https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XzCtatDyVRc (love the background music it is a good one for my two) :)
Maddie and Macaiden, it is the end of another school year...your 5th and 3rd year grade has come and gone faster than any year yet. This was the first year that daddy and I were not at the same school with you. We dropped you off in love, in hope, and yes...a little fear.
This past year not being at the same school as you (for those of you reading...Justin and I have been teachers for the past 10 years and have had the joy of having our two babies with us every day), led me to tears, led me to worry, and led me to a sense of pride and joy.
Maddie, as I sit here tonight, YOU are about to go to Middle School. How on earth has this happened so fast? I remember being in church when you were a month old. Strangers would come up to me and say, "cherish these times, they go by so fast." I didn't realize it at the time....they flew by...maybe not to you, but they did to me my sweet girl. I watch you. I watch you when you have questions. I watch you when you see something that is unfamiliar. I watch you with your daddy. I watch you when you want to please. I watch you with your new friends. Please, please remember the narrow road. It is so hard. I am here! I am here to tell you that I have chosen the wide road many times, it was easy, it was what everyone else did. I am still tempted, whether you realize it or not right now...the wide road looks very enticing at times and on more than one occasion...I would rather choose it...the wide road. Maddie, choose the narrow one. Choose the road that might be hard but in the end makes you happy. Do not listen to everyone else but your own heart. More than anything, follow God. Follow God when it is hard. Follow God when no one else does. Follow God when you are in doubt and when you have no one to turn to. Explore. Make your dreams come true. Keep your worries small...know that your book is not finished. You are my Godsend Madelynn Renee Weise. God will use you. Catch the ball Maddie and don't drop it. Write your story.
Macaiden, you are finishing third grade. I just got finished with a Mother's Day ceremony with you at school. I don't know where to begin. You have asked me...."if Morgan would have been born, would you have been alive?" I truly believe God brought you into our lives for a purpose. Morgan is in Heaven and God wants you here. God knew what He was doing when He placed you in my belly. Macaiden, I look up to you. Remember, when I have questions or when I don't understand what you are asking, it is not because I do not want to know...it is because I want to...so badly...I...want to know what it is you are asking. I want to get into your brain... and I want to understand on some level what you are thinking. You have brought me to understand an understanding of "what is" more than I have ever known. Things are "easy" for you. However, you are not showing off. It still bothers you. You want me, you want daddy, and Maddie to understand what you are thinking. I treasure this about you. Catch the ball Macaiden and don't drop it. Write your story.
My Repurpose for today : remember the rest for you...for both of you... is still unwritten.
Dear owners of my grandparent's house,
I do not know you, but I know that the house you are living in is one that is full of memories. The house that you are living in was once filled with a yard full of tulips. The house that you are living in was filled with smells of eggs, bacon, and toast smothered in apricot jam. The house that you are living in had a small TV room where me and my sister would play Barrel of Monkeys and my grandparents would sit and watch us while eating peanuts out of a jar. Please, please take care of memories. Take care of the house that my daddy grew up in and that me and my sister created new memories that I will cherish forever. Do you know that you have a responsibility? You have a responsibility to take care of something that technically is not yours. It belongs to a long line of memories. It belongs to a family who cherishes it. It belongs to something more valuable than you and me. From the moment you chose it until the moment the time is to depart, you are held accountable to a masterpiece that someone built from wood. Don't let it rot. Don't forsake it. It is precious to me and I pray it is more precious to you.
Dear owners of Colby, my family dog which we had to leave,
I think of you often. I have two new dogs now. But...I am in constant thought of my dog...my dog Colby. I remember saying goodbye to him. I held him in a fountain of tears saying goodbye. He had no idea why I was crying but he stood there and he let me hold him. He always knew when something was wrong. He would find my Pappy, who had Alzheimer's, when he left the house. He would play mom's silly game of "putting his toys away in the basket." Did he succeed? Rarely, but mom was super proud when he did. Do you know that you have a responsibility? You have a responsibility to take care of something that technically is not yours. He belongs to a long line of memories. He belongs to a family who cherishes him. He belongs to something more valuable than you and me. From the moment you chose him until the moment the time is to depart, you are held accountable to a masterpiece that someone built from nothing. Don't let it rot. Don't forsake him. He is precious to me and I pray he is more precious to you.
Dear Husband of Maddie and Wife of Macaiden,
Today is Mother's Day, 2016. One day you will know what it is like to have babies. You will one day know and understand the sacrifices, the sweat, the worries, and the hope that you have in your children. You will understand that when your kids hurt... you hurt more. You will know that when someone brags about your child... you have a sense of pride. You will understand that everything that you do... it is for them. YOU HAVE A RESPONSIBILITY. Do YOU know that YOU have a responsibility? You have a responsibility to take care of something that technically is not yours. It belongs to a long line of memories. It belongs to a family who cherishes them. They belong to something more valuable than you and me. From the moment you chose them until the moment the time is to depart, you are held accountable to a masterpiece that GOD built from me and their daddy. Don't let them rot. Don't forsake them. They are precious to me and I pray they are more precious to you.
Love and with complete sincerity,
Chelsea, grand-daughter, dog-owner, and the mom of the two greatest kids ever.
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