Friday, July 10, 2015

A Fabulouth Fourth

But for the highlight of the holiday, you must go HERE. 

Wednesday, June 24, 2015

To my daughters

Little Miss Lucy and Zoë June,

Before your birthday month gets away from me, I wanted to write down some thoughts about both of you to keep my birthday letter tradition alive.

Lucy, you would have turned NINE YEARS OLD this past week. 9! What a big girl you would be. How tall would you be? Would you be patient and nurturing and mommy's little helper? How sassy would you be? I try, but I just can't quite picture exactly what your personality would be. I wonder what you'd be interested in. Biking? Singing? Dancing? I know I am guilty of painting a mental picture of you that is close to perfection. You'd be helping me with the younger kids, blonde and beautiful and cheerful all the time. You'd excel in school and be kind to everyone. It's easy to do this when you aren't here. And while I know you would be all of these things, I know you'd have your struggles and weaknesses, heartaches and disappointments. I just wish I could experience it all with you. It breaks my heart. It's a pain I'm learning to live with, adapt to, but can't focus on for too long or it will get me off track with the task at hand. The task of raising your brother and sister. Man, it takes energy.

But I want you to know something, Lucy. I feel like I am finally at the stage of "accepting" that you died. Seven years later, and my head and heart have stopped fighting with the facts. You are gone. Tragedies happen in life. They happen often, and to a lot of people. And they happened to me and daddy. But this is life. We think the picnic would be perfect if it weren't for the ants and the wind, but the ants and the wind ARE the picnic. They are life. We start on a road and want things to go smoothly, for the scenery to be beautiful and the car not to have any problems. But we encounter roadblock after roadblock. "If only all these things weren't in my way, then I could keep going and get back to smooth sailing and life again." But those roadblocks ARE life. Your death IS life. It is all part of life.

Of course I still miss you. Of course I still cry occasionally and yearn to see you with your siblings, but I have made peace that you are gone...that another birthday for you has come and gone and you weren't here to blow out your candles. This is life.

And Zoë, oh Zoë--you little spit fire. You have gotten SO big. You act like a teenage girl sometimes and it kills me. The way you sing "You're going down, down, down" while strumming Peter's guitar. The way you flirt and laugh and tease. You adore your big "brudder" even though the two of you fight like crazy. Fight, play, fight, play, fight,

"Pink!" is what you would say anytime you were asked what you wanted for your birthday. You wanted a pink flower cake and mommy tried her best to make you a decent one, but I was pressed for time. Eh, you're only 3, you loved it, you probably won't remember how fancy it was. (or wasn't)

Something I truly love about you, Zoë, is how sincerely and often you express gratitude. "For ME?! REALLY?!" You get so excited about the littlest of things. You remind me that life is a miracle worth celebrating. It amazes me the way you thank me every time I get you food, or open  your door, unbuckle you, or get you dressed. You, with your cute little lisp, "Sanks, Mom." Oh, I just treasure you!

Both of you girls are absolutely beautiful. You both have/had remarkable hair, perfect pouty lips, and deep blue eyes. You are my pride and joy, my sweet June babies. My heart will surely burst the day I see you together again for the first time.

I love you forever and ever,


Tuesday, June 2, 2015


Took a trip to the big apple and bean town last month. 

It was heavenly. 

Saw friends. 

Saw shows. 

Saw friends in shows. 

Ate food. 

Walked A LOT.

Tried to get into Jimmy Fallon show. No go. 

The weather was heavenly. 

I loved spending time alone. It fed my soul like a redneck at Chuck-a-Rama. 

Took a bus to Boston. 

DELIGHTED in my nephew and niece. 

Went to a rock show that my brother judged. 

Walked around the historic city, as usual. 

Breathed it all in. 


Wonderful brother. 

Amazing sister in law. 

Laughed a lot. 

Cried some. 

Missed Lucy. 

Went to hot yoga with brother. 

Went on some runs. 

Walked the Minute Man trail in Concord with Vic's cousin and wife. Love them. 

The weather. Did I mention it? 


Lost 6 pounds. Have gained it all back. 

Felt cute.  Loved wearing my new white, high-top Chucks. 

Had a great time. 

Missed Vic. 

Was a champ on the flights, mostly. (We've talked about the fear of flying that I have developed after Lucy died, haven't we?)

Want to travel the world every second. 

Love my family and friends. 

LOVED the musical "Something Rotten". LOVED. 

Seeing a bestie dressed as a gorgeous woman in drag in "Kinky Boots" was a trip. He was fantastic. 

