A Birthday Wish

I am taking a brief break from my break to wish my beautiful Pumpkin Pie Girl a Happy 18th Birthday!






Happy Birthday Madie, I love you forever and for always!

Taking a Kat Nap

With all the things currently going on in my life, I have decided something has to be set on the back burner.

I will be taking a little blog-vacation. I hope to still be able and stop by and find out what is going on in the blogging world. I still want to do some blog stalking and because I am a little (OK, a lot) snoopy, I still need to know what's going on.

See you on the flip side! (Don't I just sound like Dick Clark??)

And a BIG thanks to Manic Mariah. For wonderful support and understanding! Thanks for your being my sounding board and for being a great blogging friend.

Sunday Sermon

Heaven

Recently I received an email at work that showed a little sign fight between a Catholic Church and a Presbyterian Church. Their banter starts out fun and cute and as the signs progress it gets a little testy. At one point the Catholic sign says, "All Dogs Go To Heaven". The rebuttal from the Presbyterians was "Animals don't have souls. Read the Bible". We all laughed at this exchange until Friday.

My co-worker has a little wired haired Jack Russell Terrier. She has had him for 10 years. He has been with her through the teenage years of her daughters, her divorce and her ex husbands tragic death, through dating and was an excellent judge of men! Her little Jazzman got cancer. He was a very sick little guy and spent the last three weeks with us at work sleeping under my co-workers desk. He was a sweet and well behaved dog.

Thursday night he took a turn for the worst and she had to have him put to sleep. She is, of course, broken hearted. Those of you with pets can understand how she feels. We are all sad at losing Jazz. He was one of those Great Dogs Of The World.



The timing of the email fight between the Catholics and Presbyterians was a bit ill timed. My co-worker is not a religious person but finds spiritual things all around her. She believes there is an afterlife and found some peace in her belief that she will see Jazz again.

I personally think that Heaven will be like the Garden of Eden. Humans and animals living in peace and love. When I pass on to the other side I like to think that I will be greeted by my Dad, my Grandparents and friends I have lost. But I would be sad to think that all my babies would not be there too.

I hope Tammy and Sime, my pets from my childhood, would be there. That Matues and Moose, my St. Bernard's would also be there to jump up and give me big wet slobbery kisses. And all my kitties would be there too. Jasper, Nibs, Cream Puff, Cracker, Puma and my sweet dog Haddie.

I miss them to this day.

I find comfort in believe that and I know my poor sad co-worker does too. Because, after all:

All Dogs Do Go To Heaven (And even Kitty Kats)!

Wordful Wednesday

When you have a blog you have a certain amount of power. When you don't post as many times as people (say your Aunt) thinks you should, you have in your power to post things about her. So for today's Wordful Wednesday, I am going to feature a picture of my amazing Aunt Marsha. And some of your should beware, she is a blog stalker! And a pretty good one too. Plus she is on Facebook too.

My Aunt Marsha is only 10 years older than me. When I was a little girl I always thought she was so cool and hip and words like that that we don't use anymore! I remember as a teenager, she was a newlywed and had her own apartment. She took me there one night and gave me the dress that became my most favorite piece of clothing in the world!

When I had my babies she came to visit me and always brought my beautiful Grandmother with her. That always meant the world to me. I wasn't very good at visiting myself. I can't quite tell you why but I missed out on a lot of family stuff but Marsha would always keep me updated!

Here is a picture of Aunt Marsha, second from the right , in 1959. We were celebrating my sister Marrla's 4th brithday. In the front row are my cousins Karen and Nancy, Marrla and me. In the back row are my aunts, Brenda, Bonnie, Jeanene, MARSHA and Diana.

Every year for my birthday and for everyone else in the families birthdays, she will call and sing Happy Birthday. I have a lot of cousins. And that means a lot of singing.

And finally, if I pass away before her, she will be the only speaker at my funeral. I want tears brought on by laughter, not by sadness.

My Aunt Marsha is the best! The best Aunt, the best support, the best everything. Love you Marsha!

For more Wordful Wednesday posts see Angie.

5 Things

Melissa B, who just happens to be one of my very favorite bloggers (and please, if you haven't been over to visit her, run, faster than a speeding bullet, right now! I'll wait here for you!) had a post the other day where someone had given her 5 things to think about and then right a post about that has to do with just her. Now Melissa is a gifted and talented writer. Someday, I hope she writes a book. I would be her biggest stalker. (I mean fan.)

