Houses

This weekend Missy had me watch a movie called "My Life As A House". This was wonderful and touching movie and about a man, his son and the house they are building. I definitely recommend it but I do suggest that you have a box of kleenex with you when you watch it.

This got me to thinking about the houses we live in. Some of us live in big houses and some in small houses. I live in a small house. When we moved into our house 29 years ago it was new. It was our job to create the home that this house was to be. To give the memories that would be stored in the soul of the house.

All of these houses start out the same. It is what we fill them with that makes them a home or just a dwelling for our possessions. I'm not talking about furniture. I'm talking about the feeling that get when you enter a home. Our home was one of those houses that was not quiet. We had two children and numerous animals running around. Our furniture was hand me down. But when I entered that home I always felt love surround me. I hope that is what everyone else felt when they entered that door.

Now the children are gone and the house has a quiet that is totally different from before. It is weathered and worn. Like it's owner. In the last few years, the home has changed. Now it has become a refuge and sanctuary. It is where I go when something is amiss. Either with my mind, spirit or body. It is my safe haven that I can run to, lock the door and feel safe. It is where I can hide from the rest of the world. The house and I have grown old together.

But even though the house is my sanctuary and retreat, it is still a home. A place where my children can come. A place where they can return to their childhoods. It is their place of comfort when needed. And on special occassions, like Christmas, it is the return to memories and traditions that are so important to a family.

Now the house is making new memories with a new generation. Once again the living room is cluttered with the toys of a child. Squeals of laughter fill the air when my granddaughter is there. Hopefully, when she is older, this house will hold lots of memories of love and laughter. I hope that she will always feel safe and secure when she walks through that front door.

Yes, a house can so much more than the bricks and wood that make it a house.

Fall

Fall has finally arrived in Central Texas. I'm sure it won't last but it was so wonderful to walk out to 50 degree temperatures this morning. In a couple of days we will be back in the 90's again so I plan to enjoy it while I can. We seem to have two seasons around here. Air conditioning and heating.

At least Serif found she could still wear her sweater


I hope everyone has a great weekend.

Sick Baby

I love computers. Not only is it a great way to keep in touch with the world but it's a great way to keep in touch with your family.

What did we do before we could im someone whenever we wanted to? This morning I had a sick grandbaby. There's nothing worse than a sick baby. She was throwing up during the night. Her poor little tummy was bothering her and she didn't want to eat anything. Her mommy stayed home with her.

Missy was good enough to im me and let me know what was going on. She has been able to keep me informed step by step of Serif's progress throughout the day. From when she was able to start sipping water to when she woke up and finally smiled. I am so fortunate to have a daughter who includes me in this wonderful little girl's life.

These days families are scattered and it's hard for grandparents to spend time with their grandchildren. I know of grandmother's who, if they are lucky, get to see their grandchildren once a year. When I was growing up I didn't see my grandparents that often. To me they were voices over a telephone.

I was so happy that my children grew up in the same town as their grandparents. They were able to enjoy them as they grew up. Both of my children have loving memories of their grandparents. There is a special bond between a grandparent and their grandchildren.

I am so happy that I live in the same town as my precious Serif. I try to spend as much time as I can with her. I want to be as much a part of her life as I can. I feel sorry for those grandparents that live close to their grandchildren and don't take advantage of spending time with their grandchildren. They are missing so much.

I definitely think they have it right when they said the best part of having children is that sooner or later, if you're lucky, you get to become a grandparent.

Serif is feeling better so Grammy G will be stopping by for some hugs and kisses on the way home from work. I am so lucky.

Home

Grammy G was what is known as an Army brat. That means that my daddy (your great-grandpa) was in the army and we moved around a lot. When I was growing up we usually moved every two to three years. It could be hard. Especially being an only child. That meant I spent a lot of time alone and learned to play by myself at an early age.

Don't get me wrong. I loved my life. Of course, to be honest, it was the only life I knew. What I was getting at is that I was used to change.

When I met your grandpa, I settled down to one spot. When we first got married, we lived in a duplex on 6th street. Grandpa's Granny lived in the other side of the duplex. It was nice there and we loved it but we both worked in North Austin. This meant we had to get up very early in the morning to get to our jobs. Since my job started at 7:00 am, we had to be on the road by 6. Trust me, nothing has changed. Grammy G was even less of a morning person back then. So we started looking for a house in North Austin.

We found a great little house. I loved that house. It looked like a doll house. It was very small but perfect for our little family. We were so happy there. That's where we brought your mother after she was born. Unfortunately, adding another child to the family (we already had your Uncle Tom) made the house a little small for us. So we had to look for a house big enough for the 4 of us.

That's when we found the house that Grammy G lives in now. Your mommy was 9 months old when we bought that house. Grammy G has been in that house 29 years this last July. As I said before, I was an Army brat and I was not used to staying in one place that long.

Your grandpa was used to coming home and finding the furniture moved around. That's what I would do when I needed a change. I would move furniture. That worked pretty good but right now I've run out of ways to rearrange my furniture.

Maybe that's why lately Grammy G has actually thought about moving. This last summer was really hard on me. The temperature was over 100 degrees most of the summer. The allergies have been the worse they've ever been. So I started thinking about the possibility of moving.

Then I thought about where I would go. I have family in Kansas. I have lived in Kansas and, even though it is a very nice state, I wouldn't want to live there. I have friends in Colorado and in Oregon. The weather would be nicer there. (At least until the snow came) But then I realized why I couldn't go to any of those places. It's because you wouldn't be there. I don't want to leave my wonderful beautiful grandbaby or my wonderful family. You are too precious and you are growing up so fast. There is no way that I would willingly miss a minute of my special time with you.

So thoughts of moving have put away until they sneak into my thoughts again. I will continue to try to figure out how to rearrange the living room and I will spend every minute I can with you. Afterall, home is where the heart is and my heart is all yours.

Family

This has been a very busy weekend for Grammy G. It was all about family. Just the way I like it. I got to spend lots of time with all my favorite people.

Friday night I had a wonderful visit with Tom, Missy and Serif. As usual, Serif was the main attraction. She entertained us all. Terry had to deal with some family matters and joined us later in the evening. It was all very relaxed and a perfect ending to the work week.

Saturday brought the preparation for Emily's 10th birthday party. What a special day for a luau. The weather was warm and the sky was bright blue. Missy and Terry were helping to care for their friend's animals while they were away this weekend. That meant I got to go with them to care for them on the way to the party and then again when the party was over. It was so much fun to visit with Tibalt and Hamlet. They are both great. Hamlet is the cat and usually a little leery of people but since mommy and daddy were gone Ham was more than happy to accept pets from me. Tibalt, part wiener dog and rat terrier, loves everyone. We had a good visit. Tibalt and Serif are great friends.

Then it was off to the party. We got there early to help set up. Terry's mother is one of those talented people that is very creative. She made a tiki hut bar and also one of those cardboard posters that you put your head through to have your picture taken. One side was a hula girl and the other was a male torch dancer. All the girls loved having their pictures taken. There were straws with flowers on them. Rubber duckies were provided for your drinks. Or, in Serif's case, chewed on. There was a limbo contest and a hula hoop contest. Lots of laughter all around. It was a great birthday party and I think everyone had a wonderful time. The only draw back to the whole day was mosquitos. By the end we were all just scratching our legs raw.

By the time the party was over, all the grownups were pooped. We grabbed Terry's mother and the five of us headed out to a well deserved dinner. It was so nice to sit and relax over some good mexican food. Serif made the rounds around the table and enjoyed eating from everyone's plate. She gave special attention to both of her grandmothers. After a nice relaxing dinner and good conversation, we were all ready to go home to our beds.

Sunday morning was for laying around and relaxing. I had felt like I had spent very little time with Bosco so he got my full attention. Lots of pets and loves. After everyone had a nice relaxing morning and naps were out of the way, it was off to the store. Poor Terry was sick on Sunday so he wasn't having the best time. Allergies in Austin are bad this time of year.

After the store, it was home to get ready for a new week. It was such a nice weekend. I always love spending time with family. But I have to admit it was nice to kick off my shoes, pick up some knitting and relax in front of the TV. Sometimes there just aren't enough hours in the weekend.

Sore Feet

I read somewhere that as you get older you lose padding on the bottom of your feet. Can you believe that? Now, trust me, Grammy G has lots of fat she could lose all over her body. But I never wanted to lose fat from the bottom of my feet. Guess that explains why I need to buy cushions for my shoes. Another of those strange things about getting old.

They really wear that sweet grandbaby out at day care. I was lucky enough to be able to pick her up from day care yesterday. I got that sweet smile of hers when I got there but she was falling asleep by the time I was buckling her into the car seat. Such a sweet baby. Bosco went crazy when I carried her into the house. He just couldn't understand why he couldn't kiss her when we got there. Finally after about an hour I let him nudge her some and I started loving on her. We were able to ease her awake and she woke up with a smile on her face. Then the fun began. We got to play. She loves her new baby doll. Luckily I remembered to pick it up because Bosco loves it too. Unfortunately, his love is a little more distructive than hers.

The only time she was unhappy was when I wouldn't give her one of Bosco's goodies. I finally had to give Bosco one of her animal crackers and then give her one. She gave her first one to Bosco to make sure they were eating the same thing and then took one for herself. Boy that dog eats well when she's around.

Friends

Grammy G is so lucky. I have wonderful children but my children have wonderful friends.

Last night as I was standing at the refrigerator trying to figure out what to cook, my wonderful daughter called. She told me that my precious granddaughter missed her Grammy and that their friends had included me in their invitation to go to dinner. How sweet is that? I couldn't say no. Especially when my bug missed her Grammy. I petted old Bosco and was out the door. When I pulled up all the kids were in the front yard. Serif got the biggest grin on her face when she saw her Grammy drive up. That definitely made my day.

