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Saturday, March 16, 2024

Stephen and Megan: 25 Years

~Happy 25th Anniversary~

Happy 25th Anniversary to the man and woman who have lived by example what a beautiful, godly, perfectly imperfect marriage should look like!! I love you, Mom and Dad, and I’m so thankful for you! Thank you for leading me and Brendan and all your children by example and for the wisdom and encouragement you give us each and every day ❤️
I put together this slideshow of the past 25 years! So many precious memories!!

Sunday, April 2, 2023

Thursday, February 27, 2020

My Love Letter to Stephen on our 21st Wedding Anniversary




What do you think about when you look at me?

I know we're not the fairytale you dreamed we'd be

You wore the veil, you walked the aisle, you took my hand

And we dove into a mystery…



Dear Stephen, 


Twenty one years ago I offered  you my fragile heart, trusting that the God who had led each of us through a season of brokenness, might create something whole and beautiful in our union.  We claimed the verse “Each of us – a half – incomplete, together we are as one” and marveled that we fit so perfectly…


As this particular wedding anniversary has drawn closer, the theme of brokenness has pursued me relentlessly.  Everywhere I turned, there has been a song or a quote or a tangible reminder of how frail and transient our dreams, possessions and our very lives can be.  


Just a few months after our honeymoon, we were working multiple jobs, while you juggled night classes and I endured morning sickness.  Our perfectly fitted hearts began to feel the strain.  Now and then a piece would break off, and we’d both be startled by the pain caused by a jagged edge.  Frantically, I grasped for the fragments..  I would hold tightly to that piece of a dream that was fading, a scrap of identity I was losing, those aspirations that used to give me purpose, and the sense of control that was slipping through my fingers. 


How I wish we could go back to simpler times

Before all our scars and all our secrets were in the light…

It's going to take much more than promises this time

Only God can change our minds

When baby after baby joined our family, I found myself scrambling to pick up even more broken pieces, convinced that by sheer willpower I could fix our children’s little hearts and shield them from the disillusionment and pain of living in such a broken world.  As their mother, I felt the need to disguise my own vulnerability and weakness.   


It’s funny that it was a line from a TV drama that caught my attention, exposing these impossible expectations I tended to hold for myself.  In a recent episode of “The Crown,”  Queen Elizabeth was confronted by her sister, Margaret, who warned, “… You cannot flinch, because if you show a single crack, we’ll see it isn’t a crack, but a chasm, and we’ll all fall in. So you must hold it all together.”  As a mother of 9, I understood that kind of pressure and began to wonder whether I was doing my children a disservice by making such a valiant effort to “hold everything together”  and how much good I was actually accomplishing?


Over the past two decades, we have learned by necessity to hold our earthly treasures  loosely, especially since our destructive duo, Baxter and Cade, came on the scene.  Ever since they learned to sprint at ten months, these little twins have left a path of destruction in their wake and broken everything from ceiling fans, expensive doors, and furniture to our HVAC system.  I try to convince myself that someday their Picasso-style artwork on our freshly painted walls and new carpets will evoke feelings nostalgia, rather than nausea.


I’ve also recalled the myriad of repairs we’ve faced in each of our eight dwelling places, the countless broken appliances and more vehicles than I care to count.  Everything from our first car which was crushed in an “act of God” to the three commuter vehicles which failed on us this past week and the recent crash which came so close to devastating our family.


