The Wonderful World of the Weenigs

Today my beautiful daughter Hailey turns 14! I can't believe it has been fourteen years since she made me a mommy. Since the moment she was born, Hailey has kept us on our toes. She is intelligent, spunky, fun, and sassy. There is never a dull moment when she is around. This year she has started high school and seminary, attended her first Homecoming dance, and joined a new club soccer team. She is so busy with her life that we barely see her anymore. We love being her parents and having the opportunity to raise such a beautiful daughter who tries so hard to choose the right and be a good girl. Has the prettiest hazel eyes Always on the go Infectious laughter Loves her friends Energy to spare! Yikes! We can't believe how old you are now! We love you Hailey!!!

So I hope you will all forgive my for my little rant/rave/pity party post earlier this week. I can't tell you how much my spirits were lifted by all your sweet comments. One of the reasons I was having such a hard time is because of my sweet sister Amanda. She is a beautiful, fun, charming, amazing mother of three of the most gorgeous children in the universe. She is also married to an addict. Her husband has been battling addiction to prescription pain meds for four years now. He is currently in detox and will soon be heading off again to rehab. I grew up with three sisters and we are incredibly close. Amanda is the sister just younger than me...the golden girl of our family who was born after my parents lost a son to stillbirth. She has the cutest dimples and is so fun to be with. She is one of the most loving people I know. To have to watch her endure this trial is heartbreaking. Amanda has decided to share her journey on her blog. If you have any words of wisdom for her or have been through a similar situation, or if you simply would like to offer her your support-feel free to visit her blog. I love you Mo...and I amazed by your strength. ***The other reason for my bummer week I will post about soon. It is just a health issue of mine we're trying to figure out. I'm still waiting.

This year Spencer decided to join the Cross Country team at school. Having inherited his athletic (or should I say, UNathletic) gene from me, we were a little surprised and very happy. He practices twice a week and has a meet every Thursday afternoon. Luckily, Rachel is there to cheer her son along as well-so the boredom of sporting events doesn't overwhelm me! I'm a fan of my kids, but not a huge one of sports-so watching their games/events if a bit of a sacrifice on my part...but enough about ME! At the first meet, it was hotter than h***, so I was very proud of Spencer for toughing it out. I was a little worried about how he would feel about coming in very close to the end, but he just smiled and said, "I did it! And I wasn't last!" I love this kid. If only we all would have a little more of that attitude about life. I think sometimes we hold back from trying new things because we think we won't be very good at it, but you know what? All that matters is that we try. Way to go Spencer.***Thank you all for your kind words and prayers. My spirits were lifted. I will update you all as soon as I have further details on the situation. Still waiting.

Do you ever have one of those weeks that everything seems to be hitting at once? I'm feeling a little overwhelmed with various things that are happening right now (details to follow). I was trying to think of something fun to post about and couldn't. The silly stuff seems trivial compared to stuff I'm dealing with. Why is it when life seems to be moving along great, that you are hit with trials? I know that's why we are here-the purpose of our mortality-but sometimes I'd rather life just be fine and dandy all the time. I think the most frustrating part is the waiting. I'm sort of in a holding pattern with things and I would rather just be faced with it and be able to deal with it, rather than wait. Also, someone very near and dear to me is going through an unimaginable hardship and there is nothing to do but offer lots of love and prayers. I know this makes zero sense to all but a few of you-but it's my journal and this is my life. Sorry for the pity party.