Tuesday, October 07, 2008

Re-Posted: Love Letter

i first heard about nie & christian a couple days after the accident. i spent the days following completely absorbed in the nienie dialogues-reading every entry.
i absolutely fell in love with your sister! when my hubby came home, i told him...."you must meet this precious mom---she the cutest thing ever with a face full of freckles, she has so much passion for her family & i love how she openly shares that on her blog, she loves to serve them by creating fantastic meals, her home looks like the funnest funkiest place ever, her children are yummy, oh i wish she lived next door--but i doubt she'd enjoy suburban atlanta...she'd live intown in some funky fixer upper. you must see this photo of her family. i mean they look like something right out of anthropologie but even prettier."
i love in this post how she shares her love & need for christian to be right beside her, how she values life's little moments by letting one of the girls stay home, & i always love it when she includes a picture of her beautiful self....thus her beautiful soul.
blessings to you courtney jane & each of your family
i continue to pray daily for them
paige knudsen
atlanta georgia

Originally posted January 17, 2008

Dearest Mr. Nielson,
A few things today encouraged me to write you a love letter today.
Maybe it was that you have been gone- away on a fancy business trip and left me for a few days.
I missed you very much my pet.
I had a really difficult time sleeping whilst you were away. I tossed and turned in our bed and then last night, unexpectedly Lenny Kravitz ‘It Ain't Over Till It's Over ‘song came into my head and wouldn’t go away. I pictured you in a white shirt with your skinny jeans on smooching me and
off to dreamland I went.
You came home today.
It was fun letting Claire stay home from school for no good reason, sleeping in with you and eating breakfast together. Life is so sweet.
Then you had to go to work.
0600 came and it was such a delightful feeling to hear your motorcycle come zooming down First place and to our domicile (where a very fatigued wife was anxiously waiting for you).
Your presence was much welcomed.
After hugging each child you came to me and said
“What are the top three things you need right now”
To which I relied:

1. Dinner.
(can't do it, no not tonight)

2. Put on you’re good listing ears and turn up the volume, I’ve got a lot on my mind.
(Sadness in the world, homesickness, Mitt Romney, my ideas about service and motherhood, projects, ideas, my Mac woes, missionary work and challenges I am feeling, and my yoga class I am teaching on Tuesday-to name a few)

3. Hold Nicholas the rest of the evening
(since 2:00 he has been a crying whirlwind.
On the patience scale, I am about a 0%)
Then I asked you if I could have one more. And of course you said yes and then I requested something that I can’t type on a count that it is much too
personal and of a rather delicate status.

Cheesy? Sure. Effective? Yes.
Now we have put the children to bed, each child a warm embrace, drink of water and prayers. The wind is blowing outside and we have the rest of the evening to do what we like and you have on your
crisp white shirt and skinny jeans and baby,
‘It aint over till it’s over’