InstaFriday on Thursday

Yes....it is Thursday and I am one day EARLY for InstaFriday with my Instagram/iPhone pics for the past couple of weeks.  Shocking I know.  Maybe, just maybe things are getting back to normal around here.  Enjoy

 Morning serenade for Momma

 Ah the love of narcotics, don't remember taking this but found it on my phone.  This was my lovely view at Methodist West for 3 days...

 This may be the MOST meaningful Boston Creme pie ever made for my Love.  While Scott was in the ER then settling me into my room at Methodist...the boys went to Dahl's and bought the ingredients to make Scott a cake for Father's day.  The cutest part...Tommy drove the truck to the has station (Kum and Go) because on his school permit that's the closest gas station he can go to....parked there walked across the street to the grocery store to buy the ingredients.  Attempting NOT to break any of the "laws" for school permits.  This was posted on Tommy's instagram...made me cry.

 More narcotic love...but I sent this pic to my Mom because she once almost overdosed my Dad.  He had back surgery and when he came out she kept pushing the button for HIS pain.  She didn't want him to wake up in pain....well...he almost didn't wake up since they had it set for HIGHER dosages assuming he was still waking up and wouldn't push it often.  Ahem.  And I was the one in his hospital room spending the night with him when his blood pressure dropped and all the nurses came running in panicking.  Mom was LONG gone home by then and I had to tell them that NO he hadn't been pushing it.  She had before she left.  Oh for the love of a husband.

 Yes the walker I was sent home with.

 reminders for myself from the Bible

 my dear friend made homemade bread for me us..it was gone lightning fast.  In fact by the time she arrived Drew had whipped up some honey butter and was literally WAITING at the door.

 Love when these two play...

 Mom took Jack back to Edina with her on Thursday when she left...and she took Jack too.  Jack had 5 days of "Twig Camp" at my brothers.  They spoiled him rotten and he loved every minute of it.  My brother sent lots of pictures.

 If you keep your house cool enough in the summertime, hot chocolate tastes good.

 Wonder where Alice got the buckeye cheerleading outfit?

 Mom sent me this...they had an early anniversary dinner with some dear friends of theirs from South Dakota.  Fancy desserts and all.

 These 3 dear friends of mine snuck away to Mpls together and texted me this.  In case you wondered...max says "That's the Mrs Minor grill in the middle" 

 Monsters University

 Another pic from Mom at the cabin, Dad trying out the new boat motor for the boys' fishing boat.  

 Swimming

 Tommy has chosen some great friends...his buddy Keaton hanging out and chatting with Max

 LOTS of naps with Momma

 golfers

 Some things I wanted to remember from Sunday's sermon

 hockey..Jack's third time ever skating

 Trampoline place

 My Love attempting to grill burgers with an ANGRY robin protecting his babies nearby and dive bombing him.  The umbrella was creative I thought.

 Max used my phone to photograph some of his skylanders he loves so...

 Golf Banquet/Pool Party.  Tommy lettered as a freshman on Varsity...pretty cool.

 Max loves squirting people...LOVES it...

 Another sent from Mom....my dear Aunt Sandy and Uncle Dean at their cabin in MN...love this pic of them.  SO happy.

 LOVED this...read this the day Drew and I were working on sending out our letters for our mission trip this fall to Costa Rica

 I could watch our boys' sleep every single day

 Last night we went to the pool for about an hour before it closed.  It had been such a hot day.  They had the pool almost to themselves and had so much fun.

Great is thy Faithfulness

After the last 3 weeks this song felt like the best way to start this week...

Happy Birthday to My First Love

Happy Birthday to my first Love, my first protector, my first biggest fan....the man who listened to my drama, my tears, my fears, my failures....the man who sat on the end of my bed and would never yell at me just tell me he was disappointed and he expected more.   He was the man who never complained to as he sat through concert after concert, recitals, 3rd grade softball games, 1st grade soccer games...tennis matches, basketball, girl birthday parties, girl giggling.

The man who sang his heart out with me the entire way to the cabin while my brother plugged his ears in the backseat.  The man who had real life heart to heart conversations on our long drives alone to South Dakota.  The man who warned me of boys, the man who taught me to respect myself and to expect only the HIGHEST respect in those I dated.  The man who once ran, and I mean RAN to the driveway when a boyfriend honked to pick me up for a date.  The man who wasn't afraid to shake every boys hand as hard as he could just so he could check their handshake out.  He believed you could tell a lot about a boy/man by his handshake.

