When you’re safe at home you wish you were having an adventure; when you’re having an adventure you wish you were safe at home ~Thornton Wilder~
Here’s a teaser of MrPages and the Orphanage Soccer Team:
It’s good to have him home.
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March 2007
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March 31, 2007
March 28, 2007
After thirteen and half years of marriage, I am sitting here with butterflies in my stomach. I am so nervous about seeing MrPages again.
I feel like I’m on my first date with him again.
I fussed over my hair: three hairstyles, before I settled on one.
I fussed over my clothes, changing them twice.
I fussed over the house, cleaning everything I could.
Now I’m sitting here, not quite knowing what to do, my stomach fluttering away, my hands actually shaking…
My heart is like a singing bird
Whose nest is in a watered shoot;
My heart is like an apple-tree
Whose boughs are bent with thickest fruit;
My heart is like a rainbow shell
That paddles in a halcyon sea;
My heart is gladder than all these
Because my love is come to me.
Christina Rosetti
1 hour, 16 minutes, 33 seconds…
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March 28, 2007
Overheard at My House – Theory of Relativity
Posted by Jennifer under Overheard at My House[2] Comments
Einstein: Time goes slower as the speed of light is approached.
MrsPages: Times goes slower as MrPages arrival approaches.
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March 27, 2007
The key to everything is patience. You get the chicken by hatching the egg, not by smashing it. — Arnold H. Glasgow
I’d make a bad farmer!
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March 27, 2007
But the waiting time, my brothers,
Is the hardest time of all.
Sarah Doudney
(Psalms of Life–The Hardest Time of All)
~31 hours and counting~
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March 25, 2007
“I wonder what Piglet is doing,” thought Pooh.
“I wish I were there to be doing it, too.”
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March 23, 2007
Every morning after MrPages left, the LittlestPage, who is 22 months, walked out of her bedroom, raised her little arms, palms out, and asked, “Where Daddy?”
I told her he was on a trip to Nicaragua.
She would repeat her original question, apparently not pleased with my answer. I gave her the same answer and she would grimace at me and then walk away.
On Monday, after just five days, she stopped asking about him.
In fact, she hasn’t mentioned him much since then, even when we play the short video messages that MrPages left for all the children. “That cute!” she says and then walks away.
This evening as after-meal cleanup chaos ensued, the Littlest Page dragged out her coat and put on her shoes. She came over, looked up at me and said, “Zip my coat up.” I absentmindedly obeyed her request and smiled as she turned to walk away.
Suddenly she turned back, looked up at me with those deep blue eyes, so much like MrPages, and announced, “I go on trip to see Daddy. I go Nickawogwa!”
Blessed indeed is the man who hears many gentle voices call him father! (Lydia Maria Child)
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March 22, 2007
I am a romantic. I love romances. Not the sleazy kind that is mostly what you find on the shelves today, but the old fashioned kind like Jane Eyre and Pride and Prejudice. The ones where the heroine finds her soul mate and they are forever happy.
Enter MrPages. He was and is handsome and dashing. He lived a little on the edge, but not enough to be dangerous. He was the consummate gentlemen, always willing to hold a door open for a lady or stop and help a car stuck in the snowbank. He was my everything.
Now, our marriage hasn’t been easy. MrPages has had to learn to live with me, and I with him, although I imagine his job has been much more difficult. I have a lot of poor coping skills. And I’m a woman. And he’s a man. And well, our marriage hasn’t always been easy, but it’s always been there.
We’ve known each other for 22 years. We’ve been a couple for 16 years and we’ve been married for 13 1/2 years. For the last thirteen years, we have been rarely apart, and for the last seven years, MrPages has worked from home.
On the few occasions when he travelled for business, we would spend at least an hour every night catching up, talking things over.
He left last Wednesday and I didn’t have any contact with him other than a short email, and the blog, until Sunday afternoon when he called to tell me about the tragedy. We couldn’t really talk. The phone line was lousy and I was shouting at him, just to be heard. And we were both in shock.
The last three days since the call have been horrific. I have been an emotional basket case. My children are laying low, trying to avoid the tears and I haven’t eaten anything in two days. I miss him so much and it hurts so much, and I got angry.
I couldn’t figure out where the anger was coming from. I thought I was jealous of his trip. I thought I was resentful that I hadn’t had a vacation in several years. But tonight I realized I wasn’t angry that he was there and I wasn’t. I was angry that where he was I wasn’t. A part of my soul was ripped out of me, and I couldn’t connect with it all.
Tonight my techie sweetie arranged an internet chat room (sounds kind of sleazy!?) and I got to pour it all out to him. He is so gracious and understanding. Not only is he dealing with all this stuff, but he’s also dealing with my stuff, long distance. But it was so good to connect with him. To see his words come up on the screen and imagine sitting beside him in the cafe.
And tonight I laughed with my children. Tonight I smiled as I tucked them into their beds, long past their bedtimes because we stayed up chatting.
Tonight I will not cry myself to sleep. Tonight I am a little more whole than I was yesterday.
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March 19, 2007
Part of the agreement MrPages and I made was to write from both perspectives – him away in a mission trip, me at home with five children 10 and under.
I have been strangely silent for two reasons.
1. I did not want to interrupt my husband’s beautiful blogging style. It’s almost like being right there with him.
2. I feel like I’m being petty. I’m the one who suggested this trip. I sent him off with my blessing. I was so excited for him. So why am I so angry at him for being there?
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March 15, 2007
Well, we got through our first day. Not an easy feat, considering the Little Pages were up at 5am yesterday morning and only two managed to nap!
I snapped my own light out at 10:30pm only to have the Little Page’s cries erupt ten minutes later. I lay in the dark, exhausted and simply whimpered over my options. Suddenly her cries stopped. She slept almost 11 hours. This is highly unusual for her, and I snuck (is that a word?) into her room with just a little bit of worry this morning, but all was well. Life is good!
Mr Pages planes all arrived safely on time, according to the various airline web sites I’m assuming that means he arrived safely as well.
The Little Pages and I were wondering what he will be eating for lunch.
We discovered that Gallo Pinto is a dish that most Nicaraguans eat daily. Fried rice, onion, sweet pepper, and red beans boiled with garlic are all mixed and fried together. He will also be able to try fruits such as jocote, mango, papaya, tamarind, pipian, and fresh avocados and bananas (not like the ones that travel thousands of mile to grace our local produce department)
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Oooohhhhh! We are so envious!
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March 14, 2007
We struggle in our home with too much computer time. We struggle with the amount of time that emailing and blogging and surfing and computer games should take in our home.
However with one click of a mouse we can learn that MrPages has safely arrived in Minneapolis.
What an amazing world we live in.
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