We had such a nice visit. Missy's friend Marissa is getting ready to leave for Las Vegas to attend her brother's wedding. How exciting. Two young people getting ready to start their lives together. I know it's going to be a joyous occasion for everyone. I even gave Marissa some quarters from me to play in the slot machine. Hey, I'll try anything.

This afternoon I get to pick Serif up from day care. How exciting. I can't wait for this work day to be over. I will take her home with me and her parents can get her after their appointment. I have a list of everything that I'm supposed to remember from the school. Hope I remember everything. Once I get my hands on that baby, everything else just goes out the window.

Monday

It's already Monday. I can't believe that the weekend is already over. There just aren't enough hours in the weekend for me.

Last night a cold front came into Austin. Now here in Austin cold fronts are different than in other areas. It meant that the temperature went down to the 50's during the night and the high is supposed to be around 85. After over 100 degree temperatures all summer that's down right cold.

I love the cooler nights. It feels so good to snuggle into the bed and be all comfy and warm. Of course right when you get to the good comfy the alarm goes off and it's time to get up and get ready for a new week of work. Don't get me wrong, I love my job and the people I work with. I just wish I could work like say from 10-5. At full pay of course. Then I could sleep in and get up when I feel like it.

I had such a nice weekend. It's so boring but just the way I like it. We had family night on Friday night. Patti has been having problems with her medication so she couldn't make it. We all met at Missy's house and had a nice visit. We sat around the table and ate some pizza and then played a game. It was a short night because everyone was tired after a busy week at work. Plus it had been a more emotional week that usual.

Saturday I had a Daughter of the King meeting in the morning. In the evening the kids came by and surprised me with dinner. We sat and watched Gray's Anatomy. The kids couldn't watch it so I recorded it so we could all watch it together. I love my DVR. The plan was for me to take care of bug for a couple of hours but she would have nothing to do with that. She was determined that she was going home with mommy and daddy. As they drove away, she had that grin on her face. The one that said yup I got my way. She is so much like her mother at that age.

After the kids left, my best friend called to chat. We love to sit and compare stories about our grandchildren. Of course she has more stories to tell since she as three grandchildren and I only have the one. Since I had my precious Serif spend the night with me, she decided it was time for her Layla to spend the night with her granny. Apparently they had a fantastic time too. That is so special. I can't wait until mine will spend the night with me again.

Sunday is our usual shopping day. The grocery store is lots more fun when we go as a family. Makes it go by faster. First we went to Target to get Emily her birthday presents. I think I got some things she will like. I sure hope so. I still can't believe she's going to be 10 years old. Then it was off to the grocery store.

Toddlers are so funny. Last weekend Serif couldn't get enough of me. This weekend she wanted nothing to do with me. Oh I got a quick kiss and she let me hold her for a little while but she really wanted her mommy and daddy this weekend. That's okay. I'll be patient. Maybe next weekend she'll want to be with me again.

Wonderful Children

I honestly don't know how I could have gotten through yesterday without my wonderful children and my precious grandbaby. They are my link to my wonderful Patrick.

For some reason this has been a hard year for both my kids. As I have said before, perhaps we feel the loss more because of our precious little girl. I am so sorry he can't enjoy her the way I can.

I was able to spend the day with Missy and Serif. We had lunch with Tom and Terry and then we girls headed to the mall. I was surprised that I was able to find some shoes for me. That definitely brightened a dreary day.

After work we all got together and went to the lake. The drought was really obvious. The lake was down so low. But it was beautiful out there. I am always happy when we can go there. It's so much nicer than a graveyard. Serif got to see the fish swimming in the lake. It was lovely and peaceful and I think it helped everyone.

When we left the lake, we all went out to eat. It was nice sitting around a nice big round table with my family around me. I was so thankful that I was able to be with them. Of course Serif kept us all entertained.

The depression is lifting. It felt good to go to work today. I pray that Missy's depression will leave her soon too. I know that this is hard on her. I wish I could help her but all I can do is be there if she needs me.

Patrick will always be missed. But he is part of us and he is always in our thoughts and in our hearts. Life still goes on and I plan to do a lot of living before I join him. Afterall, there's a grandbaby to spoil.

How Long?

So how long do your mourn your one true love? Is it a year, two years, an eternity?

Tomorrow my wonderful husband will be dead 9 years. That is a long time to mourn. I get mad at myself for missing him so much. I figured okay 1, 2, maybe even 3 years this day would be hard but who thought it would still hurt so much 9 years later.

True, I don't pine for him daily. I do think of him almost daily. Happy thoughts of our times together. Even an occassional thought of not so happy times together. I do talk to him almost every day. But I don't think I'm hanging on to him in an unhealthy manner.

We had almost 25 wonderful years together. Like any couple we had our good times and our bad times. I have to admit that the good times definitely out numbered the bad. Patrick was a very loving and giving man. He loved his family more than life itself. There was nothing he wouldn't do for any of us. He left behind a legacy of love that we will all cherish.

Don't get me wrong he had his faults. He was human and he was a man. Needless to say there were days I could have throttled him. But in the end we had a wonderful friendship. We loved to talk and laugh. I remember those talks that would start after the kids went to bed and lasted until the wee hours of the morning. I remember having a bad dream and having him there to hold me when I reached out to him.

Maybe it's seeing his grandchild growing into such a little person and seeing bits of him in her. Maybe it's knowing how much he looked forward to being a grandfather and the fact that he is missing this beautiful child. Maybe it's remembering all the plans and hopes and dreams that we had for our golden years that will never be.

Tomorrow I will spend time with our children and grandchild. They are a piece of him and our love that will live on. Yes he is gone physically but he is so in my heart that he is never far from me.

On this the anniversary of his death, I will remember his wonderful smile, his gentle caress, his wonderful kiss and gives thanks for the years we had and try not to think of the years we aren't going to have.

Slumber Party

I can't believe it has been so long since I last blogged. I definitley need to do something about that. I have been very lazy lately.

This weekend was a special treat for Grammy G. My sweet grandbaby spent the night with me. This was the first time she has slept away from her mommy and daddy. I was so excited to be the one.

I was all prepared. I went to the store and got one of those rails for my bed and installed it on Saturday morning. On Friday night I went to the store and got milk and some goodies for us. She is a picky eater so I got things I new she liked. I always have animal cookies for her but I needed some ice cream and gold fish. She does like her gold fish.

As usual, she didn't want mommy and daddy to leave but once they left there were no problems. We went outside and played a little and read books and hugged and kissed and she played with her toys. We sang and talked. She was such a sweet happy little girl. Then around 10:30 she just walked over to me and put up her arms. I picked her up and she laid her head on my shoulder. She patted my back a couple of times and went right to sleep. I put her in my bed and I crawled in with her.

Poor Bosco, my sweet old lab, was not sure what to make of this. Her parents were supposed to come and get her. I am his mommy and he doesn't like to share. He loves her but he's a bit jealous. Actually he's a lot jealous. He must have come over to check on me three different times during the night. I guess he wanted to make sure I still loved him most.

She slept so good. I was constantly waking up and checking her. That's normal since it was the first time and I'm not used to having someone in my bed. She stirred a little around 6:20 but didn't wake up until 8:30 in the morning. I was so lucky. She wasn't sure what to make of everything when she woke up in my bed and saw me. There was a surprised look on her face and then after I sang her a good morning song she smiled at me.

In the living room I put on some oldies music and she and I danced and sang as we got ready to greet the day. That baby does like good music. She was so happy. I got her some milk and she helped me get Bosco fresh water. These days Bosco is jealous when she gets something to eat and she gets jealous if Bosco gets one of his goodies. Each wants what the other is having. Just like a couple of little kids.

I had gotten some muffins for her breakfast. She would go over to the dining room chair and pat on it. I would then sit down and put her on my knee and she would eat. Why talk when all you have to do is point, pat or grunt. Right?

Then it was more dancing and playing with toys. Around 10 o'clock I thought she wanted to talk to her parents so I called them. They were doing great without her and were sleeping. Apparently it wasn't them she wanted to talk to because she just went on playing when they were on the phone.

The kids arrived around 11:30 to a big smile from their baby. She was so happy to see them. After some visiting we headed out to the church. This was my day to deliver altar flowers. I am happy to say that the one delivery we were dreading (the 14 months old little boy in Children's Hospital) had been sent home and we were thrilled to send some flowers to him through his grandma. The rest of the fowers were left at a nursing home to help brighten the place for those staying there.

The kids took me to lunch in payment for baby sitting. Silly them. I thought that's what all the bug kisses were for. Apparently Grammy time wasn't over because that sweet grandbaby wanted to be on my lap and eat some my lunch which I was more than happy to share.

Then we went shopping. She was so good and I got lots of hugs and kisses throughout the day. A fact that was pointed out many times by her mother. I couldn't believe how lucky I was. We wore that poor baby out. She was asleep before we hit the grocery store and slept through the entire grocery store.

By the time I got home I was exhausted. It had been a long day and I'm not used to picking up and holding 20 pounds of love so much. My back and arms definitely felt it. The poor dog was just dragging. After a few phone calls, Bosco and I were off to relax in our beds. He was spread out snoring in his dog bed before I ever got into my bed. I have to admit I didn't watch much television before I went to sleep.

Shortly after I got into bed, the thunder and lightning started. It was wonderful. We are so dry and my poor yard needed the rain so badly. I love laying there listening to the rain on the roof. What a wonderful way to fall asleep after such a perfect weekend.

Thanks, kids, for sharing your wonderful precious daughter with me. It meant the world.

