Thursday, November 18, 2010

my little Lulu

December 1, 2005 was a day that changed my life forever. That's the day I found out I was going to be a mommy! I was surprised- we were planning to wait longer, but thrilled nonetheless. And on July 24, 2006, I held my baby girl for the first time. She is the light of my life, so much like me. She looks like me, acts like me- she's like a mini-me. I love her dearly, and she means more to me than I can say in one post. She is so smart, so pretty- she has hair I would die for!, and she's such a kind child. God really smiled on me when He chose me to be her mommy.

I love you, Lulu!

my hubby

I'm thankful today for my husband. Garrett stole my heart literally almost the first time I laid eyes on him. I've written about how we met before. If you'd like to read it again, click HERE. The past 8 years have had their shares of ups and downs- heck, it's a regular roller coaster, but one ride I will always love! He puts up with my insecurities, which are numerous these days, and he comforts me. He's taken up for me in so many ways in the past few months, and sometimes it's cost him dearly. But, through it all, he smiles, all the while telling me I'm worth it. :)

I'm thankful for you, Garrett Pelt, and all life with you brings. I love you!


This may, at first, seem like an odd thing to be thankful for, but I truly am thankful for the local hospice facility.

November 6th, when this post would've originally debuted, was my grandmother's birthday. Ice, as we called her, went to be with Jesus in 2002, but not very many days go by that I don't think of her. I truly do not believe that people "come back in other people", but my goodness, both of my children both have so many qualities of hers- it's almost eery. To have never met or known each other, both Carter and Saralynn have so many of her tendencies. They both cross their feet- right over left- just like she did. My grandmother had an "I don't really care what people think about me" attitude that I sometimes really wish I had a little more of myself. One of the "Ice stories" we all like to recall is the day my mom, Matthew, and I were in the grocery store and turned down an aisle to see Ice standing there in her swimsuit, curlers in her hair- and that's it. No shoes, no cover-up, nothing. She was hot at home so she put on her suit (she didn't swim, by the way), she was curling her hair, and decided they needed something to eat, so she grabbed her keys and went on her way. That's just how she rolled. And I think often about how nice it would be to turn the corner in the grocery store again. To have her rock my children would be a highlight for me.

Ice went to hospice as she began to slip away from us and into eternity with Jesus, and the entire experience was absolutely wonderful! The staff loved on all of us and gave her such dignity as her life on earth ended. I can't say enough about them. Words would fail, so I really won't even try.

I have a co-worker whose family ushered her mother into eternity on the 6th, also through the hospice process. Because I haven't asked her permission to write about their journey, I won't say more than that, but I am grateful for the fact that hospice was available to them in their time of need, too. And I asked Ice to find my co-worker's mom and show her around her new digs. :) I'm sure she did.

If ever your family is faced with a situation where a hospice decision has to be made, please know how wonderful the experience truly is.


Today I'm thankful for my brother. Matthew. Bub. Uncle Bub. He has lots of names, but he is phenomenal. He's been mentioned on this blog before, but he's worth mentioning again. :)

I was 5 1/2 when he was born so I pretty vividly remember the process. He was born on a really cold day- March 6, 1986. Mom's water broke early in the morning. I had on my Superman footie pajamas, and put a sweatsuit on top of that. I had to wait on my grandparents to get to the hospital, so I drew pictures. Mom was a not-so-flattering pear shaped blob in most of the pictures. I remember ALWAYS wanting a brother. I'm not sure why I was so adamant about a brother, but I remember going to my little prayer nook (which happened to be beside the refrigerator ???) and praying for a brother. And I got what I prayed for.

Matthew always has been such a great human being. He is so kind-hearted, so encouraging, and always by my side and in my corner. We fussed and grumbled a little as we grew up, as all siblings do, but I don't know that we've ever had any knock-down, drag-out fights. And he loves my children. He spoils them on special occasions and holidays, and though a Saralynn fit will sometimes evoke a "remind me not to have kids" comment from him, he adores my children, and I will forever be grateful to him for that.

