Woops!

I have been known to pride myself on being rather grammar and spelling savvy. (Pretty nerdy, I know.) So you can imagine my horror when I realized that my first blogging entry title was misspelled. So, I apologize about that. I didn't know how, or if there is a way to edit a previous blog so the only thing I could do was post another. I just wanted you all to know that I do know there is an "r" in tribute. Please don't let this cast a dark shadow on my blogs to come. Thank you.

A Tibute

This posting fills me with a bit of anxiety, excitement, anticipation, and curiosity. After many perplexing conversations by the "Bunko girls" I'm told they're called, about blogging, I have decided to step into this crazy world myself. I feel like this is really a turning point in my life and I can't wait to see the fruits of my blogging labors.

However, I feel it very necessary to point out that this is mostly in tribute to my dear new friend, Ilene Proudfoot. (Please note that the presentableness or lack thereof of my blog or page, whatever you call it- I still need to learn the vocabulary- does in no way reflect the sincerety or importance of my tribute) I just felt that I needed to let all of the blogging world know what a true and heaven-sent blessing Miss Ilene has been in my little life.

I hope that this doesn't sound too pathetic a story but I just want to really describe this sweet friendship. In November I had a sweet little baby girl. In December we moved from Utah to Medford, Oregon and then six weeks later we moved here to Eugene. All of these have been such great blessings but have really tested my sanity, my confidence, my happiness, and my faith. I have loved Eugene and have been so grateful for the many friends and relationships we have made. However, from the deepest bottom of my little heart I have been longing for a dear friend. Not just someone to make small-talk with or to have superficial conversations with just so we have an excuse to have someone to go to the park with, but someone who honestly cares about me. I've just been wanting that friend that you have that connection with that it doesn't matter what you say, they knew what you meant.

Of course I realize that these friendships don't often appear out of thin air, sometimes you have to work at them, and that friendships now, as a wife and mommy, simply have to be different than those I had in the past as a carefree young girl. However, I felt this what I would like to call "connection" with my sweet Ilene. And now she is leaving me. And while I am somewhat mad at her for this I want to thank her from the depths of that same little heart for giving me, at least for a little while, that friendship I have been so much longing for. The feeling that someone truly cares. The feeling that they want to be with you. The feeling that you have someone to talk to who knows what you are going through and really cares you are going through it too. The feeling that you've found a friend you like so much that you cry when they move away.

I hope that any of this has made sense. I promise to work on the clarity of my blogs. But I am so grateful for this great person who has come into my life and for moments at a time has helped to lift that dark cloud we all sometimes feel. I am so excited for the Proudfoot's newest adventure and I know they will do great. And I know I am praying for Ilene to find that friend in Spokane that I have found in Eugene.