A Red White And Blue Christmas

“I just saw the Statue of Liberty!” “That’s Adolf Hitler!”

We obviously have not done a good job at educating our children about Washington, DC. All they knew is we had a special invitation to tour the White House where the President of the United States lives. Then we would see lots of monuments and statues. Their little minds were working hard to make sense of the new surroundings of an exciting, historic city they had never seen before.

A few weeks back I learned a friend of mine Tracy and her family were going to the White House for a tour. Thinking that was such a fun cool thing to do with the family I inquired how I could get tickets for the tour. Tracy is a “Can do” kind of gal. Not only is she busy taking care of four small children, she manages to get them to all kinds of fun activities with a smile on her face and extra energy to spare. Soon after I left a message on her machine, there was a message back to me. She had called our Senator’s assistant Sam for me and had five extra tickets waiting for us. After clearing security measures, we were making arrangements to go to DC!

Steve knows my level of anxiety goes up when we travel together. Our children stand out in a crowd for sure. Whether it’s accidentally running out in a street with cars coming, wondering off, or riding any staircase they can find, I’m constantly catching my breath and thanking God they’re still alive on an hourly basis!

I was thrilled to go see the White House. I had never been before and just the small connection with the President was so exciting for me. I immediately wanted to take all my family and friends with me. How could I experience this without all those I love? Sure, my immediate family was going with me but there were so many others I wanted to share this special occasion with. After all, we were going to the place where many great leaders lived and have made impacts on our lives, freedom, and security as Americans. America would not be what it is without each and every one of them!

The trip was fun with the kids and Steve. The White House was beautifully decorated in Red White and Blue for Christmas. Although the kids were honestly bored by the tour, I enjoyed every step I took and read every plaque and picture on the walls. I imagined what it would be like to watch one of the meetings with the President or enjoy watching the First Lady have tea with her guests.

I found myself feeling a reverence for a place and respect for a person I will most likely never meet yet, I have a personal relationship with The King of Kings and Lord of Lords. WOW! I am so thankful most of the dear friends and family I know also have a relationship with the one and only God, and will join me one day in a much better and more beautiful place then The White House. I pray that I have more opportunity to share with those who do not know Him. We live in a world desperately seeking the truth and answers in life. I pray God uses me to reach others to share how they can have eternal security through Jesus Christ.

“For God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever believes in Him shall not perish but have everlasting life”. John 3:16

Sweet dreams and blessings,

Debbie

Merry Christmas To All Our Friends And Family!

“The most powerful life is the most simple life. The most powerful life is the life that knows where it’s going, that knows where the source of strength is, and the life that stays free of clutter and happenstance and hurriedness.” Max Lucado.

“God has given a son to us…His name will be Wonderful Counselor, Power God…Prince of Peace.” Isaiah 9:6

Greetings! We pray you are all doing well. This year has been a challenging year, yet as we look back we can see so many blessings and God’s presence thorough the valleys. I know so many of you can relate in one way or another. Looking for the good in life and asking God to invade our minds and hearts is what keeps us going!

Over the summer we traveled to many spots from sea to shining sea! We love spending time with family and friends. One of the highlights was the kid’s first trip (that they can remember) to Portland Oregon. Hiking into water falls and mountains was right up their alley! All three are adventurous, curious, and have a contagious zeal for life. Meeting new people and going new places is a thrill for them! I wonder who they take after?

Emeline – Had a scare last spring with an undiagnosed condition. After numerous tests and a bone biopsy she was finally cleared of anything “scary”. She will be followed and retested for a period of time to be sure there are no developmental issues. Thank you for all your prayers and support during that time. Emeline is a unique young lady trying to figure out what being nine years old looks like. This year she is a “Tom Boy”. Her favorite color is black and she doesn’t do dresses! A favorite recreational sport for Emeline is football, and she also loves to run. Recently a youth Track & Field coach watched Emeline run six miles around a track, and said to me, “Get that girl running for a T & F club, she’s got natural talent!” Emeline is creative and loves music. This year she started to play the clarinet (just like her mama!). Having only one daughter and the first born leaves us feeling like we don’t know what we’re doing most of the time. Emeline knows she is loved and extends lots of grace to her parents and others. She loves Jesus and sees the need for Him in her life (Praise God!).