Vacation Pictures

Okay so we are home and everyone is back on schedule. The pictures are developed from the trip and life goes on as normal. There is one problem. As I sit and scan the hundreds of pictues taken, one thought keeps going on over and over in my mind.

Who the hell is the fat old lady holding my granddaughter?!!!

I guess it's true that we never see the real us when we look in the mirror because I swear I have never seen that old lady before. But that same face and body keeps showing up. What is going on here?

In case you haven't guessed, part of the problem is that I have had another birthday. Normally birthdays don't bother me but, as I am getting closer and closer to 60, they are starting to bug me more and more.

So what is the solution here. Well I could start lying about my age, but I really don't think that would help.

I could go on a diet and lose a bunch of weight. The problem with that is that my fat and my body have become so close over the years that I notice they have a strong attachment to each other. They hold on to each other closely. If I could convince them to part ways, I would like to lose about 100 pounds. That would make me a chubby grandmother. Not bad. I could live with chubby grandmother. Then the kids wouldn't have to get an extra large coffin for me either. Then when I looked at my pictures I'd be older, skinnier and saggier. Not sure about that either.

So here's my solution. While I contemplate another diet and how to make my life more miserable. I know it's not a diet it's a lifestyle change.

Anyway, back to the subject...From now on my children can hold the image of me in their hearts because there will be NO MORE PICTURES OF ME!

There that takes care of the problem for now. I can live with that.

Home Again

We are home from our wonderful vacation. Everything was great. I loved being with my family enjoying all the California sights.

I am a cancer so going to the coast in San Diego was wonderful. I loved standing there and looking out into that beautiful ocean while the tide rushed over my feet.

The zoo was fun and Serif loved the polar bears. They put on a good show for her. We wore ourselves out though.

Then it was off to Disney Land. We spent the afternoon we arrived in Downtown Disney. The next day was half of Disney Land. Then there was the California Adventure and our last day was the rest of Disney Land.

We went on lots of rides. I had a ball. Kathy, Terry's mother, took me on my very first every roller coaster. I even have a picture to prove it. It was great and I am sure that one day I will do another. I loved the Haunted Mansion. That was where Serif waved to the ghosts. So many rides and so many memories. It was awesome.

This was not one of those laid back relaxing vacations. We were on the go from the first day. We would start out in the morning and not stop until it was time for bed. My poor feet had no idea what I was doing to them.

When we got back Tom had made hot dogs and hamburgers and brought them over to celebrate the 4th. We had a wonderful family celebration that ended with fire works in the front yard. It was after midnight when I finally crawled home. I was totally exhausted.

The next day was spent in bed and resting on the sofa trying to get my poor swollen feet to get back to a fairly normal size. Boy it sure was hard to get up and go to work on Thursday. Luckily it was only a 2 day week. I'm going to enjoy this weekend.

I cannot tell you how great Serif was on this trip. That baby was so good. Here she was away from home being dragged everywhere and off her usual schedule but you wouldn't have known it. She was so good and seemed to really enjoy herself. I hope she remembers some of it. Luckily her mother took hundreds of pictures to remind her.

Tom did a great job taking care of the house for me. Bosco was in good shape but I think he missed me because he wouldn't leave my side on Wednesday. He was right there even when I went to the bathroom. Poor puppy was so unhappy when I had to go back to work. He's going to be happy when we get back into our old routines this weekend.

We are so fortunate that we have a family that can spend 6 days together without any problems. Everyone got along wonderfully. It was a vacation full of love, laughter and memories. It's a vacation I will cherish always. Thank you Missy and Terry.

Busy Bee

I can't believe that this is Monday and we leave for California on Wednesday. Time is really getting short and there is so much to do.

It was a jam packed weekend. It started on Friday night with the family getting together. I was able to give Tom all the last minute isntructions for while I am gone. I am so fortunate to have a son who is willing to house sit and take care of my puppy. Between him and the neighbors everything should be taken care of. Bosco won't even know I'm gone.

I got up on Saturday and did my cleaning. Then I got to take care of my wonderful granddaughter for a few hours so her mommy and daddy could get some cleaning done at their house without a little one under foot. She and I had so much fun. She is so active now. You spend a lot of time running after her. I love the way she stops and looks back to make sure you are there. She was fascinted with my bedroom this time. She discovered the nightstand and loved getting all the books out and looking through them. We would sit and talk while she sorted through everything. My goodness that little girl can move. After much talking and laughing it was time for a nap. She just came up to me and put her arms up to be picked up. When I lifted her up she laid her head on my shoulder and went to sleep. Can anything be more precious? We both had a nice little nap and then mommy and daddy showed up to take her home. I had such a wonderful time with her and Bosco was so good with her. He really does love her. He's just happy when she goes home.

Then Sunday was running around and getting the last of the stuff. I still have some things to pick up but most of the stuff is finished. I even got a few things put in the suitcase. I still can't believe we're going.

Guess it's time to make my final list of things to do. With my memory, a list is a must.

Shoes

Who would have thought that finding a comfortable pair of walking sandals could be so difficult. Missy and I have been trying to find shoes for our vacation. We needed something that would be comfortable and let us walk for all the hours need for the San Diego Zoo and Disney Land. That isn't that much to ask.

So on Saturday afternoon we set off on our journey. We started at our usual place...Target. We want good shoes but we don't want to necessarily pay a lot for them. After wandering around and making several purchases, we emerge shoeless. So it was onto the mall. We went to every department and shoe store in the mall. Looking and not finding. It was very discouraging. We actually found ourselves in a time warp. We both figured it was around 5:00 but when I looked at my watch it was 7:15. We could not believe it. We left the mall tired, discouraged and shoeless.

On a brighter note I must say that I have the most wonderful granddaughter in the whole world. She put up with all that time in the mall like a real trooper. She walked around a little but spent most of the time in her stroller just singing along as we shopped. She was such a good girl.

I have to admit that I was very discouraged. I was so afraid that I would not find what I was looking for to wear on the trip. I knew I could get some tennis shoes but I really wanted some sandals. It is going to be hot and I didn't want to fool with socks and such. I know I can be a bit picky.

On Monday Missy suggested we go to REI and see what they have. So we take our lunch hour on Tuesday and head out shoe shopping again. I couldn't believe that we walked in and I found exactly what I wanted. Even though I tried on other shoes, the first ones were the ones I got. I love them and have been wearing them to make sure they are comfortable for the trip. Unfortunately, Missy's aren't as comfortable and will have to take hers back. I have faith she will find what she wants when she exchanges them. Okay I spent a little more than I wanted but they are so worth the money and will definitely last forever. Plus my feet seem to really like them. So that is one more thing to take off the list.

So I guess the moral of this story is not to give up. What you are looking for is out there. You just have to keep looking. Hope that's true about bags. That's the next thing on my list.

Father's Day

Sunday is Father's Day. Missy has a great day planned in celebration of Terry's second year as a father. He really is a great father. He deserves a special day.

It used to be that I hated Father's Day. After lossing both Patrick and my father within 6 months of each other, Father's Day was just a reminder of what I didn't have. I still miss them both terribly but life goes on. They are in a better place and I'm here with a precious little girl.

So, the present is bought and everything is ready to celebrate the newest father in our family. I hope his day is as special as he is.

Happy Father's Day Terry. And Happy Father's Day to all the father's out there both young and old.

Party Time

What a full weekend I had. I am dragging this Monday morning but it was worth it.

First of all, I got to babysit my sweet grandbaby on Saturday afternoon while her parents got ready for the party. What fun we had. We went outside and looked around. We took a little nap and then we played. Then her mommy and daddy came to get her and, along with her uncle Tom, we all went out for a great dinner. Everyone was in good spirits and we had a wonderful time.

Sunday was a busy day. I had to go to the grocery store alone. That was strange. I don't usually do that. Usually it's a family affair. I did miss my girls while I was there but Missy called and we chatted. Yes, I was one of those ladies going through the grocery store with a phone to her ear.

I went over to help the kids get ready for the party. (They called. I wouldn't have gone over if they hadn't. I'm not THAT kind of a mother.) I watched the baby while they did some last minute cleaning. Then Kathy came over and we filled up the balloons while Tom and Patti did the crepe paper. It was lots of fun. Before we knew it the house was filling up. I can't believe how many people came. There were kids running every. It was perfect. Of course, there were a few tantrums here or there but overall the kids were really good. She had no idea what was going on. She just kept walking around.

Tom and Patti got her the neatest piano. It's a prefect little minature red piano. It is just darling. Lots of clothes and books. At this age, they have no idea about getting things. She was not interested at all in opening presents. She was more interested in all the big kids running around.

The party was supposed to be from 3-5. I think the last family left around 9:00. That is the sign of a successful party. Missy and Terry worked so hard on everything and it showed. Their house looked great and the decorations were perfect.

Tom, Patti, Marissa, Aaron, Missy, Terry and I sat around after everyone left just relaxing. It was wonderful sitting back and just visitng for a little while. Before we knew it, it was after 10:30. I finally got home a little after 11. Exhausted but happy. I do have to admit that it was hard to get up and get going this morning but it was well worth it.

Serif had a first birthday that will be remembered by family and in pictures for years to come. It was a perect way to celebrate her first year.

TGIF

It's Friday and I can't wait for the weekend. Not only for the sleep which I am really looking forward to but it's also the big birthday party for our new one year old. There will be lots of friends and family gathering on Sunday to enjoy my sweet granddaughter. It's going to be lots of fun.

Last night best friend called to talk about grandbabies. She has three and, just like me, never tires of chatting about them. I answer the phone and hear: "Is this the grammy of a one year old!" That started it and, except for an occassional stray to our health, the total conversation was about how fortunate we are to have these wonderful creatures in our lives. She leaves on Saturday to go to the beach with all of her grandchildren for the week. I'm so happy for her. This is a special time for them. We are so fortunate that we have children who include us in our grandchildren's lives.

