Several years ago my dog died. I was away on vacation and the girl who was "dog sitting" called my best friend, Sharon, to inform her that the dog was dead. Sharon called me in Florida to give me the news. She then did something that I thought was the most thoughtful thing anyone had ever done for me. Sharon went to my house and, (after disposing of the dog), picked up all of the dog toys, dishes, bowls, bones and bedding and took them to her house. She did this so I wouldn't have to come home to the empty house and see these things that reminded me of my pet.
Tonight I came back from Ft. Lauderdale and visiting Kent and Kristen and walked into a house filled with toys that are left from my 2 little grand daughters visiting. Kaelin flew home this afternoon with her mom and dad and Abby is leaving tomorrow. It is far worse than after my dog died. Here are all the toys that Kaelin and I played with over the past 10 days. The blocks that we gave her for Christmas that caused so many high pitched screeches as they came crashing to the floor. The baby dolls and stroller that were scattered through the house waiting for the next tea party to begin. The endless Minnie Mouse marathons on the DVD player. A ball pit, shopping basket, mini kitchen set, hot wheel cars and track, books and puzzles. They are all here with no one to play with them. I am sitting her sobbing and wishing Christmas could go on forever but only if it is shared with a 2 and a 5 year old. This was the best Christmas yet and I can't imagine how I will survive the next month or so till I see these little ones again. I know that in a day or two things will return to "normal" for us and we will be "back in our routine" but for the time being I feel like my life has been emptied of all joy and happiness because these 2 little girls have returned home. This is so much worse than when the dog died but the good thing is,
I will see the girls again and I will be so busy putting all these toys away that I probably won't miss them for long.
Happy New Year to all.
Thursday, December 31, 2009
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
Christmas Cheer
Rah Rah . . . sis boom bah . . . humbug . . . F . . . this holiday shit !
I AM NOT a Scrooge by nature. I try to see the good in people and events but I am hard pressed to remain cheerful at this particular moment in time. I NEED to write and vent so please just let me get it out and hopefully move on to a happier place.
Let me set the scene: Today is Christmas "Adam". (The day before Christmas Eve because Adam came before Eve.) My wonderful Granddaughter Kaelin is here with her mom and dad. That is GOOD ! Kent and Kristen and Mookie the dog were here for the day. That is Good. The weather is sunny but cool. That is GOOD. The house is ready, the gifts are wrapped, the cards are sent. That is ALL GOOD. I AM EXHAUSTED ! That is NOT good. My kitchen is piled high with dirty dishes and pots, food is sitting out, the laundry is over flowing the laundry room and THE HUSBAND IS WATCHING TV ! This is all NOT GOOD.
To be fair, he has asked " W H A T C A N I D O T O H E L P ?" Now I have 2, no 3, choices here . . . 1. Stop and take the time to slowly tell him step by step what he can do to help, (which would take me more time than if I actually do it myself), 2. Just say, "No thanks, I've got it covered", 0r 3. Begin screaming "What the 'f' is your problem that you can't see what needs to be done without me asking you . . . *&%$#%&*%#@#^%*&*&%^%$@@!$$ ".
I have opted for choice # 2 since it is Christmas and murder is frowned upon in the state of Florida. But I have chosen #2 with a minor time out to write this blog while waiting for the Valium to kick in. If I had remained in the kitchen I would probably have gone straight to choice #3 and been heading for Mexico to hide from the police.
I really don't get it guys . . . please tell me that you truly are just stupid idiots and cannot clean a house without someone telling you exactly what to do. Because I would hate to think that you are the self centered, lazy sons of bitches that I have come to think you are. This whole "poor me, I'm a man and don't know how to clean", shit is getting mighty old.
And so, for my Holiday Cheer . . . Here goes . . .
ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR,
GET YOUR ASS UP OFF THE FLOOR.
PICK UP YOUR SHOES AND DIRTY PANTS
SWEEP THE FLOOR, WATER THE PLANTS.
GET OUT THE VACUUM, COOK SOME FOOD,
WASH THE DISHES, IT MIGHT CHANGE MY MOOD.