Again and again, I have been humbled by reminders of our fragility…
Several weeks ago, when these thoughts began to swirl around in my head and bring me down, I read about an ancient style of Japanese art called Kintsugi, where cracked pieces of pottery are repaired with gold.  Sometimes the pottery will intentionally be broken, since these repaired pieces are rendered even more valuable than their originals.  
No sooner did I read this, than I recalled something I had heard about the meaning of the word “sincerity.”  
In his online article, “Live and Love Without Wax, Jon Bloom writes the following:   According to folk history, the……English word sincere comes from two Latin words: sine (without) and cera (wax). In the ancient world, dishonest merchants would use wax to hide defects, such as cracks, in their pottery so that they could sell their merchandise at a higher price. More reputable merchants would hang a sign over their pottery — sine cera (without wax) — to inform customers that their merchandise was genuine.1 
 He continues by claiming, “I’m no etymological expert. But I have witnessed plenty of misleading marketing by mendacious merchants in my time. So the explanation seems plausible to me.  I mean, is there not a lot of ‘wax’ hiding a lot of defects all around us…Multiply me by seven billion and you get a real mess of a world. The serpent gave Eve the ‘wax treatment’ in the Garden and we’ve been ‘waxing’ our wares for each other ever since…[We] Christians have nothing left to hide. We have no reason to wax ourselves to impress others. There is no one more impressive than Jesus. And he’s the one we want everyone else to see. Our sins are gone and our weaknesses serve to show how gloriously powerful Jesus is… Wax would simply cover up his glory.


My despair turns to hopefulness when I realize that these faults I want to hide can remind me that my Creator, The Master Artist and wise Potter, is still working on me and on our marriage and our family.  Through all of these disappointments and setbacks, He is piecing us together and filling the cracks with gold to reflect His grace in our home..  


Stephen, we have spent more than two decades laughing, crying, rejoicing, grieving, holding on tenaciously to what matters most and relinquishing everything that’s left.   When I consider the husband you’ve been to me, I thank God for the man who cheerfully exchanged his personal interests and ambitions for two decades of sleepless nights and overtime to provide for our family.   It’s funny that the memories I treasure most are not the handful of times we’ve sipped wine over candlelit dinners but the countless times you’ve brought me strong coffee in the wee hours of the morning .  The hundreds of mornings you’ve sat with me while I’ve nursed our babies or read to me by flashlight.   Thank you for loving and caring for me (broken pieces and all) for these 21 years.


Maybe you and I were never meant to be complete

Could we just be broken together?

If you can bring your shattered dreams and I'll bring mine

Could healing still be spoken and save us?

The only way we'll last forever is broken together (Casting Crowns)


Friday, October 11, 2019

Hound Dog Half Marathon (Aidan)

Just found these pictures and wanted to brag about Stephen and Aidan completing their second half marathon this year.  I've tried to convince them that "two halves equals a whole."  :)  






Saturday, March 9, 2019

Grandma's Week in Alabama (Grandma Z)