So, after thinking about this for a few days, the following, is my take on 5 words and what I think about them.

Cats! (Or Kats, as this Krazy Kat Lady likes to say)

My love affair with kats began when I was barely able to walk. When I moved to Utah (I had been born in Germany and then lived in Lacey, Washington) I was barely a toddler. In Salt Lake we have the Hogle Zoo. A great place for a toddler. The animals were all lovely, but the moment I walked in and saw Shasta, my little heart was set a twitter. Shasta was a liger. Not the liger from Napoleon Dynamite fame, but a real live daughter of a tiger and a lion. She was beautiful and I was hooked. Shasta died when I was 16 years old and I cried to think my good friend was gone. She now resides at the Bean Museum at BYU. It's free. You should go. You should blow kisses at her for me!

This isn't Shasta, but I would have loved to give her a hug!

Over the years I have had some pretty great kitty kats. Sime when I was young, Jasper as a newly wed and Cracker and Stripers in my middle age. To be honest I have had so many kitties I really can't list them. Let's just say if my hubby were not deathly allergic to cats, there would be a couple here to keep me company!

Family

As I have said before, I come from a pretty amazing family. My Dad has six sisters who are the best in the world. My Mom only has a brother. My Step Father has more brothers and sisters than I can count. But more importantly, I have 5 sisters and 6 brothers. I would like to tell you that we have a wonderful perfect family, but I really can't. What I can tell you is my family has come through some pretty tough times and most of us are pretty functional. I have some wonderful sisters and have been blessed with a great sister in law! I have a little brother who really is my favorite. Nieces and Nephews who are the best.

I have some family members that are now ex, and it broke my heart to lose them. But I get to see them all in three weeks. A Neice is getting married!

Two years ago I married into another huge family. Now, like many of my friends and my oldest sister, I have Grandchildren. And I really do need that sticker that says, "My Grandkids are cuter than yours!" Because, now, that is completly true!

And lastly, I do have two Sons and a Daughter. There was a time when I wanted 12 children. I know now that someone up above, knows us a whole lot better than we know ourselves and blessed me with the 3 I should have. The best thing about my children is I know they love me. And hopefully they know I love them. Somewhere along the way I do hope I did something right and taught something good and important.

This is my side of the family on my wedding day. In this picture is my mother, step father, step mother, three sisters, two aunts one uncle, a cousin and neices and nephews. Also, my three kids! Check out Alex. He is fourth from the left. He looks so young!

I learned that there are times in your life when you need your family more than anything else. You need their love and support and understanding. We've had some big changes in my family over the past 5 years and we have all pulled through and now have happier lives.

My Friends

I have one friend who has been my friend since we were in 4th grade. She has been my rock during times when I didn't think I could cope. She has been my cheerleader through so many of my adventures. She has been my inspiration during difficult times. Hers and mine! She is an angel sent from Heaven to help me here on earth. I owe her more than I could ever return to her. And I haven't seen her for much too long. She lives in Idaho and I am here in Utah. Pretty close huh? We stay in contact and have through most of our lives. She is a sweetheart and I am lucky to have such a friend. Sidlet, I love you!

When I was young, friends were my life. They were a way to escape the world I lived in and enjoy some time as a real child or teenager. Most of my memories are of the friends, who like Calgon, took me away from it all. Lucky for me, my friends were good kids.

As I got older, married, had children and settled into life, I have made new friends. Some come and go, move on and pass away. My friend, Carla, has been here for me through all those rough roads you travel as an adult. I owe her so much for being a listening ear and having a loving heart. She is the most compassionate and kind hearted person ever. She gave me the courage to make hard decisions and is always supportive of my choices. Love you Carla! Let's go get a shake!

And I can't forget my blogging friends, many who I have never met. My thanks to you for actually stopping by and reading what I have to say! You are the best.

Community

Homebody should be another of my middle names. I prefer to stay at home close to the people and things I get comfort from. Not to say I don't love to travel, it's just so nice to be home. During my early years of life I moved 6 times, went to 6 different elementary schools and made dozens of friends. But, I lived in my past home for almost 30 years. That is where home is to me. There with the people who were 20 somethings, newly married, having babies, building careers and trying their hands at yardwork.

My new home is across the valley from my former one. It was a hard transition leaving behind the familiar and the comfortable.

I have discovered that no matter where you are, if you have a sence of community and well being, you are where you belong.

