Dr. James Dobson’s book, “Stories of the Heart and Home” illustrates that special romantic love that we dwell on during Valentine’s Day so beautifully, I just had to send it along to all of you. “But nothing is so beautiful as a loving relationship that conforms to God’s magnificent design”. Here is a brilliant example of this divinely inspired love. It was written by the surgeon who experienced it. Perhaps you will be deeply moved by his words, as was I. « Continue reading »
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My mom passed away two months ago. I have not been the same since. Not just because I lost her, but because of what I learned about my two college age sons.
The first thing they each said when I told them of her aggressive cancer diagnosis was, “How soon can I go see her”, halfway across the country. Neither had the time or money and neither gave it a second thought. They spent an entire weekend devoted to creating last memories with her, building a snowman in her front yard as she watched from inside with her oxygen and cane until she couldn’t contain herself anymore and ran out in socks to have a picture taken with them and the now famous snowman. They baked Christmas cookies and threw pieces of dough at each other until she joined in laughing. When they had to say their final good-byes, both were incredibly strong. « Continue reading »
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Things I’ve Learned As A Young Mother
Sound effects are a useful tool in motivating young children to do what you want them to do. Ive learned All body actions can have a coordinating sound effect and that sometimes when your finally around grown up’s the occasional sound effect may come out.
Sponge Bob promotes creepy laughter in small children. « Continue reading »
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We just got married June 27th. Took the kids and went to Alabama home. We have also only dated for 3 months. I came with 3 kids and he did also. So 5 boys and one girl ages 4-17. It is a great life! Kids do great together and connect well. We went to a local high school to watch fire works. They had bounce houses and games. The best part of the night was snow cones. Each child had a different color. Unknown to us, it stained your lips the color of your cone. We had red, blue, green, purple, yellow, pink and black lips.
The fire works went off at sunset. Our youngest child was scared of them. I set him on my lap explained how far away they were and told him I would protect him. He sat up, looked me in the eyes and said, “I know that” and then took my hands to hold his ears. He had a blast and has now become more of my shadow LOL. After fire works we went to the parking lot and sat for almost one hour to get out. We talked about our favorite ones. How loud and what was different this year from the past. His children had not seen them this close up in the past. They said they liked how we walked around, laughed and how silly we were when there was music. How we made more noise then anyone and each child replayed who said what LOL. It is never dull in our home!
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When our daughter was going on eight years old, she asked me to help her write a sonnet about her dogs. We sat together and I asked her a few questions. Soon we realized the sonnet said exactly what Laura wanted to say!
A Tale of Two Dogs
I have two dogs I love with all my might.
The smartest dogs that you have ever seen.
One dog is black, the other is pure white.
To one another, they are never mean.
Whenever I come home my dogs are there.
In circles they begin to run around.
Two fluffy tails a’waggin in the air,
as if a long-lost friend had just been found
Though one dog is the color of the snow
and one dog is as black as he can be
they love each other very much and know
their color doesn’t mean a thing to me.
Some people have not learned all dogs are smart.
Color doesn’t matter in a dog’s heart.
A sonnet by: Laura Jean Bird – Age 7 1/2
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She is sitting on my lap as we gaze into the night sky. This may be the last year she will be willing to do that. She’s growing up so fast and pretty soon snuggling with Daddy will be embarrassing rather than comforting. She lays her head against my chest and I smile. Above us, cascading explosions of light and color brighten the darkness. I glance down at her wonder filled face. She doesn’t notice me looking at her so I take a moment to drink in her innocent beauty. She is my little girl, my grown up baby. With every flash in the sky, pictures fill my mind of different times when I have looked at this precious face… « Continue reading »
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