Dear Kids, Sibs & Mom
I’m home from my week at Meg’s and thought I’d just hit the highlights to catch you up.  It was such a fun week.  I was there for Siobhan’s 19th birthday and Meg and Stephen’s 20th anniversary.  For the anniversary, the kids gave Meg and Stephen an afternoon of their own – out doing whatever they chose to do.  While they were gone, Siobhan made a beautiful dinner, Shaila set the table, Aidan and Connor each held a twin, and Brandan just behavedJ  The twins were sick and very needy so we really needed all hands to accomplish a surprise that Ethan and Siobhan had bought and prepared for the anniversary.
It was an 8’X8’ family tree “decal” that came in dozens of pieces and adhered to the wall going up the stairs.  I will forward a separate email with pictures of it.  The kids had already printed and framed photos of each family member, Meg and Stephen, and a group shot.  Ethan and I assembled the whole thing while Siobhan made dinner.  Even with Ethan’s 6 feet of height, he needed a ladder on the stairs – that was his part.  I kept my feet firmly planted on the steps.
Miraculously, the whole thing was assembled, ladder and level and miles of paper scraps all cleaned up before Meg and Stephen got home.  It was SO much fun to be a part of that, and Meg and Stephen were amazed and very pleased.
The weather was overcast but Meg and I took a long walk all but one day – thunderstorms all that day.  Things are greening up as you can imagine.  On the rainy day, Ethan drove the kids (all but the twins) and me to their favorite library.  A beautiful historic building in Huntsville.  They each chose books and movies and we stopped at Wendy’s for a frosty on the way home.  Very fun.
Besides that Meg had planned an activity for me to do with each of the kids.  I played ping pong with Brandan, read with Shaila, quizzed Aidan on questions for a Bible competition he is participating in next weekend, quizzed Shaila and Connor on another competition that they are in, observed their cell making “lab” with jello cytoplasm, malted milk ball nuclei, licorice lysosomes, fruit wrap endoplasmic reticulum….. (I might be a little mixed up, but it was an awesome feat!)  I also had a lovely time out with Siobhan at a quaint coffee/tea shop and had “sweet potato/chai tea”.  Ethan and I had great chats as he drove us hither and yon.  Baxter and Cade played “people” with me.  They have a container of multi-colored, plastic people that they love to put into and then dump out of the container, naming each color or counting each person.  We also read books, threw balls, and intercepted toilet play.
My favorite part is being able to help Meg in any way I can.  I’m not as good at laundry folding – the kids have grown so much, I have lost track of sizes and socks:/   But I was able to finish a pile of ironing and empty a bag of mending which now has replaced buttons and repaired seams.  I also finished a “cut and paste” project that Meg is working on for a children’s class she teaches on Sunday evenings. 
Every day Meg “sent me to my room” at least once, announcing that Grandma was going to have some time to herself.  I would call John and just breathe deeply J  That was usually when the kids were doing the dinner clean up and Meg was settling the little ones.  Meals were amazing – Moroccan, Thai, Italian,???  Just plain delicious!!
Of course, with that many people in one place, a crisis of some sort is inevitable.  On Sunday night while Ethan was driving Siobhan back to college and all of their friends were in church, Aidan had a very severe allergic reaction to peanut butter that was accidentally put into some cookies.  He threw up, was covered in hives, and had very labored breathing.  Meg and Stephen administered an epi pen and then found a neighbor who would loan them a car so they could take him to the ER.  He was monitored for about 4 hours and prescribed a high dose of Benadryl for the next few days and came home.
It was such a blessed week!!
Love, Mom (Con)

Friday, June 23, 2017

Siobhan's Graduation 2017 (Siobhan)

~Siobhan's Graduation~

To celebrate my graduation, Mom and Dad had a big graduation party for me. I had a wonderful day celebrating with my family and friends! A huge THANK YOU to Steph who took these pictures for me :)
Mom bought cards on Etsy that had a place for people to write 'Graduation Wishes' for me. We also picked up a potted willow tree for people to hang the wishes on.
I love my diploma and photo portfolio!
 Ethan put together this amazing candy board for me, with a message made out of candy:

Congratulations Big Red on your Whatchamacallit! You've proven you're not a Dum Dum or an Airhead. You're a Smartie. Study hard to Skor a Payday between Zero and 100 Grand. Don't let it slip through your Butterfinger (s). Avoid thinking you're a Red Hot Pop Rocks Star because sometimes you're a Nerd. Take 5, get ready to work Extra hard and Crunch some numbers. Count on us if you hit a Sour Patch. Always be the Sweet Tart you are! We love you!
                            Counting Beans                    Book Worms                  Smartie Pants
                           So Long Suckers        Reach for the Star(burst)s!          Honor Rolls


 

                              Thank you Kisses                Class Rings                    Airheads
One Smart Cookie

 
 For the food Mom served a cheese tray, bruschetta, chips and dips, fruit kabobs, and a fondue bar!
Yard Games: Lawn Twister (above) and Water Balloons, Water Guns, Bubbles, Badminton, Ladderball, Kan Jam, and our Trampoline
Cade
 Baxter
~My Graduation Ceremony~