Last weekend it was Pioneer Day here in Utah. We had already been to one celebration on the 18th (The Grass Roots were there, my friends! Well, at least Rob Grill was. It Rocked!) so we made the decision to just stay home. We have a darling family who lives across the street with three little boys. The youngest of these boys loves my hubby. He will stand and yell at him until he acknowledges him. So very cute! This family was doing a little Firwork display. We dragged the lawn chairs out to watch the show. These cute little boys ran over to us, crawled on our laps and spent the evening entertaining us with the tales of their lives. This is what a community is. Feeling a part and sharing your love with those who are around you.

Amy Tan

As you may or may not know, I won the book, The Opposite of Fate, from Melissa during the SITS Spring Fling. Reading is the only real hobby I have and this book is so very good.

If you have read other Amy Tan books, and enjoyed them, this book will be a delight for you. She tells stories of her life and has such a positive spin on how things work out by either Faith or Fate.

Her father was a Christian and her mother a Buddist. Her life was built on her fathers faith and her mothers crazy antics. As I read I thought for sure she would be a completely disfunctional adult. Her mother would rant and beat her and tell her she was going to kill herself. Not the best enrivonrment to be raised in. But Amy Tan has a wonderful outlook on life. She has taken the bad and changed it into good. She has serious health problems that she deals with and moves on.

I found this book to be so uplifting. Amy Tan, and her family, has overcome the worst life can hand you and turned things into blessings. Thank you Melissa for sharing this with me and I highly recommend it to anyone who is looking for a good summer read!

Thanks to Melissa for giving me something to write about and for letting me do some real thinking about important things in my life!

It Takes A Little Patience

I am off today with Alex to do some school shopping. He starts High School in less than a month and he HAS to look good. Plus we are going to spend some time in Park City and Heber City. I just can't seem to get enough of either place this year!

So have a great couple of days until I get back to work.

And for your viewing enjoyment....a very cute kitty showing how to be patient!

Sunday Sermon

Miracles

Since this Sunday Sermon post is titled Miracles you would think that I would be posting about Miracles from the scriptures. Things like turning water to wine, Virgin Births, healing the sick, raising the dead and parting of seas.

Today I'd like to expand that into little everyday miracles. Just missing a car accident, finding out that the test that at first came back badly actually turned out to be just fine, having your wayward child start to change their life or maybe finding a $10 bill in your pocket. Little things that happened all the time that, to you, are miracles.

I had my own little miracles taking place in my yard this past month.

You may remember my Wordful Wednesday post a while back when I posted shots of my "wildflowers". They looked like weeds. Many hours were spent in the backyard chatting and signing to those motley looking weeds and lo and behold....a miracle happened.

My normally brown thumb has turned to green and I have flowers!

Here is a snap of my tomato plant too. I actually have a red tomato.

So you see, there are miracles everyday. In every step we take and in every breath we take. Great things that proceed out of that which is small. (Quoting from one of my favorite scriptures!)

In Job 8:7 it says:

Though thy beginning was small, yet thy latter end should greatly increase.

And I know they are not talking about flowers and tomatoes it's still nice to remember that little things can make a big difference!

Writers Workshop

Mama Kat is sponsoring Thursday's Writer's Workshop. Stop by and check out all the great posts.

This week I chose: What are YOU giddy about?

Ah, the Utah Jazz.

Capturing my thoughts and mind for most of the year.

It is time for renewing contracts and starting practices again.

My very own Paul Millsap’s contract was going to expire. He was going to be a free agent. We could lose him.

HOLD THE PHONE!!!

We cannot lose Millsap. He is my baby, my superstar, my chubby checked little babushka! And last year was a great year for him.

I need to let the Miller family how important it is to me for Millsap to be kept in Utah. Yet, I don’t want them to think I am unstable. They cannot know that I have thoughts of hanging out at the ESA trying to capture a glance of him. They cannot know that I dream of him driving up to work in his fancy smancy car and whisking me away to be his personal assistant. They cannot know that when he plays, I smile and think unpure thoughts! They cannot know the depth and breadth I will go for Millsap! If they did, they may request that I be locked up for the season.

My hubby calls Millsap “Your Boy”. As they say in “Holes”, if only, if only! Hubby is so intuitive.

Paul, if you are reading this (in my wildest of all fantasies, Millsap stalks me!! So cool) please know that if I had $10 Million to give you as a signing bonus, I would. If I was able to pay you what you are worth (which in my opinion is more than that nasty Kobe!) I would do it.

