Sweet Life in the City

Looks like Sunday night will be my night to blog. We had another busy week at the Riggs' house (are you picking up on this theme lately?). I got a text Sunday night asking if I could cover after school on Monday until 5;30. Samuel has play practice almost every night so I would have to go back and get him at 5:30, so I agreed to fill in for the regular teacher who does after school every day. We got home close to 6:00, I made supper, homework, bedtime, and Monday was over. Tuesday was the Open House for the high school. I didn't need to go, but I felt like I needed to go and just give some moral support for Jeremy. It was a great turnout and we are continuing to pray that the families that came Tuesday night will chose to register their children. It was after 9:00 before we got home. Wednesday I had a staff meeting until 5:30, we rushed home and got ready for our real community group. I may have mentioned this, but we are meeting at the church until we break for summer instead ...

I know it has been three weeks since my last post. Life got really crazy and then I felt like to much time had gone by so I knew that if I didn't post tonight it would probably be another 6 months before I picked up writing again. The first weekend of April we had a Riggs' invasion going on in my house. ALL of Jeremy's family came in for the weekend so the siblings could run a half marathon with their dad. We had 18 people staying in our house from Thursday-Monday. It was so much work to get ready fro everyone, but it was a great weekend all being together. We only are all together around Thanksgiving or Christmas time. Jeremy and his brothers led worship at our church Sunday and it was just a sweet time for them and our church. Everyone left on Monday and our Spring break started on Monday so I had plenty of time to get my house back together, or so I thought. I took it easy on Monday because I was just too tired to do anything on Monday. I slept in a little on Tuesday. I ...

April 2nd. The day that changed everything. 14 years have gone by since April 2nd became more than just another day on the calendar. I had gone in a few days before this date to have some outpatient surgery. I was expecting to go to my doctor's appointment for a quick follow-up and was prepared to be told that the surgery had fixed the problems I was having. We had been married for three years and we were ready to start our family. We knew we were going to get good news and be able to start planning for our future family. We sat in the waiting room surrounded by expecting mothers. Other women would smile at us, probably thinking that I was expecting. We sat in that waiting room dreaming of how wonderful that day would be. I remember everything about this day 14 years ago. I remember what I was wearing, what I had had for breakfast, conversations I had at work, the songs that played on my car radio on the way to my appointment, and the thing that will forever be burned in my mind wa...