Welcome.  Thank you so much for joining us today.  We are grateful that our family and friends, who have shared in Siobhan’s journey from preschool through high school, could help us celebrate her graduation.  If you haven’t already done so, please remember to sign one of the keepsake bookmarks with your advice and well wishes for Siobhan to bring to college.
I’d like to spend a few minutes recognizing Siobhan’s accomplishments and offering her my last words of exhortation as her teacher. 
Today we’d like to congratulate Siobhan, who is graduating with 49 credits as valedictorian of her class at Sylvan Classical School.  Siobhan maintained a 4.0 grade point average through high school, completing a classical education of 10 years of Latin, followed by 3 years of Logic and a course in Rhetoric.  Siobhan also participated in a wide range of volunteer and extracurricular activities including 7 years of Destination Imagination, 3 summers as a teen intern for the Franklin Area Children’s Theater, 5 musical theater productions, 4 years of piano lessons, 3 levels of Wilton cake decorating courses, and 2 seasons with the Granite State racing team.   Following the couple hundred books she read during elementary school, Siobhan completed 5 years of Omnibus, reading a total of 172 books since 8th grade.  Siobhan ranked 96th percentile for her SAT scores.  She was awarded a merit scholarship at Covenant College where she plans to begin her bachelor’s degree in biology and nursing this fall.
I’ve had the privilege of homeschooling Siobhan for the past 12 years and would never have made it to this day without the guidance and encouragement of all of you.  Today I want to thank her youth group leaders (Cassie and Laura) and DI team managers (Heidi and Suellen).  and our extended family and our closest friends who have cheered us on and made this journey a lot of fun.
Stephen,  I want to thank you for taking over Siobhan’s math instruction in high school and tutoring her in Calculus and Physics.  Thank you for reminding me a million times that our worst days of homeschooling would ultimately pay off.  You were right, and today we want to recognize you as our home school principal with this gift.
Finally, I want to thank my mom for offering us the most creative form of help.  When Mom learned that we planned to use the Omnibus curriculum through Siobhan’s high school, she thought we were getting in over our heads.  After praying about how she might help me manage teaching this rigorous course with so many little ones, she came up with the idea of reading aloud and recording  Siobhan’s books for me to listen to.  Thanks to mom’s reading, I have had the privilege of participating in Siobhan’s education and discussing so much incredible literature.  I thought it would be fun to add up the number of hours Mom has spent reading for me over the past 4 years, but I lost count after about 500 hours.  So today we’d like to thank you again and recognize you with this gift.
When I consider the things I appreciate most about you, Siobhan, it’s easy to come up with a long list of interests we have in common and experiences we’ve shared.  We’ve spent countless days in the kitchen, cooking regional meals, making fondant flowers, filling the freezer with dinners before our babies arrived.  Together we’ve planted  gardens, planned all of the Christmas gifts and birthday parties.  We’ve gone to track workouts in the pouring rain.  We’ve read and discussed hundreds of books.  The list goes on and on…  But even more than all of the interests we SHARE, what I’ve grown to appreciate most about you are the character qualities and skills that are ALL YOUR OWN. 
Siobhan has known her own mind ever since she was a little girl.  For instance, I always thought she would bond with the favorite doll I had played with as a child and saved for her, but she preferred a life-size Teletubby from her aunt Kathy and insisted on carrying it everywhere.  I’ll never forget the time when she was trying to decide what to wear and held up 2 dresses to see which I liked better.  When I told her I thought she should choose the pink dress, she cheerfully replied, “Okay, I’ll wear the PURPLE one then.”  On another occasion when Siobhan was a toddler, Siobhan realized that her dad had left for work without the movie he was supposed to return on the way.  When I turned my back for a minute to change her baby brother’s diaper, she escaped from our apartment and headed down the road in her sleepers with the VHS in hand.  Thankfully a kind lady saw her in the snowy street, figured out where we lived, and returned her to us (along with the VHS).  Those who know Siobhan best can relate many other stories, illustrating Siobhan’s courage and independence.  Siobhan has always faced challenges head on and conquered obstacles with creativity and determination. 
When Siobhan was 14, she learned that she would need major back surgery with metal rods and bone fusion to fix her scoliosis.  For several weeks I watched her process this news and realized that the only comfort I had to offer was the mysterious reality that the God who had formed her and numbered her days, had ordained this pain and that He promised to turn it into something good. 