 The man who always put our family first.  I knew that without a doubt we came first.  Never was there a meeting more important, a car, a thing, a person more important to him than us.  NEVER.  This is the tender hearted man who sang songs to me at bedtime, waited up for me after dates while he dunked oreo cookies in milk at the kitchen table.  He has never wavered, never changed, never not been there when I needed him.

He is the one who always told me I was beautiful and special and could do anything I wanted.  He told me I would be a great wife...a great Mom.   He was the one just 2 weeks ago who started his drive to Iowa at 4 am when I was sick after surgery and was to my Dr's appt wth me by 8 am. The same man who left the cabin early on Father's day so that if we needed him here he could be that much closer.

He is the one who really taught me what kind of man to look for to marry, that REAL men of integrity and honor existed and that I should only expect the best in who I married.  I am so grateful he taught me that and that I believed that and when I saw that in Scott I KNEW...I knew because my Dad had shown me.  We don't have any little girls in this house, but I often tell my friends that do...that their husbands are playing a MUCH bigger role in their little girls lives than they probably realize.  And I know that Dad's like mine are very rare....and I thank God DAILY that he gave me mine.

He taught me to pray daily and trust God with everything.  That without God we have nothing.

Of course now I am sobbing, and I know my Dad is too...see he is the one who passed along this Terwilliger emotional gene to me.  He was never afraid to have us see him cry....This is the song that he sang to me many times, and I sing to our boys.  It's an original he made up when my older sister was born.  What an empowering song to hear over and over and over/  

I know a girl with a cute little curl and a smile a mile wide.

She'a the girl we adore, the one we waited for and with this time we realize.

She doesn't know we feel this way about her

She is the greatest thing that ever happened to us.

But until the time that she grows up

She'll be just our little girl, Cause she's our Susan and we realize we love her very much.

And when it comes time for her to marry.  She will settle down and raise a family.

But until the time that she grows up, 

She'll be just our little girl. She's our Susan and we realize

we love her very much.

A cute little girl named Susan Mary

the girl we love so much.

I am so blessed to call this man my Dad....MY Dad.  A very happy birthday to him....my heart is with him today.  Love you so very much Dad....and I NEVER doubt that you love me.  I will always be your little girl....

XOXO

Susan Mary

Still here

Yes I am still here...but man it's been quite the past 6 days.  Whew.  Not sure where to start but Saturday went downhill quickly...to the point that Sunday morning, yes Father's Day, found me being pulled on a blanket by my beloved so that I could crawl to the car.  Yes SEVERE side pains...and I mean SEVERE.  Like on their rating scale of 1-10 in the Dr I was a 10.  And I made fun of those who would ever say 10 in there.  haha learned my lesson.

So basically the gift  I gave to Scott for Father's day was a quiet morning alone in the ER alone with his bride.  What a precious gift,  The gift of TIME together.  Aren't I thoughtful.  Of course it came with a crying wife, confused Dr's, narcotics for his wife, a lovely cocktail of JUNK to serve his bride at bedside.  Sounds dreamy doesn't it?

To make this long story short, I was later admitted to the hospital...my first time other than an appendectomy in college and child birth.  I confused all the Dr's around with my great blood counts and lovely CT scan.  Ends up some kind of muscle spasm caused from multiple sneezes on Saturday morning....if there is something weird to get...I will get it.  They didn't figure this out until 2 nights and 3 days in the hospital and an additional trip to the ER after I was home and they finally tried injections into my muscle.  It seems to be working.  We went yesterday for another round and may go again this afternoon and have another appt in the morning.  Just laying low to see if we can get it to go away.  Loads of muscle relaxers and pain meds and here I am.  The boys like the fact that I can't answer clearly and can' remember what I said an hour ago.  They may be taking advantage of it.

Mom came on Tuesday morning...she is always a huge help, keeping the laundry going, flowers watered, kids fed, helping scott get kids delivered....etc.   She is pretty bad at keeping track of meds...she can never remember what I had last...oh I think it was a white pill and a pink one?  hmm Mom they are all white or pink and there are about 6 different ones.  So we took her off the pharmaceuticals....

The best part?  I came home with a walker.  Yep I got a walker before my older husband or parents.  I am proud to say I am NOT using it now.  But sure was for a few days.

So I am off for a nap....and will be sure to re read this in a few days to see if I remember writing it.

Thanks friends who have visited and helped with meals and especially those who have helped with busy Max.

Mom left this morning and took Jack with her....scott is off to tomrorow with Drew for a baseball weekend in Cedar Rapids.  No worries...I have loads of back up here if needed..you all know who you are...