DON'T JUST SIT AND PISS AT ME
OR I'LL BEAT YOU TO DEATH WITH A CHRISTMAS TREE !
(And don't plan on "getting any" for the next 12 months, you freaking idiot !)
MERRY CHRISTMAS LADIES. HOPE YOUR HOLIDAY IS FILLED WITH PEACE, JOY AND AN HELPFUL HUSBAND.
I AM NOT a Scrooge by nature. I try to see the good in people and events but I am hard pressed to remain cheerful at this particular moment in time. I NEED to write and vent so please just let me get it out and hopefully move on to a happier place.
Let me set the scene: Today is Christmas "Adam". (The day before Christmas Eve because Adam came before Eve.) My wonderful Granddaughter Kaelin is here with her mom and dad. That is GOOD ! Kent and Kristen and Mookie the dog were here for the day. That is Good. The weather is sunny but cool. That is GOOD. The house is ready, the gifts are wrapped, the cards are sent. That is ALL GOOD. I AM EXHAUSTED ! That is NOT good. My kitchen is piled high with dirty dishes and pots, food is sitting out, the laundry is over flowing the laundry room and THE HUSBAND IS WATCHING TV ! This is all NOT GOOD.
To be fair, he has asked " W H A T C A N I D O T O H E L P ?" Now I have 2, no 3, choices here . . . 1. Stop and take the time to slowly tell him step by step what he can do to help, (which would take me more time than if I actually do it myself), 2. Just say, "No thanks, I've got it covered", 0r 3. Begin screaming "What the 'f' is your problem that you can't see what needs to be done without me asking you . . . *&%$#%&*%#@#^%*&*&%^%$@@!$$ ".
I have opted for choice # 2 since it is Christmas and murder is frowned upon in the state of Florida. But I have chosen #2 with a minor time out to write this blog while waiting for the Valium to kick in. If I had remained in the kitchen I would probably have gone straight to choice #3 and been heading for Mexico to hide from the police.
I really don't get it guys . . . please tell me that you truly are just stupid idiots and cannot clean a house without someone telling you exactly what to do. Because I would hate to think that you are the self centered, lazy sons of bitches that I have come to think you are. This whole "poor me, I'm a man and don't know how to clean", shit is getting mighty old.
And so, for my Holiday Cheer . . . Here goes . . .
ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR,
GET YOUR ASS UP OFF THE FLOOR.
PICK UP YOUR SHOES AND DIRTY PANTS
SWEEP THE FLOOR, WATER THE PLANTS.
GET OUT THE VACUUM, COOK SOME FOOD,
WASH THE DISHES, IT MIGHT CHANGE MY MOOD.
DON'T JUST SIT AND PISS AT ME
OR I'LL BEAT YOU TO DEATH WITH A CHRISTMAS TREE !
(And don't plan on "getting any" for the next 12 months, you freaking idiot !)
MERRY CHRISTMAS LADIES. HOPE YOUR HOLIDAY IS FILLED WITH PEACE, JOY AND AN HELPFUL HUSBAND.
Thursday, December 3, 2009
Gonna Be a Man
Last Thursday, Thanksgiving, my daughter-in-law, Kristen, and I were in the kitchen cleaning up after the feast. The "BOYS" had taken over the den . . . Kent asleep on the couch and Ger in his recliner half dozing in front of a football game. AND ALL WAS WELL WITH THE WORLD ! Isn't that the way Thanksgiving is always pictured on TV and the magazines? Kristen looked at me and said, "I want to come back as a man". And the two of us burst into laughter. She is so young and already so wise.