I am desperately trying to get everything ready for our trip to California on the 28th. I have noticed that as I get older I want to get things done early. I don't like running around at the last minute. I want everything done and out of the way so I can leisurely take care of things. I got some clothes. (You must have new clothes for a vacation.) Now I am on the lookout for a bag to carry on the plane. No luck yesterday but I have not given up. The bag I want is out there. I just have to find it. Until then, I will keep looking.

Have a great weekend.

It's Been a Year

The party was a wonderful success. I still can't believe it's been a year. Serif knew she was the center of attention and loved every minute of it.

I have to admit that since I had given her the bear the night before, I had to stop by the store and get something for her. The baby had to have something to open up from her grammy on her birthDAY. I got her a cute little phone. She loved it. She was pressing buttons like mad.

Missy made her birthday cake. She did a fantastic job on it. It was beautiful and tasted great. Serif did a great job with the cake. Not too messy but messy enough. She did get it in her hair and on her parents. I'm sure she was wondering why everyone was sitting around watching her eat. She has no problem being the center of attention.

Shortly after Terry's family left, Tom and Patti arrived. Serif was so funny. Patti put the bag with her presents on the floor and while we were talking Serif pulled out one the the presents. It took a little encouragement but she learned how to open a present. She loved her presents from Uncle Tom and Tanta.

It was a wonderful evening with family. There was lots of love and laughter. What a wonderful way to celebrate the first year of a wonderful little girl.

Happy Birthday

Today my sweet grandbaby turns one year old. I cannot believe it. Where has the year gone? She is such a big girl now. She holds on to your finger and just walks you everywhere.

Last year at this time I was sitting and waiting to have my driver's license renewed. Everyone sitting around knew that my granddaughter was going to be born that afternoon. I was so scared/excited. I was worried about my darling daughter having a c-section and that everything with her and the baby would be okay and I was so excited about this new experience that was waiting for me. The experience of being a grandmother. I had no idea the love and happiness that the next year would bring me.

I followed the kids to the hospital. They got ahead of me for a little while, but luckily there were no cops around, and by doing a little 75-80 I caught up with them. Then began the waiting. Luckily I was able to be in the room with her before the c-section. The doctor was late so we all sat around and talked about how hungry Missy was. I remember standing out in front of the surgery with Terry while they were prepping Missy for her surgery. The doctor came out and I told him to take good care of MY baby. He just smiled and patted my shoulder and assured me that everything would be fine.

I hate waiting but everyone was so sweet. They brought a chair out for me to sit by the nursery so I could see the baby as soon as she came in. It wasn't long before I saw Terry arriving with my beautiful granddaughter. I could feel Patrick there with me as we looked at her for the first time. She was so beautiful.

I wasn't totally happy until I finally saw my baby. She was so happy as she held her baby. It was so wonderful to watch. They were both well. All my prayers had been answered.

It had been 28 years ago that I laid in a hospital bed in that very same hospital and given birth to my baby girl. I knew the happiness that Missy was feeling. I knew the love that she was feeling for this beautiful new baby that she was holding. Until that moment I had no idea that I could love a baby as much as I had loved Missy. I found out about a grandmother's love that day. It is strong and it is pure.

The only thing missing was my wonderful Patrick. I could feel his presence and I knew he was as proud and happy as I was. I see so much of Missy in Serif. I see so much of Patrick in Missy.

Last night I couldn't wait and I gave Serif her birthday present. It sounds very vain but I gave her a Grammy Bear. I went to make a bear and made it for her. I put my voice in it. I wanted her to know that I am close to her no matter what. That if something should ever happen to me, she will have that bear to remind her, not only of my voice, but the love that I have for her.

Tonight will be her first birthday cake. No cutting it up in small pieces for her. It will be the typical first birthday cake that is presented to the baby in celebration of her first year. She will be able to get her hands in it and eat or spread as she wants. We will all sit and remember last year at this time and say our prayers of thanksgiving.

Happy Birthday Serif. I love you.

Mother's Day

Oh my goodness. I can't believe it's been so long since I last blogged. I really need to get better about this.

I want to share my wonderful weekend. It was so fantastic. I have the greatest children and children-in-law in the whole world.

Saturday was spent sleeping in and then meeting my kids for a wonderful brunch.The food was delicious and everyone was in good spirits.

I can't tell you what it feels like to sit at the table and look around at your children all grown up. I felt such a wonderful sense of happiness and satisfaction. They have grown into such wonderful adults. People that I would be proud to have as friends not just my children. Sitting there looking at these young adults and thinking back to when they were growing up. All of the frustrations, heart aches and worry were so worth it. They have grown up to make their mother proud.

After a nice relaxing lunch, I went home to rest up for the adventure ahead of me. Yes I was going to baby sit so my wonderful daughter and son-in-law could have a romantic evening of dinner and ballet. I was ready to spend some quality time with my adoreable granddaughter. I got there early so mommy and daddy would get ready for their date. Granddaughter was a little fussy because of a couple of teeth that are coming through on top. So, of course, mommy gave her some tylenol to make her feel better. It worked. She was happy and fun by the time they left at 6:30.

We played with some toys and everything was going well. Suddenly she got hungry so we sat on the sofa and had some of her bottle. There she was half sitting with her head on my shoulder drinking her bottle. I was just chatting away with her, when I looked down and she was sound asleep. Already. Okay so I figured she would sleep a little and then we would play. I held her close and kissed on her and played with her fingers and toes. All the normal things you do when a baby is sleeping in your arms. The time passed and she wasn't waking up. So around 9:00 I laid on the sofa and snuggled her close. We both ended up asleep. She woke up around 11:00 and wanted some more bottle but never really woke up. She was still sleeping soundly when her mommy and daddy arrived home around 12:30. She slept almost the whole time I was babysitting. Of course she woke up shortly after I left so that she could keep mommy and daddy awake.

After such a busy evening, I had a very relaxing Sunday morning. I have been so bad about going to church lately. I defintely have to get myself back on track.

Sunday afternoon was spent with the whole family. It was so much fun. It always is when we all get together. We just visit and play games. Since my wonderful son couldn't make the party, he called to wish me a happy Mother's Day. Both of my children are so thoughtful.

We all brought food so there was plenty to eat. Beautiful granddaughter was the center fo attention. She was sleeping when I got there. It was so sweet when she woke up and just wanted her Grammy to hold her. Of course, I had to force myself to comply with her wishes. I love when she first wakes up. She is so cuddly and snuggly.

We went out to see the rest of the family. Soon she was fully awake and showing everyone what a great dancer she is. She is so cute to watch. She just bounces up and down and swings that little arm. She entertained us with her dancing for a while and then she furniture walked to the end of the coffee table and put her arms out to me. I put my hands out and as she started toward me I pulled them back a little. Before we knew it, she had taken 3 whole steps toward me. I can't believe that she walked to me. What a big girl she has become and my fantastic son-in-law got it all on tape. What a wonder Mother's Day present. It was so perfect. She didn't walk any more but I didn't care. That was all I needed.

As usual, my darling daughter gave me a very wonderful and thoughtful Mother's Day present. I love the Willow Tree Angels. She got me the "Thank You" one. That and a beautiful card that she wrote a very special message on. She got what she wanted. She made me cry. It was such a beautiful and thoughtful present. Between my grandbaby walking and my wonderful daughter, it was a perfect day.

On the way home, I stopped by the grocery store and did my weekly shopping. By the time I got home I was ready to relax and get ready for the week ahead. It was such a wonderful weekend. I am so blessed with my family.

Later, best friend called and we had our weekly granny chat. It's so fun to share all our news about our wonderful grandchildren. What a wonderful way to end a great weekend.

I hope that all of the mother's out there had a very special day yesterday. And for those of you who didn't have their mother's with them. Know that their love is with you always.

Easter

Anyone who knows me knows that I am a devout Christian. No I am not a "bible thumping" Christian. I am one of the quiet believers. I will talk about it if you ask, but I am not pushy about it. Many other Christians believe that is wrong but I'm pretty laid back about everything including my religion. I'm the type that as the debate is going on all around me, I just sit back and quietly believe. I have always believed.

I have had bad things happen to me in my life. The hardest was the death of my husband. I remember the pain so much. I had never realized that is was a physical pain. I felt the pain of my heart breaking. But during that time my faith kept me going. My husband was also a deeply religious man and I knew he was at peace.

I have been fortunate that I have so much more good than bad in my life. I believe it is very important to take time to say thank you during the good times. Everyone turns to God when things are bad, but do you stop and thank him every day for all the good things that are happening? I hope so. I believe that is very important.

So why am I on my soap box today? Because this is the holiest of times. This is Lent and Easter is approaching. Everyone is coloring their Easter eggs and getting their pretty new Easter outfits. I hope everyone will take a moment to say thank you for the candy and the new clothes. I hope that everyone will take a minute to remember why we are even having this celebration.

Here is something I heard the other day that you might enjoy as you eat your jelly beans you get from the Easter Bunny.

The Jelly Bean Prayer

Red is for the blood He gave
Green is for the grass He made
Yellow is for the sun so bright
Orange is for the edge of night
Black is for the sins we made
White is for the grace He gave
Purple is for His hour of sorrow
Pink is for our new tomorrow
A bag full of jelly beans colorful and sweet,
Is a prayer, is a promise, is a special treat
May the joy of Christ's resurrection
Fill your heart and bless your life

May you and your family have a very blessed Easter.