SIGH!

The Jazz did get Millsap a tasty little contract that makes both of them (and me) happy. He will be staying in Utah. My little heart is all a twitter.

GO JAZZ!!

Wordful Wednesday

Payday is coming up this week. This means that Baxter, the canine helper here at work, will have a job to do. He is our in house Mailman. (Or being politically correct, Letter Carrier.)

Here you go Baxter, take Marrdy's paycheck to her.

Come on Baxter! Bring it to me...without much slobber please!

Hairy and handsame and always a good boy on payday!

(And every other day too.)

For bringing me my check you get a treat!

This is what happens to the mail when there are no treats around!

More Wordful Wednesdays at Angie's!

Sunday Sermon

Charity

Yesterday I had the chance to see Charity in action once again. We were at a parade and a family was bringing "Grandma" to watch. It was hot and we had almost an hour to wait for any floats or bands to march by. When others saw the struggle this family was having getting Grandma where she needed to be in order to be shaded and comfortable, several people jumped in and lent a helping hand.

During a time in my life when things were difficult, I had a family and friends step in and help in ways I couldn't imagine. These people saw my need and proceeded to help without being asked and really without knowing the story of what was going on. One Relief Society President (the leader of the women's organization in church), gave me an incredible gift of charity. I still am amazed to this day that she knew exactly what was needed in my home and how to get things there.

I swore during that time that someday when I had the means and opportunity to return that amazing gift of charity that I would let nothing stand in my way.

1 Corinthians 13

1 Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, and have not charity, I am become as sounding brass, or a tinkling cymbal.
2 And though I have the gift of prophecy, and understand all mysteries, and all knowledge; and though I have all faith, so that I could remove mountains, and have not charity, I am nothing.
3 And though I bestow all my goods to feed the poor, and though I give my body to be burned, and have not charity, it profiteth me nothing.
4 Charity suffereth long, and is kind; charity envieth not; charity vaunteth not itself, is not puffed up.

Having Charity for others is so easy for some but receiving Charity is hard for me. Maybe I am too proud and feel like I can do it all myself but accepting love and help from other really is a great gift. I owe much to my family and friends for watching over and taking care of me during the difficult times in life.

Have a Beautiful Sunday!

I Married Mr. Clean

Mama’s Kat assignment this week had four too many items to choose from. Indecision is my middle name!

So, I thought I’d try to come up with something original of my own. But the summer heat is sucking all the logic out of my brain….

UNTIL

…..my sweet hubby found a spot of mud on a wall in our ½ bath this morning and proceeded to clean it up while trying to get out the door to work. That sparked an idea for a post.

A little background of me first.

I am not Suzy Homemaker. The first time I went to visit my hubby he was merely the father of a friend I was visiting in Albuquerque. During said visit, a little spark that had been sleeping came roaring to life. On my return, I told my sisters about my stay. They laughed (hysterically) and told me I was in trouble.

Cute new hot love interest was MR. CLEAN. I was Ms. Shove it somewhere so it can’t be seen and use lots of Lysol Spray.

My hubby had three towels in his spotless kitchen. A bar towel to dry off the counter tops, stove and refrigerator. A hand towel to dry your hands after getting them wet in the sink. And a dish towel to dry any dishes done by hand. These towels were not to be mixed up. If they were used for anything other than their designated duty they were to be put in the dirty clothes hamper and a new towel used in its place.

I had one towel at my house that I used for everything, and I mean everything!

All items purchased from the grocery store had to be cleaned off before they were put away in the kitchen. All veggies and fruit were scrubbed clean and put in their proper place not just thrown in the crisper in the bag they are brought home in.

When drying clothes they must first be taken out of the washer, shaken and folded and than laid gently in the dryer. (What?!)

The lawn mower and weed whacker both must be cleaned with water and scrubbed after every use. Anything that has cement on it must be swept off including the curbing around the planters.

Every piece of paper must be sitting in its correct place, in it’s correct order. And not on the bar!

He had no stuff! No magazines, no newspapers, no empty pop cans, nothing.

My life was chaos and I was going to date Mr. Super Organized. The man my neighbor now calls the Cleaning Nazi. The man who is like the Energizer Bunny, he just keeps working and working and working. A man who has everything in order, a place for everything and everything in it’s place.

My sisters were right, I was (am) in trouble.

By the way, my baby sister has started a blog of her own….stop by and say hi!