Not to put down the guys out there but honestly, what is with you men? You didn't help with the preparation, (Ger hurt his knee so he couldn't stand.) you didn't help with the cleaning, (Ger WAS helping vacuum when he hurt his knee), and now you are not helping with the cleanup. (To be honest, even if he hadn't hurt his knee you and I both know he would not be helping anyway.) Did I miss some fine print in my marriage vows that stated "husband will rest, wife will work"? I know there are men out there who are very involved in their home life. My oldest son is a perfect example of that. He helps make up menus & shopping lists, he helps shop and cook and clean up. He even makes his own lunches to take to work. How did this happen ? He is my son and he knows enough to HELP his wife. Then we have the youngest son. To be fair, he has been working on projects for their newly purchased home but he doesn't cook, clean or shop. What did I do with Kyle that I failed to do with Kent? Or what didn't I do ? (Or maybe it has nothing to do with me . . . I just feel guilty because that's what mothers do.) Is it all about the wives? I know f I tried to be the "perfect" wife when I got married. Wives are supposed to cater to their husbands every whim, aren't they? That's what my mother did, that's what my mother-in-law did so I guessed that was what I was supposed to do. WRONG !! It's too late for me but I swear I taught my daughter better and I am trying to get this message through to Kristen before it is too late. Bridget, (Kyle's wife) is great. She is a strong, no nonsense young woman who is not about to be taken advantage of. YOU GO GIRL ! Kristen is a mini me. I keep telling her to kick Kent's butt and get him involved in EVERYTHING around the house. None of this "man's work & woman's work" shit ! If you live here, you need to get off your ass and help with everything from making the bed to doing the laundry. It was one thing when I was home all the time and Ger was working 2 jobs . . . WHAT ! . . . that is a crock of poopie ! I was home with 3 kids, running to school, doctors, grocery stores, post office, and numerous soccer and baseball games. But I bought into the lie because I was stupid. DON'T MAKE THE SAME MISTAKE ! A family is only as strong as the team that makes it a family and you remember that old saying;
TEAM DOESN'T HAVE AN 'I' IN IT".
Come on Kristen, You can do it . . . be a MAN !
Not to put down the guys out there but honestly, what is with you men? You didn't help with the preparation, (Ger hurt his knee so he couldn't stand.) you didn't help with the cleaning, (Ger WAS helping vacuum when he hurt his knee), and now you are not helping with the cleanup. (To be honest, even if he hadn't hurt his knee you and I both know he would not be helping anyway.) Did I miss some fine print in my marriage vows that stated "husband will rest, wife will work"? I know there are men out there who are very involved in their home life. My oldest son is a perfect example of that. He helps make up menus & shopping lists, he helps shop and cook and clean up. He even makes his own lunches to take to work. How did this happen ? He is my son and he knows enough to HELP his wife. Then we have the youngest son. To be fair, he has been working on projects for their newly purchased home but he doesn't cook, clean or shop. What did I do with Kyle that I failed to do with Kent? Or what didn't I do ? (Or maybe it has nothing to do with me . . . I just feel guilty because that's what mothers do.) Is it all about the wives? I know f I tried to be the "perfect" wife when I got married. Wives are supposed to cater to their husbands every whim, aren't they? That's what my mother did, that's what my mother-in-law did so I guessed that was what I was supposed to do. WRONG !! It's too late for me but I swear I taught my daughter better and I am trying to get this message through to Kristen before it is too late. Bridget, (Kyle's wife) is great. She is a strong, no nonsense young woman who is not about to be taken advantage of. YOU GO GIRL ! Kristen is a mini me. I keep telling her to kick Kent's butt and get him involved in EVERYTHING around the house. None of this "man's work & woman's work" shit ! If you live here, you need to get off your ass and help with everything from making the bed to doing the laundry. It was one thing when I was home all the time and Ger was working 2 jobs . . . WHAT ! . . . that is a crock of poopie ! I was home with 3 kids, running to school, doctors, grocery stores, post office, and numerous soccer and baseball games. But I bought into the lie because I was stupid. DON'T MAKE THE SAME MISTAKE ! A family is only as strong as the team that makes it a family and you remember that old saying;
TEAM DOESN'T HAVE AN 'I' IN IT".
Come on Kristen, You can do it . . . be a MAN !
