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Kaleidoscope
December 9, 2008
I am in a weird mood today. I don't know what it is all about, either. I feel weird, at peace and overwhelmingly confident today. I have been thinking a lot today about a kaleidoscope of topics. I have been thinking about old friends...one in particular, that I have not seen since the last day I attended Wuerzburg American High School in December of 1998. I just realized as I was typing that it has been ten years. Ten years. Is that really possible. Ten years? While on one hand I feel like I just saw her, the other feels like it had been an eternity. Wow. Ten years since I said good-bye to her and all of my other friends in Germany. Isn't time amazing? I can remember that day like it was yesterday, but its so incredibly distant. I remember being so angry that we were leaving in the middle of the school year, leaving my friends and everything familiar...just to start over in two weeks back in Tennessee. I had never in my life been so close to a group of people as I was with my friends in Germany...especially her. I cried a lot that last day of school, but I had always hoped that I would cross paths with these people again. Many of you I have run into again in person, some I get the opportunity to visit with in our e-mails and posts here on Myspace or on Facebook. This is where I am so grateful, because if it wasn't for this method of communication, I would feel a void and a total disconnect from all of you.
They say you can never go back. I never really believed that until Leighton Barracks in Wuerzburg was turned back over to the German government this year. We won't get to go back to see things as they were. Our friends aren't there, our teachers have moved on and nothing is the same as we left it. In some ways I wish that things stayed the same, and in some ways I expect them to, but they just don't. They can't. The world, like each of us, is ever changing. Do you ever go back to a place and expect it to be exactly what it was, but it's so very different? That happens to me every time I go home to Milwaukee. Its all different. Things aren't as big as they once seemed, and people themselves evolve. This is great, but at the same time it can be slightly depressing. I tried to contact my friend from Wuerzburg over the years. I always felt very fortunate when I was able to get ahold of her. I felt like I was back in that space, in that timelessness. We would lose touch all the time, which is my fault as much as it is hers. Life happened to both of us. But for me when we would reconnect, it was like I couldn't get out of that space of wanting to think back on all those times in Germany when things seemed perfect. I lost contact with her again last summer. I just found today out that things were not perfect for her during that time. In fact quite the opposite, and speaking to me reminded her of a time in her life that she did not wish to reflect on. Not that I was the bad part, but I am associated with a time that she no longer wishes to revisit. Not knowing this for over a year broke me, because you all know how I pour myself into friendships. I could not understand what was going on, but after being told this today, it all made sense. I also have times in my life that I do not like to think of because it puts me in a tumultuous space. As I was telling a friend of mine today, when I think of these times I feel like I am watching a movie reel of someone else's life. I was not a good person. By the grace of God I was able to lift myself out of that place and move on, but I had to let go of those people that were a part of that time in order to do so. I know that I would not have been successful in my attempt to become whole again if I hung on to those relationships, and I now understand the space she is in. I understand not wanting to go back, even if it means I cannot be her friend anymore. I am okay with that as long as I know it makes things easier for her. When you care about people, sometimes you just have to let them go. You can never go back...but that is not always bad.
I have been thinking a lot about New York today, and all of the wonderful things that happened to me and my family while I was there. I have been home for just over a week, and I am aching to go back. I loved New York. From the minute I got off the train in Penn Station I was in a constant state of wonder. This city just drips with history, culture and vibrancy. It never stops. Its as alive at night as it is during the day. The people are not as I have been told they are. Every New Yorker I met was so nice to us, going out of their way to be helpful. I loved the smell and the crispness of the air. I loved the chill of it on my face. I loved watching Zachary's face as his eyes danced in such wonder. I loved the experience of it all. I really can't wait to go back. There are things I would love to do the next time like see The Dakota Building and the memorial to John Lennon in Central Park. I would love to go to Ellis Island or even a Rangers game. I think I might like to get married there. How perfect would that be? Any of it or all of it would be awesome. I feel so blessed to have experienced the city the way I did, and to have one of the greatest moments of my life happen on the 65th floor of the Rockerfeller Building when Tom asked me to marry him. It was all so wonderful. I keep looking down at this "souvenir" I wear on my left hand's ring finger, and I am surprised everytime I see it. I can't believe it is real! I keep waiting to wake up as though I have been dreaming! I feel truly blessed. The man of my dreams thought of everything, and most importantly he insisted that my son be there when he asked me to marry him. I know that I am so lucky in every way. I just don't know how it all happened! I do know that I cannot wait for us to join our lives together. I cannot wait for the day I can call him my husband. He is so special to me, words will never be enough.