Wordful Wednesday

While on our honeymoon 2 years ago we stopped in Spokane Washington and spent some time in the City Park. It was a sweltering day. We road the Merry Go Round, ate Hot Dogs and Snow Cones while sitting in the shade trying to keep cool.


There is an amazing fountain there and everyone seemed to be playing in it. We saw a couple of interesting shots and just could not resist snapping some pictures!

Does this make us demented? I would love to think my cute, semi perfect hubby is demented!

Go over and visit the other Wordful Wednesday's at Angies!

Sunday Sermon

Matthew 7 is filled with so many wonderful stories and wisdom. The first scripture I ever memorized (besides the Lord’s Prayer) was Matthew 7:1. It was a hard taught lesson from a girl who felt wronged by some of her friends. I have never forgotten that. And I have never forgotten the lesson taught of the foolish man who built his house upon sand.

Matthew 7

24Therefore whosoever heareth these sayings of mine, and doeth them, I will liken him unto a wise man, which built his house upon a rock:
25 And the rain descended, and the floods came, and the winds blew, and beat upon that house; and it fell not: for it was founded upon a rock.
26 And every one that heareth these sayings of mine, and doeth them not, shall be likened unto a foolish man, which built his house upon the sand:

27 And the rain descended, and the floods came, and the winds blew, and beat upon that house; and it fell: and great was the fall of it

No matter what our foundation is, if it is not firm and strong it will crumble beneath us and wash away in troubled times. Whether your foundation is your children, your spouse, you faith, your knowledge or whatever you choose, make sure it’s strong and you continue to build on it. You never know when you will need its strength to hold you up.

We saw this house, that was actually built upon a rock, in Couer d' alene, Idaho while we were on our honeymoon two years ago this past Tuesday. I couldn't pass up an opportunity to get a shot of it. Have a wonderful Sunday. It's sunny and beautiful here in Utah and I am off celebrating my 2nd anniversary with my wonderful semi perfect hubby. One of the strong foundations of my life.

Wordful Wednesday

To celebrate the 4th of July my hubby and I took a trip on the Heber Valley Railroad. It was a beautiful day. Sunny and warm with a breeze.

The round trip took 3 hours. We both had such a relaxing time.

We saw these birds nesting on a telephone pole and couldn't figure out if they were eagles or hawks or possibly something else.

Then the Bad Guys robbed the train. The robber above got caught with his pants down!

This guy was looking right at us and REALLY wanted to shoot us. Lucky for us he took pity on us and passed us by.




And a trip to Heber City is never complete unless you eat at the Dairy Keen. I swear these are the best burgers in the whole world...OK, maybe in Summit County (oops, Wasatch County. Sorry)!


I also looked for Amy , Park City Girl, the whole time I was there. I was hoping we bumped into each other.

For other Wordful Wednesday's stop by Angies.

Wordful Wednesday

Before the loss of innocence!

This picture was taken Easter Sunday in 1959 or 1960. My Grandmother was visiting us this morning. She had brought her boyfriend Harvey. I loved Harvey and thought Grandma should have married him. I still do. I think she may have been happy.

My mother had made my sister Marrla and me matching dresses. I did have gloves but they probably got put into my purse.

I always loved Easter.

I loved getting a new dress, new shoes and new gloves. I always felt like so girly. I was able to pretend I wasn't really a tom boy at heart.

More Wordful Wednesday's over at Angie's!

Wordful Wednesday

After almost a month of rainy days, yesterday was beautiful and sunny and actually felt like summer. I decided I better inspect my attempts at gardening. I was pleased to see I have tomatoes on my veins.



I was also pleased that my Violas were still hanging in there. My older sister calls these little guys Monkey Faces because they look like little monkeys to her and I have always loved them. They only have a few weeks of life left in them which makes my hubby so happy. He happens to dislike my pretty little violas. It could be because they like to take over every spot of the garden. And that is why I love them. They grow fast and spread out and just make me happy.



Then I stumbled upon these things. They look like weeds but are supposed to be "wildflowers". We shall see.




Check out other Wordful Wednesday posts at Angies.

Sunday Sermon

A long time ago I had a missionary (not going to mention which denomination) come to my door and tried to convince me that my then spouse should be the head of me.

It seems I understood the scriptures just a little differently then she did. I asked if she was married and she told me no. I told her to come back and we’d talk about this when she had been married for a while and had some children of her own.

