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June 15, 2010

Patience. What a funny word. Raise your hand if you’ve had a situation where you’ve had to enable your patience or someone has asked you to be patient today. For those of us who are “doers” it’s almost impossible to be patient, right? Colin is learning a little sign language lately, he can tell me when he wants more of something or is “all done” and, low and behold, the sign for patience is something he responds to. When he’s sitting in his high chair, squawking for his dinner, I give him the sign and say “patience, Mommy’s working on it” and he calms down, its a trigger word. He knows food is coming, I can see it in his little face, almost as if he says, “Phew, she heard me.”

Hungry, but patient

We’re close to finally finishing up our 501c3 application and sending it off. Now, Lee and I are both “doers” but we are very different. I forge ahead, throwing caution to the wind, ready to make mistakes and just get going. Lee, is the opposite, he’s no less passionate but, he’s methodical, pensive, planful and…patient. We make a great team. Often I get excited and start to move forward and Lee pulls me back, giving me the virtual sign for “patience” and making sure we do this right.

Friends, this is a tough month. This time last year Courtney had made the 6 hour drive up from Klamath Falls with her 3 kiddos to visit us on her way out to take the kids to Grandma in Texas for their annual summer visit. Now we sit here without her. Over the next few weeks we will share with you our experience, our loss. Through that I hope you will see why we are so passionate for our cause, it was Courtney’s.

On Wednesday, June 24th, 2009 my baby sister was rushed to the hospital after her son couldn’t wake her. One the morning of the 25th Bryan and I pulled everything together and headed to Bend, OR where she was moved to see a specialist. That morning I threw my watch on like I always did, being a doer I was very attached to my watch. I didn’t notice until we were in the car that it had stopped, the battery had died. It had stopped at 11:30pm the night before. Later we learned that Courtney had suffered a mini-stroke the night of the 23rd which eventually helped cause her passing. I have not put my watch on since.

Today, my sweet husband went to grab a few things and run a few errands, one of which was to grab a battery for his watch. It looks great on him. The first thing I thought of was how I’ve not worn my watch in almost a full year (an amazing feat for those of you who know me). Life goes on, right? You get new batteries, start again, move on. Somehow I don’t think I’ll ever wear a watch again. Yes, I’ll admit, it’s irritating to me not to know what time it is at all times with a glance. But, I’ve adjusted, and been just fine. In fact, I’d be willing to guess that I’ve calmed down a little and let the timing of things go…just a little! Thanks Court, you’ve shown me how to not focus so much on scheduling and organizing everything to the minute.

Kiki & Courtney at a Picnic on the Rio Grande 1983

Here’s to being patient, letting time pass unorganized, enjoying our loved ones on their own time, and taking that with us.

Little by Little,


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