Friday, October 31, 2014

Halloween

Thankfully, we have a friend that already lives in Brock near our neighborhood.  Her neighborhood does a big get together for Halloween that includes a cook out and trick or treating.  Since we had just moved in, I really quickly came up with the football players idea.

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We went with Sheryl and her kids to the party.

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Monday, October 27, 2014

October Wrap Up and Moving

The day the movers came, I took Izzie and a few breakable things we would rather move instead of the movers.  I sent this picture to a friend to show her Izzie.  (She is a dog-lover.)

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Her husband sent back a message saying there is still so much room left in that vehicle.  So, to be funny, that evening we loaded down the car and took a load that wasn’t taken by the movers.  Here is a picture I sent back and said better?

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He wrote back and said, clearly you have never played Tetris!  Ha ha ha!!

This was our first house guest!  EEEEKKKK!  Thankfully, I found it dead and our pest control company was out the next day!

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I did not miss this site on my way to work or home!  Yea for no traffic work days!!

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And… this was our view from our back porch.  Doing homework on the back porch was oh so fun.  If you can spot Hagen, he is close to the end of our property line.  I love the red barn in the distance.

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Friday, October 10, 2014

10 Years Married

We were set up through mutual friends.  A complete blind date when I opened my door.   Who could have imagined 10 years later, here we are.  I love him more than I did when I married him, more than I did last month and I’m sure I’ll love him more next month.  I can’t imagine my life without him.  I know he feels the same. 

Here we are about to go out on our date to celebrate 10 years together.  He wouldn’t tell me where we were going.  I took this picture and honestly, he looks pretty much like he did when he picked me up in August of 2003.

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He took me to Lonesome Dove.  I love this restaurant.  It is a Tim Love restaurant and I am a huge fan of his restaurants.  This is where we had our rehearsal dinner. 

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See, who couldn’t love him more?  He knows me so well. 

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After dinner, we ran into these two.  Angie and Matt (Nate’s parents)…. they share the same anniversary – same year and everything!  So fun!

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"How Preemie Moms Are Chosen" by Erma Bombeck

Did you ever wonder how the mothers of premature babies are chosen?
Somehow, I visualize God hovering Earth, selecting his instruments for propagation with great care and deliberation. As he observes, he instructs his angels to take notes in a giant ledger. "Armstrong, Beth, son. Patron Saint...give her Gerard. He's used to profanity." Finally, he passes a name to an angel and smiles.
"Give her a preemie."
The angel is curious. "Why this one God? She's so happy."
"Exactly," smiles God. "Could I give a premature baby a mother who knows no laughter? That would be cruel."
"But does she have the patience?" asks the angel.
"I don't want her to have too much patience, or she'll drown in a sea of self-pity and despair. Once the shock and resentment wear off, she'll handle it. I watched her today. She has that sense of self and independence so rare and so necessary in a mother. You see, the child I am going to give her has a world of it's own. She has to make it live in her world, and that's not going to be easy."
God smiles. "This one is perfect. She has just the right amount of selfishness. "
The angel gasps, "Selfishness! Is that a virtue?"
God nods. "If she can't separate herself from the child occasionally, she will never survive. Yes, here is a woman whom I will bless with a child less than perfect. She doesn't know it yet, but she is to be envied. She will never take for granted a spoken word. She will never consider a step ordinary. When her child says momma for the first time, she will be witness to a miracle and know it. I will permit her to see cleary the things that I see - ignorance, cruelty, prejudice - and allow her to rise above them. She will never be alone. I will be at her side every minute of every day of her life because she is doing my work as surely as she is here by my side."
"But what about her Patron Saint?" asks the angel, his pen poised in the air.
God smiles.
"A mirror will suffice."

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