I believe the scriptures are right when they say a father should lead righteously in his family. But that is a lot different then him being the head of me. I want a husband who is my partner and who treats me with love and respect. Not a husband who treats me like his property.

But more important then that, I want a husband who treats my children with the same respect. Some one who is a good Dad. A good example of a man who helps his family become better and grow stronger.

My Father in Ft. Hall Washington about 1957.

This song relays just how I feel a Dad should be.

I got sent home from school one day with a shiner on my eye

Fighting was against the rules and it didn't matter why

When Dad got home I told that story just like I'd rehearsed

And then stood there on those trembling knees and waited for the worst

And he said, "Let me tell you a secret about a father's love
A secret that my Daddy said was just between us."

He said, "Daddies don't just love their children every now and then

It's a love without end, amen, it's a love without end, amen."

When I became a father in the spring of '81

There was no doubt that stubborn boy was just like my father's son.

And when I thought my patience had been tested to the end

I took my Daddy's secret and I passed it on to him

I said, "Let me tell you a secret about a father's love

A secret that my Daddy said was just between us."

He said, "Daddies don't just love their children every now and then

It's a love without end, amen, it's a love without end, amen."

"Last night I dreamed I died and stood outside those pearly gates

When suddenly I realized there must be some mistake

If they know half the things I've done, they'll never let me in

And then somewhere from the other side I heard these words again

And he said, "Let me tell you a secret about a father's love

A secret that my Daddy said was just between us."

"You see, Daddies don't just love their children every now and then

It's a love without end, amen."

Thank you George Strait!

Happy Fathers Day to all the Dad’s in my life. My Dad and my step father, my Grandfather, my brothers, my uncles, my cute hubby and even the father of my children. Enjoy your day and know that even when you make mistakes in being a parent, your kids still find love for you! For you children of Dad's, please give them a call and tell them how you feel before they are gone from your lives and you no longer can.

My Father at the end of the Vietnam War, about 1974.

Have a beautiful Sunday and a wonderful Fathers Day!

Hometown Swap

Shannon at Welcome to the Nuthouse, recently sponsored a Swap. This was to be a chance for Bloggers who wanted to visit different areas of the country to swap with someone who wanted to visit their area.

This was the first swap I had ever joined in on and what a fun time I had.

I chose to "visit" the Northeast area of the US. And this is the package of goodies I received from Sarah at In The Trenches of Mommyhood. Sarah lives in Massachusetts, I place I would someday love to visit.


Here is my Boston Package. There were wine bottle tags, the cutest watermelon candles, salt water taffy, a lobster sucker (which Alex now has), napkins and plates, a Sea Breeze Yankee Candle and a postcard showing Fenway Park that my co worker Jim is totally jealous of.

This was a package filled with things for a great party, celebrated the way they do in Boston. (We will supply our own Lobster, of course!)

Thank you so much to Sarah. It was so fun opening up our box and seeing all the treasures she sent!

Wordful Wednesday

Fifteen years ago I was in a local hospital watching the LAPD chase O.J. Simpson around the LA freeways. All in slow motion. There were only 5 TV stations plus the hospital station and those 5 stations were showing the OJ chase. The hospital station was showing "How to breastfeed your baby." I was in the hospital because I had just had a baby. And I already knew how to breastfeed and I was SICK of OJ! But I had a treasure that helped take my mind off the boring TV.

When I got pregnant in the fall of 1993 I was not a happy camper. Things were "complicated". Having a baby was the last thing I needed or really wanted. This came from me, a person who had tried everything to even have one child. This baby came along with no drugs, no surgery no temperature taking...nothing. This baby came because he wanted to and he was supposed to be here. He was another miracle to add to the other two miracles in my life.

I was old and tired and sick. I did not want to be pregnant.

My boy decided he wanted to be born a little early and tried to force his way out about 3AM the morning of June 17th. My water broke and I started into labor dreading what was to come.

Around 7AM Alexander James entered my world. I was pretty doped up from the C Section so I didn't get a good look at him plus later in the recovery room someone handed him to me and I almost dropped him since my arms too were numb.

BUT.....

Later one of the nurses brought him to my room. She picked him up, turned him to face me and my heart melted. I remember saying to him, "Oh, it's you!" And it was him. I knew he was supposed to be with me. This baby who came at one of the worst times of my life was a blessing that day and continues to be a blessing today.

Happy 15th Birthday to my chubby, curly headed baby and the best boy (teenager) in the world....please stop growing up!

More Wordful Wedneday over at Angies.