Saturday, November 28, 2009
Christmas Letters
I'm supposed to be writing Christmas Cards. At least that is what I had promised myself I would do for the afternoon. Instead I am blogging. This is a result of my latest SHOWER EPIPHANY. (I do some of my best thinking in the shower. Probably because I am ALONE and it is quiet. My best friends agree that this is their best thinking time also.) Any way . . . In stead of writing the annual boring Christmas Letter I will post this years happening on my Blog ( because you expect to be bored anyway) and just put a note in my Christmas Cards to log in. What do you think?
I must admit I am a dinosaur when it comes to the holidays. There need to be Christmas Cookies (see yesterdays posting), and there need to be personalized greetings to friends, family and long lost acquaintances and neighbors who, if they are anything like us, do occasionally sit and wonder what we are doing with our lives. The CHRISTMAS LETTER fills in everyone on the year past while making everyone think we are normal and doing well. Those people who call or email on a regular basis already know all that is happening, the good, the bad and the crazy. The "once a year folks" get the jazzed up version where we brag about the kids and never mention that we bailed 2 of them out of jail or are raising our 12 grand kids and 18 dogs while living in a rented double wide in Arkansas. . . . Just kidding! Fortunately we have a fantastic family that provides us with much to brag about. But you know as well as I do that you will get at least one letter from a friend or relative that is so embellished that you check the return address and signature just to make sure it is from the person you thought. We have had several occasions at family gatherings to compare notes on various family members Christmas Letters. If we were to compare them to popular authors we would range from Isaac Asimov to Danielle Steel. The fiction is quite entertaining. Not that the letter's aren't based on fact, they just get so filled with "science fiction" and "fluff" that our relatives are hardly recognizable. We end up thinking . . . "Didn't we just see 'so and so' ? They weren't living in a 12 bedroom mansion were they? Wasn't their son the one with the 6 tattoos and police ankle bracelet? Is he really going to Yale? They didn't mention their daughter working at the strip club did they?" HUM . . . maybe I am just jealous that some of the friends and family are better writers than I am. I will never complain about getting Christmas letters, if they are kept under 8 pages, please. And I always figure you can toss them in the garbage if you're not interested or share them with your friends if they give you a laugh.
So get writing and send out the news on what you and your family are up to. We really are interested and appreciate the time you put into writing those letters. A year has flown by and a lot can happen in that time. Share with us and we will keep you in our thoughts and prayers for another year.
I must admit I am a dinosaur when it comes to the holidays. There need to be Christmas Cookies (see yesterdays posting), and there need to be personalized greetings to friends, family and long lost acquaintances and neighbors who, if they are anything like us, do occasionally sit and wonder what we are doing with our lives. The CHRISTMAS LETTER fills in everyone on the year past while making everyone think we are normal and doing well. Those people who call or email on a regular basis already know all that is happening, the good, the bad and the crazy. The "once a year folks" get the jazzed up version where we brag about the kids and never mention that we bailed 2 of them out of jail or are raising our 12 grand kids and 18 dogs while living in a rented double wide in Arkansas. . . . Just kidding! Fortunately we have a fantastic family that provides us with much to brag about. But you know as well as I do that you will get at least one letter from a friend or relative that is so embellished that you check the return address and signature just to make sure it is from the person you thought. We have had several occasions at family gatherings to compare notes on various family members Christmas Letters. If we were to compare them to popular authors we would range from Isaac Asimov to Danielle Steel. The fiction is quite entertaining. Not that the letter's aren't based on fact, they just get so filled with "science fiction" and "fluff" that our relatives are hardly recognizable. We end up thinking . . . "Didn't we just see 'so and so' ? They weren't living in a 12 bedroom mansion were they? Wasn't their son the one with the 6 tattoos and police ankle bracelet? Is he really going to Yale? They didn't mention their daughter working at the strip club did they?" HUM . . . maybe I am just jealous that some of the friends and family are better writers than I am. I will never complain about getting Christmas letters, if they are kept under 8 pages, please. And I always figure you can toss them in the garbage if you're not interested or share them with your friends if they give you a laugh.
So get writing and send out the news on what you and your family are up to. We really are interested and appreciate the time you put into writing those letters. A year has flown by and a lot can happen in that time. Share with us and we will keep you in our thoughts and prayers for another year.
