Before we married in the Spring of 2008, there wasn’t too much discussion on where we would begin our lives together.  There was always the feeling we would end up in our small, rural community.  I am not sure exactly what it was, but it just felt like coming home even though it had never been my home.  We live in a pretty special place.  

That wasn’t any more evident in the last couple weeks when it came time for the middle school basketball tournament.  Our kids are like normal kids.  They make mistakes, they frustrate their teachers, annoy their parents, but through it all, they are loved through and through.  Saturday began the tournament in a town 20 minutes away.  So much better than the 60 plus minute commute we had for last year’s tournament.  At this first tournament it was primarily close friends and family.  In fact, my own family came to support Adam.  Look at these cuties:



My niece wasn’t too fond of the buzzer throughout the game.  She basically made me promise to warn her every time the buzzer would go off so she could cover her ears.  But they weren’t the only supporters, Adam’s parents drove over to watch kids they barely know.



But before this first game of the tournament, the parents of the players organized a breakfast for the players.  And for the first time in five years I was invited.  Again, our community support is great.ImageAfter the first Saturday game, both the boys’ and girls’ teams were able to advance to the Monday game.  Both teams won Monday night and then advanced to the championship game on Thursday.  This was the first time since Adam has been coaching both the boys’ and girls’ teams had advanced.  Pretty exciting!  

And it got a crowd from our community Thursday.


This isn’t even all of the crowd from Thursday night.  Of course there were a lot of people who were immediate family of players.  But there were a lot of people whose only connection was a zip code.  Very neat.

But even cooler was that both of our boys’ and girls’ teams won.  Both.  One game they came back to win, the other game was a nail biter.  Seriously.  My nails were bitten down the cuticles.  





I may have little connection with the kids, but it was so neat to share in their accomplishment. 


For me the coolest part was to see the interactions on the court after the game.  Especially by these two:



ImageSo thank, from a non-native becoming a native.  Thank you for your support.   


Dear Baby Robb

*Today would was the date we were given when we would meet our second child.  Unfortunately, a few days later we were forced to deal with the fact we would not be able to meet our little one here on Earth.  *

Dear Baby Robb,

Today should have been a day of joy.  Today should have been a day of welcoming a new member to our family.  But instead, today is a day of “what-ifs”.  What if I would have been able to carry you full term?  What if I had been able to hear your heartbeat?  What if I and your dad had been able to watch you form into the baby we would later meet?  But most importantly what if I had been able to meet you today?  What emotions would your dad and I be feeling?  

Baby Robb, from the very moment we knew we were expecting we loved you.  We loved you like we could already hold you in our arms.  And we were very much hoping we could meet you.  It was just a few weeks later that dream was crushed.

In preparation for this big day I expect your room would have been ready for a few weeks by now.  I am sure there would be a quilt made for your arrival by friends and family.  While we wouldn’t have painted (because your dad and I love the color), we would have added touches of who we are as a couple into your room.  There would be pictures of your dad and pictures of me as babies.  Your changing table would have been a dresser used by me when you were a baby.  Your rocker would resemble the rocker your great-grandpa made.  And your high chair would have been used by three generations before you.  Your room would have been cozy.  And it would be complete once you were there to live in it.  Oh my, we were so hoping you would be able to enjoy it.

 I am sure there would have been multiple conversations on who you would look like.  Secretly I would have hoped you would have your dad’s dark and deep eyes and dark skin.  Even though your dad thinks his eyes resemble the color of poop.  Trust me, they don’t.  They are deep and sparkle when he’s up to something.  And I’m sure you would have been just an ornery as your dad.  Your dad, I’m sure, would hope you would look more like me.  Either way, you were going to be the most beautiful baby any one had ever seen.  

I am sure I and your dad would have sung to you while waiting for you.  Wondering what your voice would sound like.  Would you sound like me?  Or would you have a deep and rich bass singing voice like your dad’s?  Would our appreciation for music spill over you and cause a deep appreciation for music to develop in you?  If you inherited either my or your dad’s fingers, I’m sure you would play the piano and the viola.  And you master both instruments while developing your voice.  🙂

Your Grandma & Grandpa Robb and Grandma Swenson would be so excited to meet you.  I am sure your Grandma Swenson would have bought you several outfits including a swimming suit just because.  Never mind that your dad had already talked me out of buying toddler clothes for you before you would need them.  Your grandmas and grandpa would be so proud of you.  We would probably have to ask to hold you when they were around.  And I’m sure your Grandma Swenson would make the 30 mile one way tip to come see you just about everyday.  You would have brought them so much joy.

I imagine holding you for the first time and looking in your eyes, thanking God over and over you were here and for trusting me and your dad with your life.  Then I would look over and see your dad tear up, already incredibly proud of you.  We would be excited to dedicate you in our church.  Your mom and dad would have been big, blubbering idiots in front of the church.  And we wouldn’t have cared less.  We were presenting you to our church community.  A community we deeply treasure.  

Your cousins Lane and Sofie would be excited to meet you.  I am sure Sofie would want to hold you as soon as she could.  Lane probably would be poking at you and wondering when you would be able to play tractors with him.  Either way, your cousins would love you from the moment they saw you.  

My dearest Baby Robb, we will never know or fully understand why we weren’t able to meet you.  The hole I feel in my heart will never fully heal.  The only peace I have with not meeting you here on Earth is knowing your great-grandmas and great-grandpas are babysitting you up in heaven.  I can see your great-grandma Helen sitting you and your sister on her lap singing to you both.  

Baby Robb we can’t wait to meet you.  Your future brothers and sisters will be told about you and your sister.  


Mom and Dad



Snow Day, Row Day

Rowing has nothing to do with what we did today, but we did have a snow day.  And it was glorious.

This is what our cats did on their day off:



I, however, had a few things I wanted to cross off my list today.  One of them was to hang a new picture in our dining area.



Previously there was a vertical hanging and a shelf of what soon became nick knacks.  That wall was starting to become pretty cluttered looking and I wasn’t much of a fan.  Last Friday Adam and I were at Hobby Lobby looking for some items for a friend’s upcoming baby shower and I saw a canvas picture I thought would be fabulous.  And if I had to be honest, it was me that was looking for a few things for a baby shower.  It wasn’t Adam’s cup of tea…

Lo and behold the print was 50% off!!  But Adam wasn’t surprised.  He says things are always 50% off.  And he’s right.  But that didn’t keep me from being excited about my find.  I love the colors and how they tie everything together in our room.  Adam liked how easy it was to hang.



We, alright, Adam had to pull out a few nails from previous pictures and from the shelf I had hanging in the same spot.  Then it was time to measure for the nails and batta boom batta bing…





The dining area is pulling together quite nicely.  And you know how sometimes it’s all in the details?  The centerpiece on the table?  I like it.  A lot.



But here’s one more picture of the whole sha-bang.  I promise.  It will be the last picture.



And, yes, that is a tub of middle school boys basketball jerseys.  You don’t have any in your dining room?  🙂

Another item on my list of things to do was to use up some leftover bierock meat.  It may or may not have been in our freezer for a littler over for a year.  Trust me, it was still good.  



Something I didn’t know about my husband was that he makes square bierocks.  And here I thought I knew him.



See what I mean?  

And while we were inside being all productive this is what it was doing outside:



The cats decided it would be a good idea to go outside.  We didn’t even attempt to clear the drive knowing it would more than likely drift shut again this afternoon and even this evening.  Shoveling will most definitely be on our list tomorrow.  We have to go back to school sometime  Right?


While you’re stuck inside, what have you been up to?  Any baking or decorating? Or lesson planning? 🙂