Friday, August 31, 2012

Guess What I Just Did??

I just got back from the most amazing evening!  Yes, Mandy Patinkin.  Live.  It was SO FREAKING FANTASTIC.  It was fun--he sang the Hokey Pokey in Yiddish and he made us all dance.  Then we yelled Mazel Tov as he stepped on the wedding glass.  It was powerful--he sang "Being Alive," and "Children and Art."  It was perfect.

I have loved this voice since I first heard him sing as Georges Seurat in "Sunday in the Park with George," and then when he showed up on Chicago Hope, I started watching just for the occasions when he would visit his wife in the asylum and he would play the piano and sing.  Of course, I loved him from Princess Bride and Yentl, but he really doesn't get to use his pipes in either of those roles!

When he sang Archibald Craven in "The Secret Garden," my life was never the same.  "Race You to the Top of the Morning" melts me, and "Lily's Eyes" rendered me useless for hours the first time I heard him sing it.  And "How Could I Ever Know" breaks my heart every time I hear it.  His voice is so powerful and emotional.

And then, after an amazing performance, and only one encore when we could have stood ten, he came out on the stage and


"My name is Inigo Montoya."  (delirious cheering)
"You killed my father."  (jumping and screaming)
"Prepare to die." (BEST. NIGHT. EVER.)

And then he ran off the stage and that was that.

You can knock living in Provo all you want.  I don't even care.  Because I get to go to things like this. Often.  And it is SO WORTH IT.

Thursday, August 30, 2012

Adjusting to Change

When I was 18 years old, I moved out of my parents house.  The house I had lived in since I was nine.  I packed up the things in my bedroom that I didn't want anyone to mess with, took some clothes and some dishes and the quilt my grandma made for me, and my parents drove me to Provo.  I think I cried the whole way there, and I know I cried after they all left.  I was SO excited to get out on my own, but when the moment came to go, I was terrified.  I was lonely.  I didn't know any of my roommates.  I knew a few friends from High School around campus, but they had different schedules and different classes and different lives, and we didn't see each other much.  Oh yes, those were HARD times.

Well, last week my 18 year-old daughter packed up her things and took some clothes and some dishes and her collection of Pillow Pets and we drove her to the dorms and dropped her off.  She had a few tears in her eyes when we left, but I sobbed all the way to the car and most of the way home.  I stopped sobbing long enough to pay attention to the road, but when I pulled in the driveway, my sobbing began anew.  Loud, barking sobs that made my throat hurt.

I still cry almost every day, but just a few tears.  I cry when I see Kate's music sitting on the piano.  I cry when I make lunches and I don't make one for her.  I cry when I'm teaching because Kate won't have any more lessons from me.  And I cry because I know she is struggling.  She's on her own for the first time in her life,  and she is making decisions about how to schedule her time--when to work, when to practice, when to eat.

I want to help her.  I want to draw up a schedule for her and tell her if she'll just do all the things at the time I tell her to, everything will be OK.  But these are things she has to learn for herself, and if I do them for her, she'll never grow and progress.

Dennis and I have talked a lot about this kind of thing over the past few months.  We talked about it a lot when Paul moved to Alaska, and then when he went on his mission.  Did we prepare our children well enough?  Do they know the things they need to know to survive on their own?  We have reminisced about our first semesters at college (both VERY bad), and remembered our first years of marriage (happy, but hard).  We have talked about letting our sweet children struggle, and watching, able to help but unwilling to interfere.  And last night, Dennis actually said the words I had been thinking, "Do you feel kind of Heavenly Father-ish?"

Yes, I think I do.  I love them SO MUCH.  I miss them now that they're gone.  Things will never be the same.  But I want them to learn to take care of themselves, and that means letting them suffer the consequences of their decisions, and letting them feel the satisfaction of a job well done.  I hope they know I am here if they need me and I will help if I can, but a lot, A LOT, of the lessons that are coming their way are lessons they will have to learn on their own.  That's just the way it is.

So, here's to the newlyweds, and here's to my girl out on her own.  I love you so much.  I love you forever.  And you take my heart and my prayers with you wherever you go and whatever you do.  And it's OK to come home and ask for help, in fact, we WANT you to!  We can give advice and sometimes even money!  And we'll all gradually adjust to this new normal, and we'll all be better for the growth and change.

Right?  *sniff*

Wednesday, August 29, 2012

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Saturday, August 11, 2012

One Down, Three to Go!

Well, we did it!  We all survived Paul and Nicole's wedding!  In fact, it wasn't just survival--we had a wonderful, beautiful day.

They were married at noon in the Mt. Timpanogos Temple.  In spite of the 100+ temperatures and the temple being covered in scaffolding on three sides (plus the spire!), we had a great time with our FABULOUS photographer, Vell.  (Check out his work at Vellvet Images).  We got some great photos outside the temple, and then dragged our starving selves to Olive Garden for a delicious wedding luncheon.

 (FYI--Olive Garden was THE BEST place for such an event.  Affordable, delicious, and the staff was amazing).

And then, the reception. Oh!  The reception!!  Nicole picked out the MOST beautiful place for the reception--it was just lovely.  Flowers, trees, fairy lights, family, friends, and a brand-new married couple.  It was just a perfect evening.  My congratulations and deep appreciation to Nicole and her Mom and Dad for putting on such a great party!!

Now the lovebirds are off honeymooning, and we're all recuperating and eating lots of delicious leftover cake.  It really was the most perfect day, and I'm thrilled for my boy and his beautiful bride.

And now I am a mother-in-law.

Wednesday, August 1, 2012