Friday, November 27, 2009
Happy Thanksgiving
Happy . . BURP . . . Thanksgiving !
How was your holiday ? With family ? Friends ? Did you eat too much ?
How is it I can spend an entire month "dieting" and blow it all in one single day? AHHHH, but what a day! All the planning and anticipation that goes into the holidays is what makes this time of the year so great. We drove up to Atlanta last week to spend the weekend with Abby because she and her parents were going to Chicago for Thanksgiving. Kyle and Bridget were out all day on Saturday so Abby and I spent the afternoon making stuffing, cranberry jello and chocolate cream pie. Abby is quite the cook for a 4 and a half year old. I will admit that at one point the kitchen floor was covered with mini marshmallows and Abby was covered with chocolate but other than that we did quite well. On Sunday we all sat down to an Atlanta Thanksgiving dinner. We left there on Monday and drove home to start getting ready for the Florida Thanksgiving. Tuesday was shopping and cleaning, Wednesday was cooking and baking and Thursday was EATING !!!!! Kent and Kristen and Mookie the dog drove up on Thanksgiving day and we feasted for the entire afternoon and evening. Some of us ate so much that she had to take some stomach pills before bed. Good thing I had something for Kristen. The poor girl was positively green. We decided it was the 3 helpings of turkey dinner at 2, some beer before and after dinner. Wine with dinner, almost an entire pan of Kristen's famous 7 LAYER BARS, (that are so good we have to beat Kent with a stick to get him to share), a hot turkey sandwich at 7 and cheese cake before bed. But a couple of Pepsid Complete worked their magic and we all had a great night.
This morning Mookie let us all sleep till 9. A real treat for Kent and Kristen because usually their 2 cats have them up at 6 AM. After a walk for Mookie there were bagels with cream cheese and Mimosas! YUMMMMMMMY. But we walked it all off when we went shopping at Ross' and Home Depot. One problem, shopping made us hungry so we had to go to Jimmy John's for subs topped off with smoothies at the Tropical Smoothie cafe!
AND I WONDER WHY I CAN'T LOSE WEIGHT !
AH, but revenge is mine . . . I sent Kent and Kristen home with a bag leftovers and ALL the mashed potatoes and the few remaining 7 Layer Bars. (I think Kent would have beat me if I had tried to keep them.)
So now we diet again! Back to Curves on Monday. Get out the cottage cheese and salad. Christmas is only 4 weeks away and as bad (or good) as Thanksgiving is, Christmas means :
CHRISTMAS COOKIES ! (I am hopeless!)
How was your holiday ? With family ? Friends ? Did you eat too much ?
How is it I can spend an entire month "dieting" and blow it all in one single day? AHHHH, but what a day! All the planning and anticipation that goes into the holidays is what makes this time of the year so great. We drove up to Atlanta last week to spend the weekend with Abby because she and her parents were going to Chicago for Thanksgiving. Kyle and Bridget were out all day on Saturday so Abby and I spent the afternoon making stuffing, cranberry jello and chocolate cream pie. Abby is quite the cook for a 4 and a half year old. I will admit that at one point the kitchen floor was covered with mini marshmallows and Abby was covered with chocolate but other than that we did quite well. On Sunday we all sat down to an Atlanta Thanksgiving dinner. We left there on Monday and drove home to start getting ready for the Florida Thanksgiving. Tuesday was shopping and cleaning, Wednesday was cooking and baking and Thursday was EATING !!!!! Kent and Kristen and Mookie the dog drove up on Thanksgiving day and we feasted for the entire afternoon and evening. Some of us ate so much that she had to take some stomach pills before bed. Good thing I had something for Kristen. The poor girl was positively green. We decided it was the 3 helpings of turkey dinner at 2, some beer before and after dinner. Wine with dinner, almost an entire pan of Kristen's famous 7 LAYER BARS, (that are so good we have to beat Kent with a stick to get him to share), a hot turkey sandwich at 7 and cheese cake before bed. But a couple of Pepsid Complete worked their magic and we all had a great night.
