Thursday, April 26, 2012

It's Not Fair

On my last post, I said that I received a painful reminder of what a blessed life I live. That painful reminder came last week when the world lost someone who blessed us all with her presence for 56 years.  I can't believe it happened, and I can't believe I actually had the opportunity to know her.

I'm sure that you would think that I'd be titling this post "It's Not Fair" because something about Emma's life isn't fair.  And normally, you'd be right.  But what's not fair is also something that reminded me how blessed I am to have known an incredible woman, one whom I will never forget.  Frances Carter was the most angelic, sweet, and kind lady I have ever known.  But don't take my word for it; talk to anyone who's ever been around her for 3 minutes.  God must have taken her to Heaven with Him because she was about as close to perfect as any human being possibly could be.

I have known the Carter family for a very, VERY long time.  I lost touch for a little while during college, but since then, we have reconnected with them (especially their kids, Caroline and Steve).  Mrs. Carter survived breast cancer and not only retained her sweet spirit during it all but also showed the world how to live courageously and embrace your blessings.  She was recently diagnosed with a different type of cancer, and it began hurting her body in ways that were worse than expected and quicker than expected.  Frances Carter passed away on April 12, 2012 at 4:14 pm.  She was surrounded by her loved ones when she left this earth, and her loved ones are now surrounded by her as she looks down from Heaven.

Our family has tried to spend time with the Carters to remind them that they are loved and that they are not alone.  I know they appreciate it, but no one can replace your mother.  Thankfully, Mrs. Carter's faith while she was here on earth has reassured her family that she is celebrating with her Lord, cancer-free and pain-free.  Heaven gained a beautiful, sweet voice, and I know she is dancing up there just like she did here.  In the book, Heaven Is For Real, Colton says that there are dogs in Heaven.  If that really is the case, all the dogs in Heaven gained a new friend as well.

Mrs. Carter's generous spirit will never be forgotten.  She has set so many examples for all of us.  She has shown us all what it means to be a loving, supportive mother...an example that her children will one day live out in their own lives.  She has shown us what it means to be kind to and appreciative of others, without regard to race, social status, age, or education.  Most of all, she has taught us all how to LOVE.  Pure, unconditional, never-failing love. 

Here are some excerpts from her obituary:

Frances Proffitt Carter, 56, died Thursday, April 12, 2012, after a brief illness.

She was born September 16, 1955 in Greenville, SC to Moody Graham Proffitt, Jr. and Vallie Kelley Proffitt. She was predeceased by her parents, a brother, Charles Kelley Proffitt, and a sister, Valerie Proffitt Buice.

Mrs. Carter was a 1974 graduate of Greenville High School and a 1976 graduate of Anderson University. She loved dance and was a dance instructor with her sister, Andrea, and also Barbara Selvy, for many years in Greenville. She was a lifelong resident of Greenville and a member of First Presbyterian Church.

She will be remembered for her kind heart, her generosity, her love of family and her devotion to friends. Everyone who knew Frances loved her and felt the warmth of spirit she portrayed. She loved her family and enjoyed being with them at home, the lake and the beach. Her family always came first and she loved spoiling her dog Bailey. She was a member of Horizon Women's Bible Study and The Knitting Club.

Surviving are her loving and devoted husband, Steve Carter of their home; a son, Steve Carter; a daughter, Caroline Carter Knight and her husband, Matt; a brother, Moody Graham Proffitt III and his wife, Rhoda; a sister, Andrea Proffitt League and her husband, Jimmy; and a number of nieces and nephews.

Memorials may be made to the Susan G. Komen for the Cure Foundation, 301 Halton Road, Greenville, SC 29607, or the Cancer Society of Greenville County, 113 Mills Avenue, Greenville, SC 29605






A picture is worth a lot of missing blog posts

I realize I haven't posted since sometime in early April.  And I don't regret it at all.  Our lives have been crazy busy with a lot of the good stuff that life is made of...and some of the very, very bad.

Here are pictures of some of the good...and I'll fill in with words when necessary.

Playing outside






Attending Elsie's dedication






Celebrating Easter












Experiencing a new form of technology at Buffalo Wild Wings



Falling asleep on loving friends


Emma is constantly learning new words (hurry and Bible in adult-speak, HUH-wee and BUY-boh in baby-speak).  Oh, let me add that we did not actually teach Emma the difference between a Bible and regular old book.  So when she said BUY-boh the first time, we tested her.  She passed.  Somehow that child can identify a Bible as different from any other book, even when those books have dark covers like most Bibles do.  Our little child of God.




Emma is repeating everything, too.  She's our very own little parrot, and it's hilarious.  The best is when she says to herself, "Thank you you're welcome.  Thank you you're welcome.  Thank you you're welcome.  Thank you you're welcome."  Just like Gary Oldman on Friends when he played Joey's drunk co-star.  I'm so proud of Emma for her first Friends quote...and she made it a good one.  She has begun to call more people by name.  I think one of the cutest ones is Holly, and she gets to practice with two Holly's.  Except it's pronounced Hah-wee.
 
 
Emma has also had a yard sale, gone out to eat with and visited friends, swung in our new swings, taken walks, read books, struggled with a cold, spent a lot of time with one of her very favorite people, "Gee" (Magee), tested Mommy and Daddy's limits, thrown tantrums, had tea parties with Nan, taken a total of about 300 steps in the walker at the last 3 therapy sessions, fed herself with utensils, learned to say words that sound like curse words if one of us isn't around to interpret (there are a surprisingly large number of these), gone through a weird, poor-sleeping phase, learned how to count to 10 (but still skips 9), and learned how to identify Donald Duck, Daisy, Minnie, and Mickie on tv.

What a blessed life we live.  I am reminded of that every day by my sweet girl, but I got a fresh reminder, albeit a painful one, by another event that happened two weeks ago today.  My next post will explain what I'm talking about.



Tuesday, April 3, 2012

It was an.....

itsy bitsy teeny weeny yellow polka dot bikini.

Ok, so not polka dots, but stripes and not a bikini, but a one-piece halter, but still precious.  I'm not big on ruffles all over little girl clothes, but a bathing suit can't have enough ruffles.  There's just something about a subtly colored suit with lots of ruffles.





 Sleepy Mason


Almost naptime


Chubby chin

Chubby hand

Monday, April 2, 2012

A pictorial of our week so far

Natural curls




Beach baby





Uck, sand.  Get this off my hands.









Sweet Mason