Samuel – Continues to grow big like his daddy! His heart has always been and still is precious. The world is black and white for Sam and it all needs to make sense. Sports are a highlight for Sam with football being his favorite. He’s fast and almost graceful as he moves the ball and himself down the field! School is going quite well for Sam. Although he still sees no need to be there (like most boys) he seeks to please and does very well. We are so proud of Sam! Just recently Sam and our family (mostly Sam) were asked to share our family life in a professional video about families with ADHD. The team came after school one day and left before bedtime filming all aspects of Sam’s life. During a personal interview on camera Sam was asked several questions for which he answered with verbiage to include “Honoring the Lord”. As I watched my son proclaiming his values to complete strangers my heart was encouraged that God has great plans for this special boy (Jer. 29:11)

Zachary – Yes, he’s still adorable! Yes, he’s still athletic and yes, he has all the friends in the world! The young and old flock to Zachary seeking a “hello!”, or a “high five!” He is a happy boy and loves life! What more is there to say? Zachary is the most compliant of the three, but they come with challenges too! Being the younger brother Zachary enjoys tormenting Sam, getting any type of attention he can. Often it ends in a rumble on the floor or a boxing match down in the basement. They have both sent each other to the hospital for stitches (unintentional). I know some day they will be the best of friends, at least that’s what my friends tell me!! Zachary is a pure joy to have in our family. He keeps us all laughing!

Steve – Has been busy pulling his Snow Management company through a very difficult time over the last nine months. Drastic changes and adjustments were made to keep us going. Life changed for our family overnight. We appreciate the love, support and prayers of our family and friends. You may never know how much you touched our lives. We humbly pray God blesses you all. Steve’s desire is to continually move in a direction to honor the Lord.

Debbie – I’ve certainly experienced my ups and downs over the last year. I don’t know what I would do without God in my life. What else is there? Life has become simpler which is a good thing! Besides bible study, Moms in Touch (praying moms group), school responsibilities, and tennis, I’ve had a strong desire to write a book. My mother and I get together once a week and write. If the book is never published, the journey and spending time with my mom will be worth it all! My favorite part of being me is my family. With Steve gone so much, the kids and I have learned how to have a whole lot of fun together. We all love to be out and about running, biking, skate boarding, scootering, and roller blading. If it moves or rolls, we do it!! The most precious investment in my life is them. Being the mom of Emeline, Samuel, and Zachary is the biggest responsibility I could imagine. Being the wife of Steve, trying to be a good wife is the most humble experience of all! I can only be a good mom and wife with the help of God.” I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.” Philippians 4:13. Finally, I’m an official blogger!

In closing we pray you all have a happy healthy New Year! “The Lord bless you and keep you; The Lord make His face shine upon you, and be gracious to you; The Lord life up His countenance upon you, and give you peace.” Numbers 6:24-26

Sweet blessings and love to you and your families,

Stephen, Debbie, Emeline, Samuel, and Zachary, Ice (the dog), Ben (the bird), ? (new bunny)

An Unwanted Kayak And A Dead Bunny!

With Christmas just a few days away I was all set for the big day. In fact I was ready last week! Living with a husband who works so much and children that keep me in perpetual crisis mode, being done early with shopping, wrapping, Christmas letters, baking, etc. was a must!

Christmas is not a huge deal in our family with the gift giving. Steve and I don’t care about gifts ourselves and we both receive more joy out of giving then receiving. Stressing the real meaning of Christmas is what we focus most on this time of year with the kids. That said, kids will be kids and they have their special requests for gifts.

Since last summer all Samuel has asked for is a kayak. That’s a pretty big ticket item for a seven year old and all he talked about. Sam’s birthday is in February and he bargained to forgo any birthday gifts if he could just have a kayak for Christmas. When praying Sam asks the Lord “If it be your will for me, please let me have a kayak!” With a very generous mother and some of our help Sam will receive his bright yellow kayak and paddle for Christmas. We’ve had it since a recent sale at our local sports store.

Emeline has repeatedly asked for a new bunny. Her beloved bunny “Fir ball” died last winter. Only recently did Steve decide we would get a bunny for Emeline. I took her to the pet store where she found an adorable dwarf bunny. She was mostly white with some black spots. On the side I paid for the bunny and secretly asked the manager to hold the bunny until Steve could come pick the bunny up. I was so excited for her!