Flowers and Time Change

This time change has been killing me. I'm finally getting to a point where I can blog a little. Between lack of sleep and work I haven't been able to get back here.

I have the sweetest son in the whole world. He came on Monday and brought me the most beautiful flowers. They smell heavenly. The whole office smells. That and a lovely note was a wonderful surprise. We even had time to sit and chat a bit before I started feeling guilty about work. This is the first time he has visited me at work. It was great.

Then I got to get my sweet grandbaby after work and take her home with me. She fell asleep on the way home. Bosco was so surprised when he came in and found her there. He gave her a good once over though. Her parents came in a little later but they got to visit a little bit after she woke up. It was a nice visit. I sat her on the counter where her mother used to sit and gave her crackers. She is getting so big. She could walk if she wanted to but she's happy crawling right now.

Tuesday was a terrible day at work. Everything went wrong and I was so tired. The time change really caught up with me. I felt like I couldn't get anyone to call me back or answer my emails. Maybe they were all feeling as yucky as I was. Luckily I made it through the day without doing too much damage and went home to go to bed early. A good night's sleep has done wonders for me.

Today is a much better day. I love days that I feel like I'm accomplishing something. Right or wrong I'm getting things done. Things are hitting the fan over some decisions that I have been told to make concerning conferences but I think I'm safe. Only time will tell.

Well back to work. Tonight is a go home and relax night. Nothing exciting except knitting and petting the dog. I have to admit night's like that can be very enjoyable. I think I may be getting old or something.

Grandchildren

I so love being a grandmother. I can't tell you the pleasure and joy that little girl brings me. I highly recommend grandmotherhood to everyone.

I got to pick sweet grandbaby up from school yesterday. She was so excited to see me. It just made my heart leap for joy. She crashed on the way home. After we got home and everything unloaded I got her out of her car seat and held her while she slept. I love doing that. When she woke up she was such a hungry baby. I cannot believe what a difference there is in her eating since she had the tubes put in her ears. After that was play time. She is at such a great age. I know the next stage will be great too but I am cherishing this one.

She was interested in something on the television and stood there all by herself for ages without even realizing it. Once she gets her confidence up there is going to be no stopping her.

Sunday she gets to come to my house while her mommy and daddy go to the ballet. I am so excited. I need to stock up on grandbaby foods to keep at my house. Now that she eats big people food I get to make dinners for her. This is going to be so much fun.

Of course Bosco is still not sure what to think of her. I'm not sure how he will feel now that she is moving around more. It's going to be interesting to see how the two of them get along as she gets bigger. I will definitely keep you posted.

Right now I am concentrating on the fact that it's Friday and I get to sleep in tomorrow mornig. I am so ready for that. Plus must clean for grandbaby's arrival. There's a busy weekend ahead.

Plus don't forget to change your clocks!

My Daddy

Today is my father's birthday. He would have been 83 years old.

He was raised in Beatrice, Nebraska. He had a great childhood. One that our children will never have. He was in farm country and had dogs and horses. He had a bull dog that he loved and grew up with him. He got Pal when he was five years old. Pal died the year Daddy went to college.

His father was the sheriff of Beatrice. Daddy was a popular guy. He played football, was on the swimming team and in the drama club. He loved to sing and dance. He was an acolyte and very involved in the church. He was a happy go lucky guy. My Grandma liked to tell the story about how he got in trouble for not coming fast enough when she called him. He was instructed to come immediately when she called no matter what. So the next time she called him, he rode his horse into the kitchen telling her he didn't want to take the time to get off.

He was working at the bakery in town when my mother went to collect a bill for the trucking company she worked for. Apparently it was love at first sight for him. He bet his best friend, who was working ther with him, that he would marry that girl. They dated and became engaged shortly before he left to join the Marine Corps. He was a member of the Second Marine division and fought in the Pacific. When he returned, my mother and her mother met him in Oregon and they were married.

They ended back in Lincoln with my father going to college and working part time. When I came along, he decided to go back into the service. He joined the army and shortly went to Officer's Training School. My father was one of the last mustangs. That is a person who works his way up from an enlisted man to an officer. After getting his bars, he went to flight school. He loved flying. Either helicopter or fixed wing. You could always see when things were getting to him but once he went flying, espcially his night flights, he came back a different person. He always said it was a wonderful experience. You leave your problems on the ground and up there it's only you and God.

During his career, he served in Korea and Vietnam. Those were hard times. He loved his family and hated being away from us. One of my earliest memories was getting up early in the morning with just him and having our morning "coffee". Mine was a drop of coffee in my milk. At that time we would sit and discuss all the affairs of the world. We had fun. We had serious talks. We laughed. This was special our time. The last time I had this with my father was the day I got married.

My father was a gifted leader. His men admired him and would follow him anywhere. Many a time one of his men would come up to me and tell me what a wonderful man he was. That he would follow my father to "hell and back" if he asked him to. I know that my father never asked his men to do something he himself would not do. I know of a couple of missions that he did in Vietnam that he wouldn't ask his men to do because of the risk.

The military was not the only thing that was my father. In fact, it was only a part of him. He was a very personable person. People were drawn to him. Especially children. He would listen to each one and they knew that he cared about what they had to say. He had a patience and a childlike quality that broke down that adult/child barrier. My counsins were so jealous of my father. They loved him so much and wanted him to be their father. In fact my cousin called my father when he was accepted into West Point before he called his own father. His heart was big and there was room for everyone. My children were fortunate to have been able to spend time with him.

He was a loving husband to my mother. They were together for 47 years. They had a wonderful life together and my father cared for her up until the day she died in his arms. He was lost without her. She was his love and his anchor.

On March 26, 1998, my father collapsed in the doctor's office. He was rushed to the hospital but he held on until my daughter and I arrived. It was hard seeing him lying there hooked up to all those machines. I took his hand and told him it was okay to go to be with my mother. He squeezed my hand. He waited until we had left the room and then he died and went to be with my mother.

There was a memorial service held for him at the Army Retirement Center that he lived. He broke the record of the number of people attending. He had made many friends and touched many lives in his life. He was a man that believed in God, country and family. He loved a party and enjoyed life to the fullest. He thought that if you slept past 6:00 am you had slept half your life away. He loved to laugh and to sing. He was always singing to us. He loved to play golf and he loved football. He was a great influence on me and his grandchildren. We all better for having had him in our lives.

Happy Birthday Daddy! We miss you.

Modern Medicine

Sweet grandbaby is doing so much better after her ear surgery. They took her in on Monday and had tubes put in her ears. She was such a trooper. I am so proud of her.

Bright and early on Monday morning I arrived at my DD's house to find a sweet grandbaby all ready to go. She was in much better shape than mommy. A mother has to worry. This is her baby. I have to admit that Grammy was a bit worried too. The poor baby had not eaten since 2:00 am but she was good about that. She did suck on her sippy cup and that empty sound was terrible. Her Grandmother showed up too. We were all there to entertain our precious girl. Of course everyone was very impressed with her. They were running an hour behind but Grandbaby took it totally in stride. Mommy and Daddy got to go back with her while both the grandmother's waited. It really wasn't long before they showed up with a sleeping baby in Daddy's arms. Grandmother had to go back to work but we three, with sleeping baby in tow, headed out to breakfast. About half way through breakfast baby woke up and Mommy's mood brightened. Sweet Grandbaby was hungry and managed to eat some breakfast with us. She just wasn't sure what had happened to her.

After a great breakfast we all headed out to go shopping for Grandbaby. I found a couple of cute outfits and two wooden puzzles for her. Mommy and Daddy got her a couple of outfits and her Easter outfit. The Easter outfit it precious and she is going to look great on Easter morning. Then Mommy and Daddy threw in a new toy and we all headed home. Once home, Daddy handed Grandbaby to me and she immediately laid her head on my shoulder and went to sleep. There was nothing for a Grammy to do but hold her while she slept. Such a hard chore but I proved up to it. She woke up with a smile and ready to play some. Later DS brought over pizza for everyone so he could visit with Grandbaby. She definitely enjoyed the attention.

That night I got a call from BF. This poor woman has been through so much and now she is having to take on her parents and their financial problems. Her mother is in early stages of dementia and her father is just trying to cope. They have gotten themselves into a terrible financial problems. So BF's job is straighten everything out and get them on the right track. All of this on top of not feeling well is hard on her. She's such a wonderful person and I have depended on her many times through the last few years. I am so sorry she is having to watch her parents go down like this. I miss my parents terribly but I am thankful that they both were themselves up to the end. At least she has her wonderful grandbabies to help keep her spirits up. We do enjoy sharing stories about our precious grandbabies.

Daddy's Girls

Happy St. Patrick's Day. This is a bad day for me. St. Patrick's day was always a big deal for my father. He was a proud Irishman. He taught be to be proud of my Irish heritage. He pushed it so hard that I would forget that I have some Polish in me too. He taught me about leprechauns. My mother would get so mad when he and I would see leprechaun's dancing in the fire. She never saw them. My father had a big impact on my life. I miss him very much.

Last night I went over to Missy and Terry's to babysit. It turned out that Terry was not going out but asked me to stay and take care of Serif so he could do some work. Boy was that a bad idea. That little girl was determined to be with her daddy. There was nothing I could do to make her happy. She never cries like that when I take care of her. Usually we have a great time and she doesn't even notice her parents aren't there. But I guess knowing that her daddy was in the house was all it took. She would scream until he came into the room and got her. Once he picked her up everything was great and she was happy as a lark. When I left she was on the sofa with Terry happy as could be chewing on his big toe.

I am so ready for the weekend. I want to relax and veg. That's what I usually do anyway. Maybe a little house work but mainly just relax. It's been a busy week. I love Saturdays because that's the one morning that I don't have an alarm getting me up. I love that waking up on my own and then sitting around reading the paper and enjoying my coffee. I am definitely ready.