He is, thus far, the only college graduate from our family, and I am so proud of him. He has a great job at a wonderful company that he took pretty much right after graduation. He gets to travel and see the world like he'd hoped to do, he gets to use his creativity, and he's making a difference in his own way on the world, and I just can't say enough about how cool it is to watch him in action.

Growing up, I always was keenly aware that he was watching me, following in my footsteps, and so I credit him for helping me keep my nose clean (or at least somewhat). I wanted him to live his own life and not be "Mary Beth's brother". In alot of ways now, I'm "Matthew's sister", and I'm totally fine with that. I love him and only hope to be somewhat like him when I grow up. :)

So, during this time of thanksgiving, I'm so thankful for you, Matthew. Thanks for all you teach me and for the way you love and support me. I'm a better person for having you in my life.

Dis (He couldn't say my name and called me "Dista" for sister, and "Dis" stuck all these years later). Love it!

So behind on posts, but not on thankfulness!

I'm so very behind on posting, but that doesn't diminish the thankfulness in my heart today... Here goes a marathon of thankful posts!!!

Thursday, November 4, 2010


Today I'm grateful for laughter. Because that seems to have been the one constant that's defined our work day. It started out a little gloomy as we have two co-workers that are dealing with loss. One lost a family member and one is in the process of learning to say goodbye, and it's hard to watch. But, by the time lunchtime arrived, my cheeks were hurting so badly from laughing that I couldn't do anything but be grateful. I don't really know what we've laughed about, but I know we've laughed. And laughed. And laughed some more. It really is, after all, the best medicine sometimes!

A Rowdy Bunch of 4-Year Olds

That's what I'm thankful for today. It's Wednesday, and that means one thing: it's time for IGNITE, our Wednesday night children's program. I teach choir to Saralynn's group, which is so BIG we have to split them in half if we have any hope of maintaining control. We average about 22 each week, and we have THE.BEST.TIME learning about each other and about Jesus and His love for us. I'll have to get Garrett to help me upload some video. They sang in "big church" last week and did a fantastically wonderful job. As a "leader" I couldn't have been prouder. I'm grateful for the gift of each child in that room, and I told them all individually last week what they meant to me and what they bring to the group. I'm one proud Mama and teacher! Love me some 4-year olds!!!

I Didn't Vote

Not exactly what you thought you'd see for a thankfulness post title, huh?

Well, see, it's like this. I was going to vote. Really, I was. But the cold/sinus/whateveritwas yuck came to visit me and I was IN.THE.BED.ALL.DAY.

That does not, however, diminish my gratitude for the freedoms I enjoy every day. As with the electricity, water, food, etc. I have at my disposal every day that I take for granted, the rights I have based solely on my location on Planet Earth are gifts I don't think of nearly often enough. But, even though I didn't get to exercise my right to vote, I'm still grateful for the chance to do so. And I'm praying for those that were elected into office, that they learn from the past and look forward to the future.

Tuesday, November 2, 2010


I had trouble accessing the blog again yesterday, so the first thing I'm thankful for this month is actually being posted on the 2nd. Oh, well. It doesn't diminish my thankfulness.

I read something Monday morning that suggested I go through my house room by room, thanking God for the material things He had provided me. Whoa, I thought. I'm not sure that's such a good idea. But, I kept reading, and liked what I read. I like to put my own spin on it, though, which leads me to what I'm grateful for today.

I am grateful to live where I live. With my parents? Yes. My husband and my children live with my parents, and have since before both of my kids were born. It's strengthened my relationship with my parents, my husband, and my children. Has it strained it, too? At times. But, it works for now. My kids know "home" and "their beds" no matter if Garrett and I have to be out of town or not. They get to see my parents every day. Life is good.

I know that there are plenty of people who don't have a warm place to live. No family to live with. And that makes me sad. And it makes me pray for them.

God, help me to do what I can to make sure that at least one life is bettered by my actions.

Mary Beth

Monday, November 1, 2010

Thankful November

Today is November 1st. The dawn of a new month. A month in which to be execptionally grateful. Let the thankful, grateful posts begin...