Today I would like to “Pay it Forward” to my friend, Rebekah, who is a heroine to me. She has 9 children and her last has Trisomy 18 and was not expected to live long. I’ve visited her at Primary Children’s Medical Center during long hospital stays and brought her and Aaron home from one, so in a tiny way, I’ve been involved in his life. We’ve prayed for him and for their family over the last year and I’ve worried about her getting enough sleep and taking care of herself so she can do her mom job. Through it all, she has been a great mom to her other children and become a fount of knowledge about Aaron and his condition. She has helped other Trisomy parents with her encouragement and enthusiasm. She wrote about his upcoming birthday on her blog, and last night Scott and I were able to join the celebration. It was wonderful to see family, friends, and caregivers gather to celebrate this huge milestone. There was even a Deseret News reporter on hand and they appear in the paper today. It started raining during the evening and at the appointed time, William stood up to bring us together and say a few words. People were huddled under canopies and umbrellas but just as he started to thank everyone, the rain stopped and a ray of sun shot through to light him up. He read a poem and we released balloons in honor of Aaron’s birthday and also all his little friends who didn’t make it to one year. It was very touching. Congratulations, Aaron!
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Sitting on Santa’s lap…over time
I have taken pictures of people sitting on Santa’s lap at the Carey Christmas party for the last several years and thought it would be fun to see how we’ve changed through the years. So here are some photos, organized by family.
See us sit on Santa’s lap. See us have fun. See us get older.
Disclaimer: I thought I snapped feverishly at every party and got every child every year. But when I gathered up all the pictures I found some people are missing. I can’t explain this, so nobody should infer anything or take this personally. There’s one year I don’t even have pictures of both my own children. I can’t explain this, either. If you have other shots you’d like me to include for posterity, send them along and I’ll update this post!
Click on a photo to see them all in a gallery by family.
Scott & Sue’s family
Phil & Janice’s family
Paul & Michelle’s family
Brent & Teresa’s family
Mark & Sonja’s family
Ildar & Christine’s family
Carey Christmas Party
Every year we have a Carey Christmas party before Christmas at the Rapp house in Bountiful. This year our gathering was rather smaller than usual as Scott’s brother Mark had moved his family to Virginia, near Brent’s family; Matt, Brian, Patrice, and Shawn, are on missions; and two of the married Greenhalgh kids couldn’t come, plus Mark had to work at the MTC. We were there with no kids, Janice and Phil were there with their oldest, Paul, and his wife Tania, and baby Addy; the Rapps with their four youngest; the Fazulyanov family; Grandma Carey and Aunt Renae. We had lots of yummy food and then the kids all performed a Christmas number of some kind and the adults told a story relating to Christmas. Then we sang our traditional “12 Days of Christmas” by holding up the cards. That has been sung at every Carey Christmas since long before I joined the family 26 years ago. Several years ago Janice made each family a large set of matching cards and each time your number comes up you have to stand and hold up your card. Mysteriously, Paul Rapp always gets 12 drummers drumming which means he only stands once. (Younger kids usually opt for a partridge in a pear tree, allowing them twelve opportunities to rise and hold). We had a great time, as always, and enjoyed being together at Christmas.
Click on a photo to see them large in a gallery.
A Tender Mercy
Sunday I went to the coat rack after church and found that my long, black dress coat was gone. I thought, “What the heck?!? Somebody at church stole my coat!” I walked out to the car wondering what to do. Then I said a quick prayer that whoever took it would realize their mistake and return it to the rack. I was getting a little frantic all afternoon because it’s the only nice coat I have to wear with dresses and it would cost a lot to replace. Scott and I went back to the church at 5:00 and there it was on the rack. Yay! I was so grateful to have my coat back. Thanks to whoever returned it. It was a tender mercy.