Thank you, as always, for reading.
Love and hugs,
K
Engaged in New York
I hope you're all doing well! I know many of you have e-mailed me, curious about what happened in New York. Well, here's the story.
As many of you know, we had been planning to go to New York for a few weeks. Initially we were going to go to visit Tom's mother's family in Connecticut for Thanksgiving, and then go to New York in the days following. After talking to Tom's parents a little more, they decided not to go. Tom said, "Why let that keep us from going?"
We left Tuesday night and drove all the way through until we arrived in Parsippany, New Jersey. We had decided to save a couple bucks by staying there instead of paying top dollar for a NYC hotel. Wednesday night we went to a quaint Italian restaurant in Parsippany, and got to sleep early because we wanted to take Zachary to the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade.
Thursday morning we got up early and took the train into Penn Station and watched the parade for about 1.5 hours. We noticed that Zachary was getting a little anxious about going to F.A.O. Schwartz as we had promised him, so we decided to hop on the subway and take him to the toy store. We spent over four hours there! It was so much fun. Zachary was able to play with so many toys, while at the same time giving us an idea of what he would like for Christmas. Coolest of all...we got to play on the "Big Piano". I have wanted to do that since I was a kid.
After leaving F.A.O. Schwartz, we walked down 5th Ave and looked into some shops that were open. Before I knew it we were in Rockefeller Center in front of Radio City Music Hall and the entrance to the Rockefeller Building. Tom then suggested, "Why don't we try to get a table at the Rainbow Room, or the Rainbow Grill?" We walked up to where they sell the tickets for the observation deck of the Rockefeller Building and asked if there were any tables available. They told us that the entrance was on the other side of the building, they were booked up, and that they had a dress code. So Tom said he wanted to walk around to the other side and see what we could do, and we did.
Upon arriving to the other side, there were quite a few people ahead of us in line and the gentleman who was directing people told them that the Rainbow Room was booked up, and they were turned away. When we walked up, Tom told asked if there was a table for three available. The gentleman gave Tom a funny look, handed him a menu and said, "It's Thanksgiving, so the prices are a little higher. I just don't want you to be surprised when you get upstairs." Tom looked at the menu, closed it and handed it back and said, "We'd like to have dinner." The man was obviously surprised at this. We definately were not dressed to their strict dress code, but he walked us to the elevator and said, "Enjoy your dinner." I was shocked that we were able to get in.
When we arrived on the 65th floor of the Rockefeller Building, the host greeted us. Tom told him that we wanted a table for three. The host asked, "Who sent you up here? I am all booked up?" Tom told him that the gentleman on the first floor sent us up. The host said, "Ugh. Ok, check the coats and I'll see what I can do." Tom went to check the coats, and as Zachary and I were waiting there, the attitude of the two men standing at the door seemed to really change. One of them went to their Thanksgiving display and retrieved a small decorative turkey. He came back and asked Zachary, "Do you like turkey?" Zachary nodded, and the man handed Zachary the little turkey. The man said, "There ya go little guy. A souvenir from New York." Tom came back, and the host seated us.
The view from out table was out of this world. It was very hard for me to pull my eyes from it. The whole city was below us and the lights just sparkled. It was breathtaking. I got up to take a few pictures, and then the photographer offered to take our picture. I was really surprised when Tom said that he'd like to because he's usually not into all of that.
After taking the picture we went back to our table and the waiter asked what we would like to drink. I told him that I wanted a Diet Coke, and Tom then asked me if I would like wine instead. I looked at him funny when he asked me this because he doesn't drink, and never suggests that I do. I asked him if he was sure, and he nodded. "It's Thanksgiving, and we have a lot to be thankful for." I asked the waiter if I could have a glass of Riesling, and he told me that he didn't have Riesling by the glass. Tom then jumped in and said, "Let's get a bottle, and I will have a glass, too." This threw me a little, but I took it in stride because I try not to read into anything these days. It doesn't serve me well to do so.