Siobhan has given me permission to read some words from an essay she wrote after her surgery.  Siobhan wrote, “I needed to have my security, health, and self-confidence taken from me.  I thought I was strong, but God showed me how weak I really was.  I thought I was able to take care of myself, but God gently laid me down in a hospital bed, unable to perform even the most basic life functions.  I thought I had a secure trust in God, but God showed me how unstable my faith was.  He took away, and then He gave me back so much more.  Yes, what He gave me came with pain, but it also came with the ability to go through that pain through hope and faith in Him.” 
When I considered the dozens of books that Siobhan has treasured most over the years, 4 favorites came to mind.  All of these books contain main characters who, like our Siobhan, were wounded and carried painful scars. 
 The first is “Madeline, a little French girl, who (like Siobhan) is a brave leader.  One night Miss Clavel fears something is not right.  Poor little Madeline has a pain in her stomach and must go to the hospital, where she has her appendix taken out.  When her schoolmates visit her, she proudly shows off her scar and is the envy of all the other girls who cry, “Boo Hoo, We want our appendix out too!”
Another book Siobhan has read again and again is “The Horse and His Boy.”  The mystery of this story has always captured my heart – especially the part where Aslan (the Lion who represents Christ) chased down one of his own followers, Aravis, and tore her back.  As her body healed, Aravis experienced a transformation in her spirit – a humility and softening born of pain.
The next book is ‘Till We Have Faces’ –   This is a story of a queen who wrestles with the injustice of the gods.“  She writes an angry complaint, which she later withdraws as she acknowledges her own flaws and confronts her true identity.  As she sees herself more clearly, she understands the wisdom of God in causing her pain.  She writes, “I know now, Lord, why you utter no answer. You are yourself the answer. Before your face questions die away. What other answer would suffice?”
The final book, “That Hideous Strength,” tells of Ransom who has a wound in his foot, received on Venus, that will not heal till he returns there.  Perhaps this points to the fact that we are not made to be whole in this world. 
Siobhan, if I had had my way, I would have spared you the emotional and physical pain that you’ve gone through these past several years, but then I would have denied you the growth and strengthening of your faith as you’ve been learning to transfer your dependence from your parents to God.
C. S. Lewis, the author of Siobhan’s favorite books, puts this beautifully is observing, “We shall draw nearer to God, not by trying to avoid the sufferings… but by accepting them and offering them to Him; throwing away all defensive armour. If our hearts need to be broken, and if He chooses this as the way in which they should break, so be it.
He also writes, “I suggest to you that it is because God loves us that he gives us the gift of suffering. Pain is God's megaphone to rouse a deaf world. You see, we are like blocks of stone out of which the Sculptor carves the forms of men. The blows of his chisel, which hurt us so much are what make us perfect.”
Siobhan, when your heart hurts or your back is in pain, I would urge you to draw your mind back to Christ who “willingly took on a body and entered into every form of physical and emotional anguish you would ever experience, taking on scars He would wear for all eternity, so he could extend comfort and grace to you in your times of need.”
Watson wrote, “Our heavenly Father has deep affection for us.  The affection of parents is just a spark from his flame.  His love passes knowledge and exceeds all dimensions; it is higher than the heaven and broader than the sea.  We are precious in his sight…He is full of sympathy, and pities [us in our] infirmities.  In [our] injuries, every blow goes to his heart. He did, as it were, bleed in our wounds.”  I am so thankful that our Lord has carried your sorrows, written every day of your life in His book, and that He loves you even more than I do. 
Before Dad says a few words, Shaila and I want to present you with some gifts. 
Here is the second volume of our homeschooling blog, Alma Mater, with the family pictures you’ve taken.  You’ve  captured so many of our best memories, and we hope that you treasure this. 
And finally, Shaila would like to give you her Madeline doll to bring to college with you .  This doll can be a reminder of a brave little girl who proudly wore her scar and of the sister who has been your roommate and best friend.
I cannot believe my high school journey is complete! These last four years have been so full, and I have learned so, so much. I couldn't have done it without my parents who have taught me and loved me unconditionally, or without the support of my amazing family and friends. Thank you so much to everyone who has motivated me and helped me to succeed. I couldn't have done it without you!