This morning Mookie let us all sleep till 9. A real treat for Kent and Kristen because usually their 2 cats have them up at 6 AM. After a walk for Mookie there were bagels with cream cheese and Mimosas! YUMMMMMMMY. But we walked it all off when we went shopping at Ross' and Home Depot. One problem, shopping made us hungry so we had to go to Jimmy John's for subs topped off with smoothies at the Tropical Smoothie cafe!
AND I WONDER WHY I CAN'T LOSE WEIGHT !
AH, but revenge is mine . . . I sent Kent and Kristen home with a bag leftovers and ALL the mashed potatoes and the few remaining 7 Layer Bars. (I think Kent would have beat me if I had tried to keep them.)
So now we diet again! Back to Curves on Monday. Get out the cottage cheese and salad. Christmas is only 4 weeks away and as bad (or good) as Thanksgiving is, Christmas means :
CHRISTMAS COOKIES ! (I am hopeless!)
Saturday, November 14, 2009
Widows
So, I'm sitting in church this evening waiting for mass to start and instead of praying I got looking around at all my fellow parishioners. We attend mass at the Cathedral of St. Ignatious Loyola in Palm Beach Gardens. We are the main church in the diocese of Palm Beach County. I mention this fact only to give you an idea of the financial level of the congregation. (We go to this church because it is the closest to our house, not for any other reason. We are the poor folk.)
But I digress . . . So, I'm looking around at ALL the senior citizens in the church and it occurs to me I can tell who is a widow and who is a widower. It's really quite simple. There are any number of women in the church who are dressed in most expensive clothes and jewelry. Their hair is perfectly arranged (and colored, not too many purple or blue), their nails are manicured, their makeup is stunning and they are all smiling. These are the WIDOWS. The remainder of the females in the church are dressed in what ever had the least wrinkles and/or still fit our ever expanding thighs. Our hair is hand raked in the car on the way to mass and makeup, if any is limited to a smear of lipstick. We have the latest plastic or rag purse that we bought for $5 at the flea market and our shoes are vintage 1987 because they still fit. The bags under our eyes can be seen across a football field and we can't stop yawning throughout the entire mass.
On the other hand we have the WIDOWERS. These are the men who have on sandals with 2 different color socks. Their pants are stained and baggy and come no where near to matching the wrinkled, stained plaid shirt that they are wearing. They all desperately need a hair cut and don't have a clue that the mustard from their hot dog at lunch is still smeared across their chin. The remaining men in the church are the married men who put the widowers to shame with their smart outfits and polished shoes. Their hair is trimmed and they are wearing expensive watches and eye glasses. They look well rested and at peace with the world.
I have hopes that some day I too will have the opportunity to be the good looking 80 year old with the gold jewelry but I fear Ger will "win" and get to be the sloppy old guy with the pants that are falling off his butt and the hair in his ears. After all, he has been practicing since he retired.
But I digress . . . So, I'm looking around at ALL the senior citizens in the church and it occurs to me I can tell who is a widow and who is a widower. It's really quite simple. There are any number of women in the church who are dressed in most expensive clothes and jewelry. Their hair is perfectly arranged (and colored, not too many purple or blue), their nails are manicured, their makeup is stunning and they are all smiling. These are the WIDOWS. The remainder of the females in the church are dressed in what ever had the least wrinkles and/or still fit our ever expanding thighs. Our hair is hand raked in the car on the way to mass and makeup, if any is limited to a smear of lipstick. We have the latest plastic or rag purse that we bought for $5 at the flea market and our shoes are vintage 1987 because they still fit. The bags under our eyes can be seen across a football field and we can't stop yawning throughout the entire mass.
On the other hand we have the WIDOWERS. These are the men who have on sandals with 2 different color socks. Their pants are stained and baggy and come no where near to matching the wrinkled, stained plaid shirt that they are wearing. They all desperately need a hair cut and don't have a clue that the mustard from their hot dog at lunch is still smeared across their chin. The remaining men in the church are the married men who put the widowers to shame with their smart outfits and polished shoes. Their hair is trimmed and they are wearing expensive watches and eye glasses. They look well rested and at peace with the world.
