her I will be there for her and how as a Family we will get through this. But would we have? To be honest, I cannot even imagine what life would be like had my Mother or Father survived one another. I am not sure they would have survived without each other. On Earth they never were apart and I just hope in God's plan that he had for them, was for them to never be alone and that meant they would die together.