The waiter returned with the bottle of wine, and a basket of various breads. When the waiter left, Zachary asked if he could have some bread, and Tom told him no. I couldn't understand why Tom wouldn't let him have any bread. He kept telling him that he had to wait a bit. Tom looked up at me and began to speak, but his voice was quivering. He said, "This has been the best year of my life, and I love you so much." I told him that I really loved him and that I was so happy. He then looked at Zachary who was sitting between us and asked, "Can I give your mommy a kiss?" Zachary grinned and nodded. Tom walked around the table and when he approached my chair he got down on his knee and removed a small box from his pocket. I gasped! I couldn't believe it! He then asked me, "Would you be mine for the rest of our years?" I shrieked, "YES!" I was overjoyed; crying and laughing at the same time. I don't remember ever being so happy in my life. I hugged him so tight, and all the while he kept saying, "Open it, open it." I let go of him and opened the silver box. Inside was the most perfect ring that he had made for me. It really is amazing.
Tom returned to his chair just in time for the waiter to come back to check on us. He asked if everything was ok, and I grabbed his hand and said, "It sure is! Look what he just gave me!!" He shouted, "Oh my God! This is great! You have to celebrate!" He ran to the bar and said, "Get me a bottle of champage! They just got engaged!" I could not stop smiling. We enjoyed our meal, and soon they brought out our desserts, but they didn't just bring the three slices of pie that we ordered...they brought us every dessert they had and more champagne! They spoiled us the entire night, and even let us get a picture with them before we left.
Needless to say after three glasses of wine and two glasses of champagne I was more than a few sheets to the wind that night. When I woke up the next morning I was afraid it was a dream, that it wasn't real, but I looked at my hand and the ring was there, and the man I love with everything I have was next to me. I couldn't believe it. I get to marry this man! This man who is so loving and caring and unlike any other soul I have ever encountered. He's selfless and thoughtful, and I am so blessed that I will one day be calling him my husband.
I know what many of you are wondering...so when's the date? Both Tom and I agree that we are in NO rush what so ever. We do want to buy a house together, so there are a few things to get in order before that happens. I asked Tom if we could have a small wedding, and he told me that we can do whatever I want, and that he would actually prefer that. It will probably consist of family and one or two of our best friends. The reason I want to do it this way is because I think that in larger weddings (some, not all) you lose sight of what its all about. This huge commitment becomes more about the drinks or food you're serving than the people who are dedicating the rest of their lives to each other. We don't want to lose sight of what we're doing, so I truly hope that no one is offended by this.
I have never in my life been so sure or so happy. I am just overjoyed and I feel so blessed. I used to wonder if I would end up like that scene in Bridget Jones Diary where she says that she fears she will die alone in her apartment, and eaten by wild dogs. I did think I would be alone, and honestly never thought I would get remarried. I am so glad I was wrong! :)
Thank you all so very much for all of your well wishes. I love you all and I am so lucky to have you in my life.
Love,
Kelli
For Her
September 11, 2008
I'm always fear I will wake up only to read
That your fire which once
Burned with the brightest light
Has given up the fight
Sometimes I am afraid
You'll not come home
And the world will be left to wonder
Where you now roam
Sometimes I feel ill
As I sit here next to my fear
And all my own demons
I wish sometimes I didn't have to understand
Sometimes I don't know
Why, oh why can't I...
Be there for you when you're scared
Be there for you when you're hurt
Be there for you when you're not
Sometimes I am afraid
Of what you will do...
And your star will fall not knowing
How much we all love you.
Is this what it looks like
When a star falls down?
After putting the damage on
for far too many years?
Is this what it looks like
When a star falls down?
Your life's song isn't yet sung
Somewhere over the rainbow it lies
It's hard not knowing what I should say
When your eyes, so inquisitive
Think I hold the answers
"Birds fly over the rainbow
Why, oh why can't I?"