I have hopes that some day I too will have the opportunity to be the good looking 80 year old with the gold jewelry but I fear Ger will "win" and get to be the sloppy old guy with the pants that are falling off his butt and the hair in his ears. After all, he has been practicing since he retired.
Friday, November 13, 2009
Daughters
I never wanted to have a daughter. My mom and I were always at odds and fought like cats and dogs. So I figured all moms and daughters acted that way. My first child was a boy and for 4 years Kyle was just an adorable and fantastic little guy. (He is still awesome) Life was perfect. Then I got pregnant again and wondered if I could possibly luck out a second time and have another "perfect" kid. In those days there was no such thing as sonograms so the sex of the baby was always a surprise. I went into labor, and the next thing I knew I was staring into the eyes of the most beautiful little baby girl in the world. Keri was all of 15 minutes old when she looked into my eyes and we had an instant connection. All my fears left and I knew we would be the best of friends forever. Even when my third child, Kent, was born I don't remember the instant connection that happened with Kerrin. (Ger says it must have been the drugs) I adore my sons but there is something about a daughter that can't compare. We had a lot of tough times with Keri and her anxieties but she is the most amazing young woman. I came to think that I was lucky to have only had one daughter because I couldn't possibly feel this way about another girl.
And then my sons got married . . . As amazing as these boys of mine are they have found the perfect partners. Their wives, my daughter-in-laws, bring out the absolute best in my sons. And they never blame me for all their husbands faults. We just laugh and chalk it up to the fact that they are men and take after their father.
I couldn't love these girls more if I had given birth to them. These 3 young women in our family are just wonderful. They bring joy and love into the world each and every day. Each of them has chosen a different path in life and each of them excels in what they do. I have been blessed !
I got thinking about this because of Kristen's blog. She is the sweetest thing and deserves better from her family. I know how lucky Kent is to have her as his wife and I know he understands how blessed he is to have found her.
Her birthday is on Sunday and I wish for her a full life of joy, happiness, love, health and babies of her own that she will love as much as we love her.
To my beautiful Bridget, Kyle's wife and Abby's mom. You are amazing and have given this family the a precious gift. You have given Kyle the gift of love which has opened his world. We adore you and are in awe of you and Kyle. You are the most wonderful parents and I see God's Blessings in each of you.
And to my own daughter, Keri . . . the best thing I can wish for you is that you and your daughter have the same relationship that you and I have. Kaelin knows how wonderful you are. I see that in the way the two of you light up when you see each other. Steve is a fantastic dad but mother's and daughters have that special bond that is the greatest blessing of all.
Thank you God for blessing Ger and I all these wonderful young people in our lives. I love you all.
And then my sons got married . . . As amazing as these boys of mine are they have found the perfect partners. Their wives, my daughter-in-laws, bring out the absolute best in my sons. And they never blame me for all their husbands faults. We just laugh and chalk it up to the fact that they are men and take after their father.
I couldn't love these girls more if I had given birth to them. These 3 young women in our family are just wonderful. They bring joy and love into the world each and every day. Each of them has chosen a different path in life and each of them excels in what they do. I have been blessed !
I got thinking about this because of Kristen's blog. She is the sweetest thing and deserves better from her family. I know how lucky Kent is to have her as his wife and I know he understands how blessed he is to have found her.
Her birthday is on Sunday and I wish for her a full life of joy, happiness, love, health and babies of her own that she will love as much as we love her.
To my beautiful Bridget, Kyle's wife and Abby's mom. You are amazing and have given this family the a precious gift. You have given Kyle the gift of love which has opened his world. We adore you and are in awe of you and Kyle. You are the most wonderful parents and I see God's Blessings in each of you.
And to my own daughter, Keri . . . the best thing I can wish for you is that you and your daughter have the same relationship that you and I have. Kaelin knows how wonderful you are. I see that in the way the two of you light up when you see each other. Steve is a fantastic dad but mother's and daughters have that special bond that is the greatest blessing of all.
Thank you God for blessing Ger and I all these wonderful young people in our lives. I love you all.
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