Happy St. Patrick's Day!

Reunions

Today was full of mixed feelings. Missy and I went to lunch with the group from our old office. It was so strange to see them all again. It had been about a year and a half since we had all last been together. Many things had happened in that time. Everyone had found new jobs (since the company closed), babies were born and we were all older. But it was also very bitter sweet.

I came to this company 3 months after Patrick died. I have to admit that the first 6 months of my employment there I was in a total fog. It was one of the hardest times in my life and the people there were my lifesavers. Missy worked there also and that helped a lot. It gave me a reason to get up in the morning. Something to face every day. Plus getting a paycheck was a necessity Especially since I was trying to recover from the bankruptcy. It was scary because other than working with Patrick, I had not had a job for almost 24 years. People aren't crazy about hiring someone who worked for their husband. They have a tendency to think that you kept your job by sleeping with the boss. Okay I did but I was also good at what I did. Anyway, because of Missy, they were willing to take a chance on me. I like to think I proved them right and gradually took over most of the office duties. I loved the people I worked with and they became more like family. I count each and everyone of them wonderful friends that I cherish dearly. Not at all like my job today.

The job I have today I got because I was qualified and capable of doing the work. They knew I could do the work and I proved them right by not only doing the job but taking on extra responsibilities. I also love the people I work with and look forward to going to work every morning but they are not my family. They are people that I work with and I enjoy their company. There is not the connection I had with the other company. When I leave work, I leave all that behind and go to my home and family.

So lunch was happy and sad. Very mixed emotions. I have to admit that it felt good to go back to my office and job. I've been there for almost a year and a half and I belong there. I'm very comfortable there.

Last night I got to visit with Serif. She is getting so big. She actually put her hand on my mouth and yelled at me. I believe she was telling me to be quiet. Can you believe that? Of course it worked.

Well that's it for now. I'm going to try to get up and exercise in the morning but no promises. It's been cool in the mornings lately and great sleeping weather. Since I'm not sick any more I really have no excuse but knowing me I'll find something.

Pleasant dreams.

Sunday Evening

Well it's Sunday evening and I'm getting everything ready to begin a new week.

I have bronchitis and it has really gotten me down. I finally finished the medicine and, though it doesn't hurt quite as much to breathe, it has still got me down. The medicine has been playing havoc with my stomach and I'm still so tired. I don't need this for a number of reasons. First of all, I have a bunch to do next week at work and, secondly, I hate being sick. Being sick has stopped my lenten program of exercise but at least I have been able to make it to church.

Last Friday I got to babysit. That was such a treat. My sweet grandbaby is getting so big. Last Tuesday she not only turned 9 months old but she cut her first tooth. I can't imagine where all the time has gone. We had such a good time playing. She is so much fun these days. But then she got sleepy. As I held her and looked down on that sweet, adorable face, I was struck by how big she looks now. She is not that little baby but a big girl that smiles in her sleep and talks on the phone to me.

Tom even came over and visited while I was babysitting and then he got to visit with his sister when she got home. I am so glad they are getting closer. When I'm gone I want them to have each other. Of course he's also worried about Missy and her Graves Disease. Isn't that a horrible name? I know they named it after a doctor but it's still a terrible name. Missy has done so much research on this subject. She has opted to take the medication. She is supposed to start it on Monday. We are all praying that she will have no side effects. They can be brutal but I have faith that everything will work out. I just want my baby well.

The other good news is that Patti and Tom are trying to get their boxer pregnant. If all goes well, she will have a liter for Mother's Day. This is an exciting time for Tom and Patti because Hulda is a great dog. She's beautiful and has great pedigry. Hopefully they will have some healthy and happy puppies. I can't wait to see what Serif will do when she has the puppies crawling all over. That will definitely be time to get the video camera out.

Well the laundry is finished so it's time to fold clothes and head off to bed. Hopefully Monday will be a good day for everyone.

My Children

No matter how old they get I still worry about my children. You may not know it but when you have a child (and you don't have to give birth to be a mother) it is a life long commitment. Everyone talks about when their kid turns 18 they are out the door. Well I have news for you. Even when they walk out that door they are still yours and you still worry about them. They never get too old for that.

Last year at this time we had Tom in the hospital and were worrying if he would survive. So I spent every spare moment I had sitting in his hospital room. Now this year it is Missy. She is sick and she has to come up with the best treatment for her.

This is where it gets hard. Your children are adults and you are proud of the adults they have become. But it's also hard to give up control. I want so badly to take care of her but I can't. She has a husband now and that is his job. I can only be there when she reaches out to me. I must respect the fact that she is a wife and a mother. My baby grew up and I'm so proud of what she grew up into. But no matter how old she gets, she will always be my baby. Luckily she still needs her mommy occasionally too.

My Dining Room Window

I love sitting at my dining room table in the morning, with my coffee and looking out the window. I have sat and looked out this window every morning for 29 years.

I have watched the sun come up. I have watched all the times the leaves have fallen off the trees in the back yard. And I have watched those same trees sprout their new leaves in welcoming the spring. I have watched the grass grow green and see it turn brown when the frost comes. I have watched the seasons come and go through this window.

I have seen the yard full of toys and children running around in happiness.Their laughter filling the air. I have seen the garden being freshly planted and the sprouting new plants and then the vegetables growing to ripeness. I have watched the puppies romp in the backyard in their youthfulness and gradually grow old as they strolled the back yard.

The children are grown, the garden is grown over and the dog is old but I still sit and look out the window and sip my morning coffee. The sun rises in the morning bringing in a new day. The squirrels are running around gathering the pecans that have fallen to the ground. The blue jays are flying among the trees. Spring is coming again.

Exercise

Okay, did I ever tell you that I hate exercise? Well if I didn't, I do. I am I really do HATE exercise. I hate the sweating and the moving. Which, of course, explains my size and my need to exercise.

I promised Missy and I kept my promise. I did exercise and I will continue to do so. Everyone says if I keep doing it, I will grow to love it. We will see about that. If it can happen with me then it can happen to anyone. I will remain the skeptic until it happens.

Yesterday afternoon was so wonderful. Missy came and kidnapped me from work and, after we picked up Serif, we proceeded to have a wonderful afternoon of just wandering around the Arboretum and talking. We do that very well any time but there are times when it is very special and this is one of those times. We wore poor Serif out so much that she fell asleep before we got out of Barnes and Nobles. That is one thing that Patrick taught us both. The love of books and book stores. Whether the books are old and used or fresh off the press. Books are something to be cherished. I could spend hours in a library or book store. I hope that Missy and Terry (and maybe a little help from me) will teach Serif the love of books. I found a good first Easter book for her.

Well now that my exercising is over for the day, it is time for me to resume my rightful place on the couch.

What a Week

Oh my goodness. I cannot believe the week I have had so far. I am so glad that tomorrow is Friday. I am totally exhausted. The next time I decide to tell them at work that I need something to do, please hit me along side the head.

The good part is that I have enjoyed my family for the last 2 nights. On Tuesday it was Fat Tuesday so we, and some very special friends, got together for pancakes at IHOP. That was great but, unfortunately, they only had one cook so it took 2 hours for us to get our food and eat. Thank heavens for friends and conversation. It definitely helped the time pass. Even though we were starving when it finally got there.

Then it turned out that I really did need to work late on Wednesday so instead of going to church we were bad and met with Tom and Patti at Kerby Lane. That was so wonderful. We all just sat around and relaxed and talked. It was perfect and no one could believe it when it was 9:00 and we all had to go to home and go to bed.

Luckily things slowed down a little today so I was able to catch my breath. I'm hoping it won't get too bad again until next Monday but you never know what tomorrow will bring. Missy gets scanned tomorrow afternoon and I told her that if she wanted I would take off early and we could hang out. We'll see how she feels.

The good thing is that I got to spend some great time with my beautiful granddaughter. She is just getting so big. Well age wise. Definitely not size wise. She is so little and petite. But she has a smile that lights up a room. I just marvel at her every time I see her.

So I decided to stop by the store on the way home. There was a sale but I couldn't find anything to buy except a pair of pants. I did stop by the pet store and while I was there I couldn't resist getting Bosco a present. I hope he likes it and doesn't tear it apart. So far he seems to like it and that's good. He's my baby.

Well it's time to get ready for tomorrow. Just one more day to wake up and then I can sleep in. I can hardly wait.

It's Monday

Okay it's definitely been a Monday but it's been a great one. First of all it was a beautiful day. Which I really enjoyed looking at from the kitchen window at the office while I heated up my Lean Cuisine. That took a whole 4-1/2 minutes.

I was so busy today. I couldn't believe it. I have been complaining about not having enough work so they gave me a new job. This has kept me going today. Also trying to make up for being sick last week and falling behind. Don't get me wrong. I love being busy. The day went by so fast and I loved it.

My poor puppy was so happy to see me. He just didn't know what to do when I was sick. His goody amount went down while I was sick. I was talking to Jesse about labs. He has one too. Such great dogs. Anyway, he was saying how his dog is old and has slowed down so much and has hip problems, etc. She is a smart dog because she lays at the foot of the stairs waiting to see if they are really going to stay up there. If they stay up then she'll go on up and join them. So I ask how old she is. She's 10 years old. My baby is 12-1/2. So far (knock on wood) Bosco is doing so good. Keep dancing for me boy!

Missy called and made an appointment for me to give blood. She and I will go together. I will give blood and she will give platlets. After I give blood, I will be able to give platlets. Then I will have to get tested to see if I am able to give anyone bone marrow. This is so important. I really want the chance to help someone, if I can, before I get too old. I think this is so important. I hope anyone reading this blog will also think about doing this. You could be saving someone's life.