Thanks for the prayers...

Max

My friend Ginnie, Hinckley's Mom, took Max on Thursday to a splash pad and the Heritage Carousel.  They had a terrific time...she sent these sweet pictures.  Had to share.  They capture his joy.  This boy is full of joy.

Back and Catching Up

As some of you know I had another surgery last week...YES I am done with surgeries for a very long time.  I had wanted to do this surgery with my hysterectomy together but alas the Dr's did not want me to do that,  SO it has been a rough week, but as of yesterday I feel like I am coming out of the fog.

Easiest way to catch up would be from the pics off of my phone...a little summary of what's been going on in my heart, mind and home.

 This convicted me....I need to write a post all about this.  It's a tough one for me personally with some personal things in my family.  It is such a fine line between "what we believe God says" and "what we accept" and how we just LOVE like Jesus and let the rest to God.  It's a long post for another day.  BUt I really like how this was worded.

 FIrst day off of school for this one...lunch date with Mom alone.  Granite City.

 This just made me chuckle chuckle chuckle

 A verse I was working on remembering before surgery.

 Looking through old pictures my Mom had found for me and found this one of me at about age 11.  Close to Jack's age.  Scott took one look and said Jack looks JUST LIKE YOU.  Hmmm what do you think?

 The fun Mom I am I had Jack spend his first week of vacation organizing his legos

 Yet another BANG on my head from Mr Max....seriously his head is concrete

 The sweet lady who cuts the boys hair had a baby girl a while back.,,,this was the outfit we gave her and she sent the pic.  So sweet and YES so so GIRLY.

 Continuing the organizing lego project for Jack

 While at Hyvee one night a lady was doing a "Random Act of Kindness" and she

 chose these cookies to give our boys.  Sweet.  

 Erika Veurink posted this on fb on June 3rd...the day Gailen went to heaven 

2 years ago.  We miss this man.

 Scott was unable to be here for my surgery...bad planning I know.  But he did leave me with loads of roses.  I didn't expect the surgery to be quite as tough on my body as it was.  I think I am tougher than I am I guess. :)

 Tommy's first home game for the season.  

 Not able to sleep the night before surgery so searching for scriptures.

 Mom came down to help.

Mom was here Monday-Thursday.  Dad was called in as reinforcements at 4 am on Wednesday (surgery was Tuesday and it was NOT a good night)  he was at the Dr by 8 am with me and didn't leave until he knew I had turned a corner later that afternoon...what a guy huh?

 New Stools came and Drew made the boxes into "blinds" for their bb gun shooting

 He loves to nap with me...

 When asking Max if he could help me find something one morning this was his response.  Hmmm

 Max was taking pictures one day on my phone..

 Duck Dynasty Marathon 

 Tommy took this while outside shooting hoops with Max

 Wanting to be close to their Mama they played Legos in our room one morning so 

I could watch from bed

 Another favorite scripture...this was Gailen's favorite.

 My dear friend Ruth had her husband pic up deep dish pizza frozen from Chicago and delivered it to me as a meal when I was down and out.  Oh my...the best.

 Saturday morning the boys (Tommy was at baseball) went to our Church Community Center Opening...they had fun in the photo booth

 .... by Saturday they were both back in MN not to miss the grad party for their special friend Justin.  His favorite show is Mr Rogers and Mr McFeeley his very favorite so they had him at the party too.  The REAL Mr. McFeeley.  And since I was a Mr Rogers Freak as a child my Mom had to share.

 Again a sleepness night of searching scriptures...and another convicting one.

 Drew has been on my phone...making collages of the Buckeyes.  Think he is ready for football?

 Max went to my friend Ruth's house on Tuesday and she sent these pictures.  She wore him out for me.  

And he was OUT

 Jack home from Living History Farm Camp yesterday....Creek walk day and he asked if he really had to shower before his baseball game?  hmmm can you see and smell the wet mud?

 My friend Ruth sent me these from his game last night.  Jack had an RBI and then made a run himself. Last game of the regular season.

 My Dad and my brother are in the DC area this week golfing fancy courses with friends of my Dad's....a dream come true for both of them.  And a real treasure for them to have time alone.  That is so rare and as a parent I can understand how important and special that would be.  Love what my brother wrote.  "On the 18th at Congressional with Dad "Top 10" day with him. 

And my new license plates....love them. :)

Thanks for the prayers and love.  Hoping one more week and I will be back to normal.  and to quote what my brother texted me..."NO MORE SURGERIES".  I couldn't agree more.  My body is beat.