I can only tell you
These shaking hands don't always know
But I can show you and love you
I'll be at your side, I will hold your hand
Through this hell
And all of it's fury
I'll be at your side
If only you'd let me
OPERATION: Snaggletooth
"Look what Aunt Amy made me!" Morgan Flynn said to his mother after receiving a tooth fairy pillow from his aunt, Amy Painter. At the time, no one knew what this pillow crafted out of love would become to not only young Morgan, but to the children of
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"We grew up with tooth fairy pillows," Amy said, "So I thought what can I do?" Amy decided to make the pillow out of one of Josh's uniforms. While her sister Dusty was out of town, she went to her house and sneaked one of Josh's BDU jackets, as well as a patch with the Airborne Wings embroidered on it. After collecting these materials, she took them home and began to make Morgan's tooth fairy pillow. When Dusty came home, Amy told her that she was done with Morgan's pillow. She gave her the pillow and said, "I hope you're not upset."
"I knew she wouldn't be. I knew any one coat wouldn't be more special than the other when it came straight down to the BDU jackets," Amy said. "I really did not anticipate all this at all. I did what she asked me to do, I made him a pillow. It was really intended just for Morgan."
Amy had only sewn the ends of Josh's name tape to the pillow, and they noticed that Morgan would use the name tape like a handle to carry his pillow. "It's something that he can keep. It really actually was made of his dad's uniform." Amy said.
"It's more than a tooth fairy pillow," Dusty added.
Amy completed Morgan's pillow in September of 2007.
Dusty approached her mother one day after several weeks of grieving the loss of her best friend. She told her she wanted to do something for the other children who had also lost a parent in
Dusty's mother, Cindy Chester responded with, "What do you think if we make tooth fairy pillows for all of these kids?"
"Oh my God! That's it!"
So they got together with Dusty's sister Amy to make sure that it was alright with her since it was originally her idea. They then approached their sister Mandy Stroud to see if she would be on board with the idea as well. They were all quite determined to make sure that no one was left behind.
For the four women, coming up with a name for their organization proved to be tricky. They threw ideas around the office, and were asking people they work with for help. They wanted it to include the word OPERATION in their name.
"I looked at Amy and I was like Snaggletooth!" Dusty said "So then, well we have to have a slogan."
After tossing ideas around they decided on "Fairies in Flight…No Tooth Left Behind" because Josh was a pilot, and because he always said that nobody is ever left behind.
Dusty was contacted by a nonprofit organization that was giving away laptop computers to the children of soldiers that lost their lives. When Dusty had met with her Casualty Assistance Officer, she had signed paperwork saying that she would allow nonprofit organizations to contact her to give Morgan gifts because they want to. She knew that there was a list of families who wanted to be contacted, but they needed to prove to the Army that their intentions were good, and officially become a nonprofit organization.
Once they had their list, they began the process of contacting the families of fallen soldiers. Each family receives a letter offering heart felt condolences for the loss of their soldier, and a form which they can complete and send in to the organization. Families who have lost a soldier can also contact the organization and request that a pillow be made for their children.
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As I was getting ready to ask the ladies a few more questions, Morgan came in from T-Ball practice. Morgan hopped up in the stool next to me, and I asked him how he felt about what his family is doing for these children who have lost a parent. "Good! Super Duper!" he replied with a smile that stretched from ear to ear. Morgan has also been involved in this endeavor by removing buttons and name tapes from uniforms that have been donated.
I then asked them what they considered to be the ultimate goal of their organization. Before any of the ladies had a chance to reply, Morgan said, "To make tooth pillows!" A roar of laughter filled the room.
"To give these kids a memorial to honor their parent," Amy stated.
"Each and every kid has a name, and there are people who understand their pain and hurt" Dusty added.
When I asked them how they feel about what they're doing, they unanimously said that it's indescribable. Their hearts and souls are in it 100 percent.
Mandy said, "I eat, sleep, and breathe OPERATION: Snaggletooth."
Amy stated that people have to be selfless, "It's really just not about you. It's about what I can do for you."