A New Day

Today is a beautiful day. The rain is over and I had the best night's sleep I've had since I got sick. You know how great you feel when you wake up and realize you feel fantastic. Well that's the way I felt this morning. Even Bosco could tell the difference. You may think I'm crazy but I sing to the dog every morning as we come out of the bedroom. He loves it and dances along with me as we come into the kitchen for his morning goodies. This last week has not been a singing week and I knew it bothered him. But this morning we sang all the way to the goodies and he just danced along. There's nothing better than being sick and getting better. You never appreciate feeling good more.

I had forgotten how wonderful it is having the internet at home. All the little things you look up that you don't think about. I have been having toilet problems. My toilet would keep running. I knew enough to check out things like making sure that little rubbery thing in the bottom had a good seal and mine did. I knew it was the floater but I wasn't sure exactly how to adjust it. Well this morning I decided to look it up and found it was just a little screw. I marched right in there with the screwdriver and fixed it! I am so awesome!! A few more times on line and I could become a plumber. Well actually I couldn't because I could never wear my jeans so that they showed my crack when I bent over. That's just not lady like.

Yesterday afternoon my family reminded me that they loved me. There's nothing worse than feeling sick and alone. Out of the blue Missy, Terry and Serif came over so I could have a hug or two. It was so sweet. Serif is so cudely and I got lots of hugs and kisses. She's probaby what cured me. It was so sweet of them and it felt good to just visit a little. They were on their way to a friend's husband's surprise party. There was just no way I was up to going but it was sweet of them to try to get me to go along with them. Then, after they left, I had a call from Patti. Turns out my son has been worried about me so she called to see if there was anything they could do for me. I have such a sweet thoughtful family. I have to remember that when I start feeling alone.

Right now the sun is shining and I'm waiting for Missy and Serif to get ready to go out shopping. Sunday is always our big day. I'm sitting at my dining room table, enjoying a cup of coffee and listening to the oldies. What more can you ask for?

Lazy Saturdays

I love a good lazy Saturday. Today is no exception. I woke up to the rain on the windows. Great lazy morning.

Tom is back from his Grandmother's funeral. I know how hard that was for him. It's always hard to say good-bye to someone you love.

I have been sick for the whole week. I hate it. I really think I'm doing better but it sure has taken it out of me. Being sick starts getting you depressed. You're alone because you don't want to get anyone else sick and the longer you're alone the more depressed you get. It's a vicious circle.

It is definitely nice having the internet back here at the house. Now I chat all weekend.

Friends and Family

Valentine's Day was very nice. My wonderful daughter and son-in-law surprised me at work with a bouquet of cookies, a big balloon and a valentine's day card from my precious granddaughter. What more can a grammy ask for. I put the balloon in my room so I could enjoy it and am in the process of eating the cookies. I had a friend tell me that it's a sin to let cookies go to waste so I figured I'd eat them and save the balloon and card. That makes sense doesn't it?

I have a wonderful friend that I have known for over 30 years. She has been my rock during so much. She lost her husband early and was there for me when I lost mine. She is my closest friend and my daughter's Godmother.

Last night we were on the phone for almost 2 hours. There was so much to talk about. She wanted to hear all about the trial. She was so worried about me knowing that I was on the jury. The main topic of conversation is one we have had before and that is death. Her brother had a stroke last Thursday. The outlook is not good. Now Nancy and I are doers. We are mothers. When something needs to be done you suck it up and do it. While everyone else in the family was wringing their hands, Nancy went and checked out the options for a funeral and taking care of arrangements. There was no way that his son's could take on that responsibility. This is very sad. Her brother is only 58 years old. Trust me, at my age, that is not old. I have put him on the DOK's prayer list. All we can do is wait. On top of that Nancy is having to deal with aging parents and a mother showing the early stages of dementia. Life can be so hard some times.

Between the trial and this, I am once again reminded who uncertain life is. We have no guarantees about tomorrow. Today is all we can count on. Don't waste it. Be sure to tell those around you that you love them. (That's one thing I will never regret with my husband. He always new how much I loved him and I knew how much he loved me. He died with me telling him of my love.) Also hug those babies of yours. No matter how old they are. They really do like it.

It's Over

I am happy to report that jury duty is now over. It was a very hard case and one that I will not forget for a long time. There are a lot of pictures in my head that I need to forget. It will take time. This was a horrible crime that should not have happened. The taking of a life is never right but an innocent life of a young woman with a life time ahead of her, her unborn child in her stomach and her baby daughter in your crib in the next room. There is no excuse for that. I pray that the killer will never walk the streets again as a free man. Although we were unable to agree and give him the death penalty, I will personally do all I can in my power to keep him in jail for the rest of his life.

I have learned much about our system of justice. Both good and bad. The main thing I can say is that I admire those who work to keep us safe. We are so fortunate that we can go into a courtroom presumed innocent and have the right to stand up and defend ourselves. Our forefathers fought and many died for our right to a fair trial. I may not agree with everything that happened but I do appreciate the hard work that went in on both sides. You know about this bad in the world but our lives can be so sheltered that it is still a shock when you come face to face with it.

Luckily I had a wonderful family to fall back on and that was what helped me through it all. After the verdict, Missy brought Serif over for me to baby sit. That sweet baby fell asleep on my shoulder and I sat there and held her and kissed on her for over 4 hours. I couldn't put her down. She is the good in the world. She is all that matters. She is the future.

Today is Valentine's Day. I really don't like this holiday because it is centered around couples and that just reminds me of what I have lost. That's me feeling sorry for myself. Instead I must concentrate on how fortunate I am to have had that other half of myself for all those years and how wonderful all those other Valentine's Days were. The day will come when we will have an eternity of Valentine Day's together.

So for all of you out there with or without a special someone. Happy Valentine's Day.

Family

I love spending time with my family. I am so very lucky that my children are close and are willing to share their time with me. Friday is usually family night where I get together with Tom and his wife, Missy and her husband, and wonderful grandbaby Serif. That is always enjoyable. Right after Patrick died, Tom and his wife drifted away and we saw very little of them. It's nice that they now include us in their lives again.

Missy has me over on Tuesday so we can watch Gilmore Girls. She feeds me and everything. I'm not sure how much I watch the show compared to watching Serif. I am so crazy about that little girl.

Then there is our Sunday's where we do our shopping and errands. We also try to go to church at least every other Sunday.

So you see I am included in my children's lives a lot. Plus the fact that I have a tendency to need a couple of visits for hugs and kisses from Serif during the week. She is changing so fast that every day is something new. I know I shouldn't spend so much time over there and I'm always afraid that I will wear out my welcome but...did I mention...that I'm crazy about that little girl?

I love being a grandmother. Right now Serif is very into her parents and I'm thrilled about that. Missy and Terry are such fabulous parents. But she's always happy to see her Grammy. She will give me the sweetest little smile when she sees me. She has already learned how to make my heart melt. I'm such a push over for her. That's part of the fun of being a grandmother.

Serif is now pulling up and furniture walking. I can't believe how big she is getting. It won't be long before she's walking. Soon she'll be coming over to my house to spend the night. That is going to be so much fun. I definitely have to get more toys at my house. Guess I know where the tax refund it is going.

Jury Duty

Well I am offically Juror #8. It's funny as I sit and think about this. I was so torn about being on this jury for many reasons. Of course there is the inconvenience that I will face. Some extra hours to make this as easy as possible for my bosses. The other reason is even more important because, since this is a capital offense, I will be helping 11 other people decide whether a man will live or die. That is a very scarey job and one that I do not take lightly.

It's funny because from the time I got my first jury summons, everyone has given me advice on how to get out of jury duty. Not one person said what a great honor or I'm excited for you. I only heard what a bummer it is to be called. Since this was a death penalty case the process was long and difficult. I had to go in three different times. The last one was on the stand and I was questioned by each of the attorney's. It was not hard, but it was extremely draining. They forced you to look inside yourself and really see what your feelings are. This is not always easy.

I am going to do what ever American should be proud to do. I am going to sit on a jury because I am an American citizen and that is not only my right but the right of the man standing trial. My father fought in three wars so that I could sit on a jury. Many people in other countries would and are dying for the freedom to sit on a jury. This is something that our country stands for. The right to a trial by your peers. Your right to defend yourself.

It's sad to know that next week when those jury summons go out, the first thought those people are gong to have is how can I get out of this. But then that's part of our freedom to.

Sleeping Babies

Yesterday was Missy's 8th anniversary. My goodness. It's hard to believe that eight years ago she became a wife. Time does go by fast.

The kids wanted to have a nice anniversary dinner so I, of course, volunteered to take care of the baby for them. The sacrafices I make.

I love taking care of that little girl. She is such a joy. We were doing great but, unfortunately, I had to go the bathroom. Thinking I had it all under control, I put Serif in her highchair with some stars to eat and tried to sneak off. Alas, it did not work. The screaming started just as I was sitting down. Boy you have no idea how fast you can go to the bathroom when you have a screaming baby. Needless to say she had worked herself up pretty good when I got back. So as soon as I picked her up, she laid her head down on my shoulder and went to sleep. Now I ask you, is there anything better than a sleeping baby in your arms? Of course, the answer is no. She is so soft and cuddly. I love feeling her breathing on my cheek. I just sat on the sofa taking in this wonderful miracle in my arms. I still can't believe she's my granddaughter. I also like to play with her hands and feet while she sleeps but we won't talk about that.

She woke up happy and smiling. What a wonderful little girl. We had some more stars and some chicken and rice and formula. She would eat and talk. Many times at the same time. I got to be silly and sing silly songs. Babies and dogs are good about that because they don't even think you're acting wierd. They just love it.

