The day after Hunter saw his friend for the first time in the ICU – he decided he needed to go to work…for Scott. He had two weeks before school started, so he was going to hit it hard.
He approached neighbors offering his lawn services for a donation to his friend. Side note: The first neighbor he approached is a good family friend – we know them well and I’m sure glad we started with him because Hunter got approximately 5 seconds into his “sales pitch” before he broke down in tears and had to take some time to gather his thoughts again. It was hard talking about his friend and the long road ahead of him not to mention how it was going to impact their friendship and what they would be able to do together.
The first couple houses he visited he fought back tears and a shaky voice as he described the situation. And each house he got the same response – We would love to help you, help him. Hunter had a little calendar where he filled in the family’s name as he planned out his two weeks of service.
This was at the end of July/beginning of August – It was so hot! After his first two lawns at 9 in the morning, he realized he needed to get up even earlier to fight the heat. He started getting up almost every morning at 7am for two weeks – some days he had 2 or 3 lawns lined up and he came home a hot sweaty mess every single day.
But each time he came home beaming as he picked up the envelope on the kitchen counter labeled #SCOTTSQUAD and inserted more money into it. He worked so hard and was so excited to share the money with Scott.
Our neighbors and friends were so generous to a boy they didn’t even know. But they knew Hunter and they showed extreme generosity to his friend.
Bennett watched what Hunter was doing and wanted to help out and donated his yard work money as well. As the money piled up, Hunter’s excitement grew. He couldn’t wait to share the good news with Scott.
A couple days after they brought Scott out of the coma, we went to go visit him. I was in Scott’s room and Steve, Hunter and friends were in the waiting room (they weren’t letting any kids in at that time). We facetimed so they could see each other and Hunter shared with Scott what he had been doing. Scott was a little confused, and told Hunter he should keep the money. Hunter again assured him the money was his. Tears welled up in Scott’s eyes and those tears turned to a sob as he tried to understand why people were giving so much to him. Why him? I don’t think he understood the gravity of his situation having been out of his coma for just a few days.
It was a happy day when Scott was moved out of ICU and Hunter could go visit him and deliver that special envelope that sat on our counter for weeks – grease, food stains and all.
I can see Hunter’s heart has changed from dealing with this situation and it is evident in the way he worked hard for his buddy. My heart has changed as I’ve seen the generous outpouring of love and support from so many loving friends and neighbors – there are so many good people, willing to help.
Bless this sweet boy and his recovery.
It was Saturday afternoon. The kids had worked hard on their chores all morning long and it was time for lunch. Of course I had just scrubbed the kitchen clean and wasn’t about to let the kids eat in it and reverse all my progress. So I suggested they have a picnic in the playhouse. A few kids were skeptical and didn’t love my plan. And then Hallie piped in with her enthusiasm and suddenly Briggs thought my mediocre idea was the best idea ever! Hallie made it a grand idea.
They were going to be playing school and the playhouse was where they would eat lunch and then they would do more school. They all bought into it hook, line and sinker. They excitedly marched outside with their plates and Steve says, ” She is a gem. What did we do to deserve her?” I couldn’t agree more.
Yes, she’s starting to display moments of teenager-itis. But she’s always quick to recognize when I’m frustrated and relieves me. She knows how to motivate the kids better than anyone and I realize just how much I need her. What can I say? She’s a gem!
Last year was Hallie’s first year at girls camp and I was lucky enough to help plan the camp and experience it with her. It was a camp neither one of us will ever forget.
This year, she was on her own…at least for the first two days before Steve and I were asked to go up on the third day and help out.
We were hike leaders for the “intermediate hike” – which ended up being a beautiful 5 mile hike with somewhat rocky terrain. I typically like to hike to a destination but this round trip trail hike had some beautiful scenery.
We were spectators/photographers for the water activities – that were planned around really warm weather. The weather ended up being a little chilly/rainy/cloudy but they were good sports to shiver through the fun.
I decided I need a bubble machine – oh the fun we could have!
We participated in a fireside, nightly games and Steve was lucky enough to land a role in one of the groups’ skit – I would show pictures but I don’t want to make anybody jealous of his mad skills. 🙂
I thought this activity was particularly interesting. Earlier in their stay at camp, the girls were each given a 6″ square that had a paint by number pattern on it. The girls used qtips to paint their little square. Some squares were mostly white, or blue or green and others blended all the colors onto one square – I’m sure many of the girls thought their painting was pointless as it didn’t represent anything when they were finished.
The night we were there, they unveiled a large abstract picture of the Savior holding a lamb in which each girl played a small role in painting. There was an audible gasp from the girls as they saw the final product. Suddenly the waste-of-time craft they did early at camp had more value: They were part of larger picture and what girl can’t benefit from that thought. It was a tender moment that everyone could feel.
We had a great time at camp. Going for one day to help out is way easier than planning camp – but I would be lying if I said I didn’t miss it. Makes me even more grateful I had the opportunity last year!
Cannon recently came home with this little project from his first day of school. We’re a month into school now so reading this brought back all the emotions of his first day.
There he stood, in a sea of other boys and girls his age waiting for his kindergarten teacher to come pick up his class. He was a ball of nerves and at one point had tears rolling down his face. He pulled it together just in time and stood in the front of the line as the teacher walked them back to the classroom waving goodbye to all the parents.
He got home from school that day and he talked about the highlights of his day. But I never heard him mention anything about that morning – until this little paper came home. They made this the first day of school and there were a whole list of words they could cut out and put on this paper and he chose worried.
He had so many questions as to who was going to be in his class. Was his teacher going to be nice? What is lunch time going to be like? How does recess work? The questions most kids new to school would ask.
I’m happy to report that he only felt worried for a very short minute. The second day of school he was back at it, excited to eat his lunch, ride the bus and see his friends again. But his initial feelings will forever be immortalized in this little paper sitting his memory box.
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