Dayton Family: Workin' Girl

Wednesday, February 27, 2008

Workin' Girl

This month has been a little crazy! For me anyway. I've gotten used to not working and just hanging out with callie and doing things at my own pace. Well I've decided to start a home based business. I'm an independent distributor for Herbalife. They have amazing products. I've already lost twenty pounds!! Well I've have had tons of training and have tried to fit four years of business school into one month! I thinks it going to be good though. I needed to help out and going back to work at home was the perfect solution.

I also have been able to go through the Rexburg Temple twice now. And not that driving to IF was a great distance but it is very nice to have in just a few minutes away!! Brandon and Callie are also doing good. Callie is a busy little girl!! We got her a training potty and she used it for the first time today!!! She was excited becuse I was excited but still doesn't quite understand what happened. I know it will be a huge process. I love hearing from everyone and hope all is well with all of you!!!

Love Darcie

Callie has a blast with my fuzzy socks. They look like leggings on her. I think it is so cute!!!!

Callie loves playing with her aunt Taylor any chance she can get. We had fun watching Taylor play Basketball during district!!!!

2 comments:

leslie mae said...: I think Callie looks A LOT like Taylor!! She's a cutie! Love seeing the pictures.; 6:38 PM
Jessica said...: I am so glad you are back to blogging, love the new look! I agree with Leslie - Callie does look a lot like Taylor. It is fun having little sisters, and brothers to entertain - isn't it?; 9:25 PM

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What I Wish Everyone Knew

I wish everyone knew that this hurt never goes away. We still need support, and I still need to hear my son and daughters' name. Now, even more than before, I NEED to have their lives validated.

I wish everyone knew ....that even though my babies' deaths were the most painful experience of my life, I am grateful for the pain, and I would still choose to have them even knowing that it would end the same....and I would give anything to cuddle them in my arms again, if only for a brief moment.

I wish everyone knew... that my heart leaps with joy every time someone asks me about my babies.

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I wish everyone knew that an early miscarriage and/or losing a tiny baby is just as difficult and painful as losing any other child.

I wish everyone knew how much I need to talk about mybabies, and how happy it makes me when someone asks about them.

I wish everyone knew the struggle that I go through everyday to answer the simplest questions, like: How many children do you have?

I wish everyone knew it is ok to talk about my loss.

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I wish everyone knew that I have completely changed because of my experiences.

I wish everyone knew how much I love and miss my babies.

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I wish everyone knew what it felt like to long for just 1 more second with their baby. Maybe then they could truly cherish all the billions of seconds they get with theirs.

I wish everyone knew that us mommies who lose our babies carry them with us everywhere we go...for the rest of our lives...and to say we are changed...is putting it rather lightly.

I wish everyone knew and appreciated what an absolute miracle each and every child is, from conception to birth, viable and enviable.

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I wish everyone knew that even if you don't know what to say to me, saying nothing at all is more painful than you can imagine. Ignoring me and never speaking to me again because it makes you uncomfortable to be around me is worse than being uncomfortable or saying the wrong thing.