The evening was short. Mommy and Daddy came home while we were eating. When they arrive no one else matters. Just them. That's the way it should be. It was time for me to go home to Bosco and make up for being late again. Poor puppy has no idea when to expect me anymore. With the holidays over, I should get back on a regular schedule. I really need to because my house definitely needs a good cleaning.

Well enough of my evening. Today is another day and there is work to do. God bless and everyone enjoy a wonderful day.

HAPPY NEW YEAR

Happy New Year everyone!

My goodness where has all the time gone? I can't believe the holidays have come and gone. I have been so bad about writing in my blog. I am definitely going to try to do better this new year.

This was a wonderful Christmas and New Years. I have the best family in the world and got to spend time with them. What more could a mother ask for?

We started with a wonderful dinner at my son's house on Dec. 23rd. Everything was perfect and I had a wonderful time. Serif got to meet Hulda who just loved her. She wanted to kiss that baby so badly. She is a very well behaved dog and was very gentle but Serif really wanted to play with her. You know it was a great time because we didn't leave until around 2:00. That says something for me to stay up that late.

Christmas eve was perfect. We took Serif to church. It was a beautiful service and then came home to celebrate with Terry's family. What fun we had. I had brought crackers for everyone and then we all sat around making snow globes. They may not have been perfect but a great time was had by all. Then came the big part which was the presents. I got so many wonderful things. How wonderful to share these things with those you love.

Since it was Serif's first Christmas, Missy was kind enough to invite me to spend the night and enjoy Christmas morning with her family. It was so wonderful of her and I gladly accepted. Christmas morning arrived and I heard stirring in Missy's room. I went in and there was Serif on her mommy's chest trying to go back to sleep. The bad thing was that she wasn't even surprised when she opened her eyes and saw me standing there wishing her a Merry Christmas. Does that mean I spend too much time at her house? ;-D

Anyway we went out to let her see what Santa Claus had brought her. Those eyes were so big. She couldn't believe all those toys were hers. She really got excited when she saw the snail that Santa had given her.

The biggest surprise of the morning was for me. Santa had remembered me too. I discovered that while I slept he had brought me a stocking and a present. I almost cried when I was handed the stocking. That was the first stocking I had gotten since I lost my Patrick. The kids will never know how much that meant to me.

Then I was given a big box with a new coffee maker in it. Can we talk surprise. It was a great present. Not only was I needing a new coffe maker but this one is quite special. It grinds the coffee beans just before making the coffee so the coffee is very fresh. I can even program it. I have to admit that is some of the best coffee I've had. I couldn't have gotten a better present. Plus I think of the kids every day when I use it. They are so wonderful to me.

After that, I hurried home to start preparing Christmas dinner and everyone arrived at the house. What a perfect Christmas. I love having the children back home for Christmas and having Serif there just made it even more special. Poor Bosco is still scared of her. He just doesn't know what to do with a person this little. Serif got to sit in her high chair at my house and try some of the dinner. Not much but it was nice to know that she liked the dressing. Her favorite is still the banana nut bread. After dinner, we played games and just enjoyed being a family. It feels so good to sit there and look up and see my children all around me at the table. If only Patrick could be there, everything would be perfect. But I know he's there in spirit. I can feel him with me every day.

I decided this year to go ahead and work between Christmas and New Years. It was very quiet since most of the office was on vacation. On Friday Missy and Serif came to see me. She is just so funny. But we had fun with her in the office. No one else was around so she could just do whatever she wanted. That night we went over to Tom's again and had a lovely dinner and visited with some friends of Tom and Patti's that were in town visiting. After dinner, we all played games. Another late night for us.

New Years Eve was fun. Missy had invited an old friend of hers from her childhood and her husband. Also included were Tom and Patti and Kathy. We all just sat around and played the game Scene It. We had a ball and were able to bring in the New Year together. There is always a bad time for me at the stroke of midnight. I so miss my Patrick and everyone is kissing and I remember that this is another year without him. You'd think it would get better. In some ways it has but in other ways I don't think it ever will.

New Years day was Luby's. That's a tradition that Patrick started after my mother died so I would not have to cook on New Years day. We have kept up that tradition even after he died. It was even more special this year because Terry's family joined us. The more the merrier.

Kathy took care of Serif on Monday so that Missy and Terry could celebrate their anniversary. I stopped by and visited some and then I took over so that they could go get tatoos. Better them than me. I talk about it but I think I'm too much of a coward to ever really go through with it.

I do so love taking care of Serif. She has gotten so big. Last night (Monday) she crawled with her belly off the floor and pulled herself up all by herself. We have so much fun together. She laughs and plays and is such a happy baby. I love being around her. I get to take care of her tonight so the kids can go out to dinner for their anniversary. I am so looking forward to it.

I guess that pretty much recaps the holidays. One of my resolutions is to post more. Let's hope that I can keep that one.

Oh and another thing is that I finally got the story "Dirty Faced Angel" written down for Missy to share with Serif when she gets older. That's another thing I can check off a list.

I hope everyone has a wonderful New Year and that all their dream and wishes come true in the months to come.

The Weekend

Just a quick note about the weekend that is ahead. I am so excited about it. We are all going to Johnson City for a wine tasting and then on to an exotic animal farm. I love animals. I love zoos and the chance to be close to the animals and feed them and pet them.

One of my favorite weekends was when we all went to Lion Country Safari in Waco. We spent the whole day there. In fact we were in front of the feed wagon in the morning so all the animals were hungry and happy to see us. We had our cups of food and got to feed them. One of the deer was so hungry that he stuck his head in the window. Scared me good. But looking into those beautiful eyes was wonderful. We saw all the animals and the shows and petted and fed to our hearts content. Then after a restful sleep, we went to the Waco zoo before we went home. It was a lovely small zoo and we got to watch the otters swim around and play. Once again we got to feed and pet the animals. It was a perfect weekend for me and my family.

So tomorrow Serif gets to go to her first petting zoo. I can't wait to see her eyes when she see these animals. Maybe she'll even be able to feed them, but probably not because she thinks everything should go into her mouth. I really enjoy spending time with my family and this should be great.

Then Saturday night I have to bake a birthday cake for my baby. I can't believe she is going to be 29 on Saturday. It seems like just yesterday she was crawling up on my lap and now she's a grown woman and mother. She wants a yellow cake with chocolate frosting. I will make that and then Sunday will be the family get together to celebrate her birthday.

It's going to be a busy weekend but a good one. Of course any weekend I spend with my wonderful family is good. I'll fill you in on everything on Monday. I hope everyone has a wonderful and safe weekend.

The Baptism

Once again we had a very full weekend. Since Serif has come, I am so busy on the weekends and I love it. Weekends can be very lonely when you are alone. Now I have a beautiful grandbaby to talk to and visit. She is getting so big and has such a great personality.

My weekend started early. My boss came in and said I could go home at 4:45 on Friday. Just what I needed. I jumped in my car and sped to Serif's day care. This is the first time I've done this but they remembered me and were so sweet about my being there. Serif was sleeping so I loved on her back and talked to her. She woke up slowly. Then she opened her eyes and saw me. She was surprised but gave me the biggest grin. I picked her up and my day was completely. She was so loving. We talked and visited with her friends. I fed her some but she was more interested in the kids. When I got there everyone was crying except Serif. During my time there she didn't cry at all. Just talked and laughed with me. And of course stuck her fists in her mouth. She is so precious. Her father came and picked her up and we all went to Serif's house. I cannot tell you how happy that baby makes me. We all went shopping and out to eat and that beautiful baby just smiled and talked the whole time.

Saturday was busy too. Serif got to go to her first birthday party for another little girl. Violet turned 2. All those kids running around. Serif was so interested in all the kids. She did have to take a little nap while she was there. She went to sleep on her mommy but I got her and held her so her mommy could go and play some. It was so wonderful sitting there and holding this beautiful child in my arms. What more could I ask for? Well I'll tell you. After all the snuggling and kissing while she slept, she woke up and looked at me and smiled that beautiful smile of hers. It was wonderful. Plus Serif got to go down her first slide. She loved it. It was a great birthday party but we were pretty worn out and we still had a big day ahead fo us on Sunday.

Sunday was perfect. Serif looked so beautiful in her baptismal gown. On her gown she wore her great grandfather Dunn's bib pin and on her wrist she wore the beautiful bracelet given to her by Missy's godmother. The serivce was very nice and Parker, our favorite priest, baptised her. Serif was so good and didn't cry. She was a little confused when he poured water on her head but other than that she was perfect. Unfortunatley, I don't think her father's family was very comfortable with the service but I'm glad they could be there with us. Missy and Terry picked two of their closest friends to be Serif's godparents. They could not have picked a better couple for this task. They are perfect. I love them both and had already considered them members of our family. Now they offically are.

After the service we all went to the park for lunch. It was a perfect conclusion to everything. It was relaxing and fun. Everyone was able to visit without having to deal with the restaurant crowd.

Of course it isn't Sunday without the grocery store. This Sunday it was just Terry, Serif and me. Missy had to stay home and study for her CPA exam. Serif was asleep when we got to the store. It was about half way through that Terry and I were standing there discussing a purchase when I looked over and there were these big beautiful eyes just staring at me. I smiled and hello and I got the biggest sweetest smile in return. I tell you those smiles just make you melt. Serif then continued to coo and talk through the rest of the store. I never knew the store could be so much fun until she started coming with us. I don't know what I ever did to be blessed with such a wonderful family but whatever it was I'm glad I did it. I am such a lucky person and I am so thankful for this life I have been given. Even with the bad I have endured, it's a beautiful life. Thank you God.