There's not too many new pictures of Tucker anymore...I wonder if he's feeling left out. He is still the envy of all the other neighborhood dogs...but he has realized that 2 legs makes you alpha over 4 legs...Mr. Tarheel takes extra time to make him feel special every day.
Tomorrow is the Final 4. Beginning at 5:47 PST, UNC plays Kansas...if you mute your TV during the game and listen intently, you will hear an echo in your ear...it will be a southern drawl, screaming for her team...all the way from Enumclaw. You can take the southern girl out of the south but even in the Northwest, the sky is still CAROLINA BLUE!
It will be different this year....she'll be holding her dream come true...Baby Jack. The brainwashing has begun...yes, little boy, she says....UNC will be National Champions again....She says that every year until they lose and then she just starts the count down until the next year. But this year....they really will be National Champions!
A wonderful holiday is fast approaching...Mother's Day. It will be the first one in many years where I will wake up happy and smiling. Yes, last year, I was pregnant on Mother's Day but it was still early and not many people knew yet. Mother's Day for infertiles is a day filled with sharp knives piercing your broken heart, over & over & over. The thing you want most in life, a baby & being a mother, is celebrated & rightfully so. But it is such a reminder of the loss you are experiencing on a day to day basis. So to anyone still out there in the trenches of infertility...do whatever you can to hold your head up high and keep putting one foot in front of the other on that day...you don't have to make excuses for being sad...it's a difficult path. Hang in there!
So I'm wondering, what will Jack (or Mr. Tarheel) get me on Mother's Day...I've dropped hints so we'll see. I was sent the wonderful story about Mothers...enjoy!
The young mother set her foot on the path of life. 'Is this the long way?' she asked. And the guide said: 'Yes, and the way is hard. And you will be old before you reach the end of it... But the end will be better than the beginning.' But the young mother was happy, and she would not believe that anything could be better than these years. So she played with her children, and gathered flowers for them along the way, and bathed them in the clear streams; and the sun shone on them, and the young Mother cried, 'Nothing will ever be lovelier than this.' Then the night came, and the storm, and the path was dark, and the children shook with fear and cold, and the mother drew them close and covered them with her mantle, and the children said, 'Mother, we are not afraid, for you are near, and no harm can come.' And the morning came, and there was a hill ahead, and the children climbed and grew weary, and the mother was weary. But at all times she said to the children,' A little patience and we are there.' So the children climbed, and when they reached the top they said, 'Mother, we would not have done it without you.' And the mother, when she lay down at night looked up at the stars and said, 'This is a better day than the last, for my children have learned fortitude in the face of hardness. Yesterday I gave them courage. Today, I 've given them strength.'And the next day came strange clouds which darkened the earth, clouds of war and hate and evil, and the children groped and stumbled, and the mother said: 'Look up. Lift your eyes to the light. '
And the children looked and saw above the clouds an everlasting glory, and it guided them beyond the darkness. And that night the Mother said, 'This is the best day of all, for I have shown my children God.' And the days went on, and the weeks and the months and the years, and the mother grew old and she was little and bent. But her children were tall and strong, and walked with courage. And when the way was rough, they lifted her, for she was as light as a feather; and at last they came to a hill, and beyond they could see a shining road and golden gates flung wide. And mother said, 'I have reached the end of my journey. And now I know the end is better than the beginning, for my children can walk alone, and their children after them.' And the children said, 'Yo u will always walk with us, Mother, even when you have gone through the gates.'
And they stood and watched her as she went on alone, and the gates closed after her. And they said: 'We cannot see her but she is with us still. A Mother like ours is more than a memory. She is a living presence.... ...' Your Mother is always with you.... She's the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street; she's the smell of bleach in your freshly laundered socks; she's the cool hand on your brow when you're not well. Your Mother lives inside your laughter. And she's crystallized in every tear drop. She's the place you came from, your first home; and she's the map you follow with every step you take. She's your first love and your first heartbreak, and nothing on earth can separate you.Not time, not space... not even death!
It's a little hard to see, but Jack has a Mommy-styled "faux" hawk...a play on the word Mohawk, but it's fake (faux) b/c he still has hair on the sides of his head. He's happy here, with his tongue sticking out. He's happy most of the time, unless he's hungry, tired, or bored.