I laughed. I cried. It was better than "Cats."

Wednesday, May 27, 2015

Because You've Told Me I can't Quit


I'm busy. So busy. Yet, what am I doing? I don't really know. My life involves a lot of cleaning and running around, feeding little mouths and trying to be a good wife (have we talked about how hard marriage can be? HAVE WE??)

This blog is nowhere close to the top of my "to-do" list or even on my radar. But you crazy, awesome, wonderful readers and friends write to me and tell me to keep going. So here I am. I'm interested to see what is going to come out of my heart.

For starters, we just survived the 7 year mark of Lucy's death. SEVEN. YEARS. I have lived for 7 years without my dear daughter. Zoë and Peter have lived their entire lives not knowing their magnificent sister. Yes, it still hurts. Yes, we still cry tears and are in disbelief at times that she is not here, our firstborn and radiant blonde cherub. But you know what? We aren't the only ones to have lost a child. We aren't the only ones to lose a loved one, to grieve, to sorrow in our hearts. Whether its a death, infertility, divorce, depression, hunger, abuse, or hopelessness, the entire human family will not come out of this life unscathed. Our situation is not unique. This is something I've learned since Lucy died. There is no fairytale ending or happily ever after, there is only learning, growing, forgiving, and loving. And it's WORK. But I am not afraid of hard work.

Speaking of work, I'm in the middle of several exciting projects. If you follow me on Instagram (@smallyspice) you know that I recently certified to teach "Let's Play Music". (this program is seriously too legit to quit). I will be teaching ages 4-6 in the Fall in Park City. Please send students my way! I'll be doing free sample classes at the end of June if you'd like come see what it's all about.

I have some other projects up my sleeve that are keeping me either busy or stressed thinking about how they should be keeping me busy.

Most of my energy the past few weeks has been spent "in my head", a mental battle of self improvement and awareness.

Today, I was introduced to the blog A Blog About Love and have been devouring it. The passion with which the author blogs reminded me how healing and therapeutic sharing on here is for me. So though I didn't share anything too specific or profound, it's helping me sort through my thoughts and feelings.

Much more to share later. So much more. Until then, take care of your heart and your loved ones and don't be afraid to work. You can't quit either.

Monday, May 18, 2015

I believe in Angels

If you believe in nothing else in life, believe in angels. Believe in love and humanity, compassion, and the transformative power of service. I personally know a few angels and one of them is named Jennie Towery. If you have closely followed my blog, you might remember she was the Relief Society president ( the women's organization in my church) when Lucy died. She sewed Lucy's burial dress ( without being asked), organized every detail of the funeral, and even saved some of the fabric from Lucy's burial dress in case I had another girl and she made Zoë's blessing dress out of it. Every year, for 7 years now, she ties ribbons on Lucy's tree in the park, (the tree was a gift from my Peter Pan cast) as well as around our home. She even drove to my parent's house last May in SLC and we woke up to see pink Lucy ribbons everywhere. Last night, while getting ready for bed, we saw a car pull up in front of our house. Jenny and 2 of her kids were armed with pre cut ribbon,ready to decorate our house for our Lucy sweet. 

Today marks 7 years since she choked. 

Jennie was taken off guard when we opened the front door ( tears in my eyes) and although it was bedtime for the kiddos, we jumped in the car to join her at the park to tie more pink ribbons on her beautiful flowering crab apple tree. 

There is so much in life I don't know. There is so much I'm uncertain of. But I believe in visible Angels. I believe in love. I have been saved by love-- again and again

Monday, April 13, 2015

SpiderMan Party Details

I really brought my A game this year in the party department. Some years I just don't care. Buy a cake, throw up a banner, and let the kids run around and play games. But I have to say, I've really missed having home decorating and improvement projects (since we are living at my parent's place) and I threw all my creative energy into this party...and it was so much fun. Truly. I was so pleased with how it turned out and felt a great sense of accomplishment.

I wasn't trying to impress anyone or prove myself Pinterest worthy, I just felt the urge to go full out this year. I'd forgotten how satisfying it feels to be creative and see your vision come to life. I had so much fun staying up late working on the cake and all the little details.

We had a Spiderman tatto station, bags of homemade popcorn, homemade cake, cans of "spider webs" (silly string), spiderman strawberries, spiderman maze, pin the spider on the web, sprite, spiderman straws, and Spiderman rings for each boy on the cake.

Peter was in hog heaven and I think all his buddies loved it. I just wanted to share the fun. May the force be with you, or whatever Spiderman says. I'm so thankful that my son is loved by so many wonderful people.