I know Memorial Day is to remember those who died serving our country and has kind of morphed into a time to remember all of our loved ones who have passed away. And while I did remember these things (especially when my Uncle Chuck Marco Polo-ed him and Grandpa at Grandma's grave), I was grateful all day that I had an extra day with David.
As David says (and he says he likes it, by the way), I monopolize his time while he is home on the weekends. It is true and I'm very picky about what we do and don't do. I appreciate offers to do things with friends but if it means being away from David, its a no. So when the Pitt family invited our family to have a BBQ with them, I gladly said yes since we could all be together...and it helps that I like them so much!
I don't think I've blogged about their family before. I met Amy through church, was soon placed in the position of ministering to her, suffers from anxiety and issues that I do to, realized she too only had boys who -BONUS- happens to be around my boys age, and just is a perfect match for me in my time of life when it comes to friendship. Some friendships feels like you give more than they give back but I really think Heavenly Father guided the R.S. President in putting Amy and I together because we needed each other and we were both willing to give in this relationship. A sweet reminder that the Lord knows me. He knows how much friendship means to me in each of our moves. He always guides someone to me. Always.
After we left the Pitts, our family drove to the Provo City Cemetery where David used to work years ago (before and while we were dating). We did our usual finding of graves that were either babies/children or soldiers that had no flowers on their graves. This year I got all of our family enough pinwheels for us all to decorate a child's grave and a solders. It was special for David because he was able to decorate a friend's (that he grew up with) grave. He has had so many of his childhood friends die at an early age, so I feel grateful we were there with him as, I'm sure, he reflected on his life and how very easily it could have been his story.
When I found this above grave, I knew it was mine to decorate. The year is not right, but the month and day is my sister, April's, birthday. I think of her often, wish we lived closer together, and well, I just need her.
And then another sweet reminder that the Lord (and my sister) loves me. We were walking back to the van to leave the cemetery when I got this picture through a text from April. April is one of the few people who know what the time 11:11 means.
When I was single, I had this fear that no one would ever really know me. I mean, really know me. I confided in her one day that I loved the song, "Unkown" by Chely Wright because, though my lyrics might be different, it was how I felt. This song of needing someone to know all the little things that make me, me. There is a line in the song that says, "I say a prayer at 11:11." So every time I see that number on a clock, I think of that time in my life. So afraid of being unknown. And April always thinks of me. Awww, can you see why she was my best friend for years until David came into my life?
Again, the Lord loves me.
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