Super Trouper

Our days here in Idaho are numbered.  Argentina is once again on the horizon.  I’m nervous, not gonna’ lie.  Will we get through the airports without any major meltdowns?  Will the grouches of the world roll their eyes at my tired fussy children?  Will I make all my connections or have any delays?  Ugh.  I’m beginning to loathe airports with a passion.

And then there are the general day-to-day concerns of just being back in a foreign country.  I’m loving the United States right now, & the thoughts of reverting back to things like my 2nd grade level Spanish skills & cold showers are overwhelming.  (Okay, to my husband’s credit, the showers aren’t always cold.  I’ll get over it.)  

My frustration was blasted away today by one of my mom’s favorite 70s music groups, Abba.  Carlie & my mom were dancing away to the awesomeness of Super Trouper.  Listen to it ASAP.  Oh, the subtle inspiration of 1970s rock.

Super Trouper beams are gonna’ blind me
But I won't feel blue
Like I always do
'Cause somewhere in the crowd there's you

Super Trouper lights are gonna’ find me
Shining like the sun
Smiling, having fun
Feeling like a number one

P.S.  I might find out if baby bump is boy or girl in the morning.  Any guesses?  ;)  

Snow Bunnies (for a day)

When I came to Idaho, I packed one whole suitcase full of snow clothes, but it’s just so turned out to be one of the warmest Januarys ever.  But hey, I’m not complaining; I like it warmer.  I guess my girls do, too.  Last Monday night it snowed.  The next morning I spent at least forty minutes getting the girls’ snow clothes on, 15 minutes (tops) out in the snow, & then 30 minutes in the hot tub. 

(Maybe living in a warmer climate isn’t such a bad thing after all.) 

 

Getting cold…

getting frustrated…

getting relieved.

Silly girls.

When I Grow Old

Last week my Grandpa Jackson asked my Dad & I to help him put on a music program at a Senior Citizen’s Home in Aberdeen, a little town close by.   This wasn’t uncommon.  Ever since I was a little girl, I’ve been performing with my Grandpa & Dad at different functions.  Nothing flashy at all – places like funerals, wedding receptions, nursing homes…

The program was last night, & I convinced AnnMarie to perform her first solo ever.  She sang her favorite Primary Children’s Song, “Families Can Be Together Forever.”  She was so nervous, but she went through with it.  I’m so sad I didn’t take a picture; blame it on my pregnant self. 

I told a story about a woman named Rose who went to college at the ripe old age of 87 because she had always dreamed of getting a college education.  She became a campus icon.  Everyone knew & admired Rose.  One week after graduating, Rose died peacefully in her sleep.  After telling the story of Rose, I sang the love song, “The Rose.”

One day, I’ll grow old; we all will.  Anybody can grow older.  I guess the idea is to grow up.  Rose taught us that we grow up by finding opportunity in change.  It’s never too late to be who you were meant to be.

I thought about this as I watched (& listened) to this (before the program):

My Grandpa didn’t start playing the harmonica until his 50s.  I personally think he’s a pro :).

And then I saw this:

My Dad’s mom & dad listening to their son play away for nearly 30 minutes – the sweetest thing ever. 

So basically, when I grow old, I hope I’m still passionate in following dreams & doing what I love, AND I hope I’ll have a child who can serenade me with beautiful music whenever I want ;).