Reflections on a Domestic Goddess (and how the enterance and exit strategy to life are so similar)

Hey Kids, Sorry it's been a while since I've checked in... We had our rendezvous in Cincinnatti (sp?) last weekend and while we were out there, we found out my Gandma Lambert (mom's mom) had fallen very ill and they were only giving her a few days to live.

I was fortunate that my work has been super understanding and my team amazing to allow me to spend this last week with her. Hospice had really only given her 3-5 days; and she's now on day 8 ... I'm not praying for a recovery...like President Hinckley, she longs to be with her sweetheart. It's been 12 years since my grandpa passed away. And I can honest say that I know she's going to be so much happier.

It's been so interesting to watch how the circle of life, and plan of salvation, unfolds before our eyes. When we come into this world, we are so reliant on those around us to take care of us... and it seems the same is the case as we leave this mortal shell.

I know this isn't my typical repartee you might have come to expect from "suite spots," but I think it's important to be real in these posts. I've been really reflective this past week...I've spent some time reading my grandma's "spiritual journal" in which she shares that she will probably just end up having a diary as everyday with her beloved Elwood is a spiritual experience. She talked about the laundry and ironing being a "labor of love." And the meals she prepares for the two of them and her family... a day of baking might include 2 chocolate cakes, a couple dozen rolls, some loves of bread and a few pies... she talks about her grandchildren and my mom doing her hair (they had a standing Tues/Fri appointment I think).

There was one entry where she talked about how much she enjoyed the company of a certain friend because "they don'tgossip." I thought that was so awesome, and I could learn a lot...

Suddenly, "Marketing Recruitment" and "Human Resources" doesn't seem so important in the grand scheme of things. I mean, I've made a great career for myself; enjoyed some level of success in corporate america (I've even been published); but it pales in comparison (seems kind of ridiculous for a woman, actually) to be so caught up in something so material (don't even get me started on my penchant for designer hand bags.) I feel so guilty about how shallow I am...

In honor of my grandma yesterday I got up early and worked on the kitchen and our house... I cleaned and mopped and straightened and vaccumed (I still can't spell that word) and thought I would do something nice for my husband and take pride in my home (grandma talked a lot about this).

On Valentines day, I even got up and made Danny breakfast (this has not happened in MONTHS!). Buckwheat heart-shapped waffles with homemade butter syrup, ham, scrambled eggs, and rosemary cheddar potatoes... It felt nice to be "serving doemsticly." I think there's something to this homemeaking thing... I'm thinking it's going to be even more fufilling than a multi-level logistical marketing strategy fused with the principles of sound public relations... yeah, it's going to be way better than that.

So pray for my grandma's release (if it's the Lord's will of course)... she's lived a tremendous life and it would be so cool for her to see her sweetheart so close to Valentines. ;) ssm