Since then Emeline keeps asking about the bunny and Steve has now led her to believe the bunny might not be a Christmas present. I have taken her back to the pet store and the special bunny she liked is gone (Steve had it!!) While at the pet store Sam saw a puppy he fell in love with. “Mommy, I don’t want a kayak anymore, I want a new puppy!” I replied “YOU’RE NOT GETTING A PUPPY!” After all, we have one very active dog and I have not one ounce of desire in me to have another dog! Besides that we already have the kayak!! Sam has been very sad to think he cannot have this puppy that apparently bonded with him at the pet store while we were looking for a bunny that wasn’t there because we already bought it!

Feeling bad for Sam but not caring too much, I received a call from Steve. He had the bunny at his office, hiding it from Emeline. “The bunny is dead!” Of course it is, were my thoughts. Nothing seems to go right when it really needs to!!

So now we have an unwanted kayak and a dead bunny two days before Christmas! It’s a good thing we’re not parents who bank the day on what our kids get and how perfect the day is. The kayak and bunny will work its way out, (not sure how) it always does.

My prayer is that we can spend the time as a family and celebrate The Savior being born and how that single moment in time changed us all forever!

Blessings and Merry Christmas!

Debbie

A Nightmare Experience At The Vet

Yesterday I had an unexpected afternoon. First I had to take all three kids to the dentist because Emeline had a sore tooth, then shoot over to the veterinarian with the dog (something wrong with his eye). When Steve asked me to take all three kids and a very hyper dog to the vet, I thought “Are you kidding me?” Then I knew I had to do it on my own.

Emeline had not one cavity but two. The bill was devastating and we left. I lectured her the whole way home about how she will have to pay half of the bill. If she is going to not take care of her teeth and eat junk food then she can pay for her teeth.

After a quick bowl of soup for dinner we headed out to the vet with our black lab Ice. While in the car, he ate all the kid's snacks for the ride. Ice creates a whole new dynamic to my utterly chaotic gang. He is quite a hand full! When we arrived at the vet I told the kids I was in charge and the only one holding him, knowing other dogs will be there and he will pull hard to get to them. Sure enough as we walked in, Ice RAN me inside knocking over trash cans to get to the dogs. It was an instant chaos scene! I was trying with all my might to restrain him, the kids were running around and I felt completely out of control (I WAS!). Everyone got up and moved as far away from us as they could with Ice trying to get to their dogs. We were ushered into a secluded area where Ice could not see other dogs. I started to feel back in control when Ice pooped on the floor. My kids started complaining how much it smelled. I went and got a paper towel to wipe it up asking Emeline to hold Ice. Then Ice had diarrhea all over the floor! A new dog came in and Ice pulled Emeline up out of her seat and she slid in the diarrhea! Fairly quickly a nurse came to me and said “Mrs. Summer we have a room for you.” I told her that was a good way to get fast service in a busy waiting room!

Since Ice was nervous three of us had to restrain him to get his weight. Emeline did not realize I was standing behind her but as she was trying to help hold Ice down she punched me in the jaw (ouch!). We sat in this tiny room for over an hour, the three kids, Ice, and me. Can you imagine the condition we were in when the doctor finally came to see us? The boys were pushing and punching each other while the doctor was trying to explain how I should give Ice his medicine. After the doctor reprimanded my boys, he turned to me and told me to go home and have a glass of wine!

My two hour visit was a nightmare, something you would see in the movies and laugh hysterically, only I wasn’t laughing. Then they made me pay for the nightmare experience! Imagine that!!

Today has been calmer, no mishaps, just a status quo day. I like those days!

Sweet Dreams,

Debbie

Lights, Camera, Action!

Family and friends have jokingly told us we need to write a book on our family, some say a movie could be produced! All our life experiences from trips to the ER, managing two crazy boys, raising a daughter with wisdom beyond her years, just to mention a few. Wherever I go, whomever I’m with, I have a funny story to share about the Summer gang.

Recently I was contacted to interview for an agency doing a study on ADHD children. After the interview I was contacted again and asked if the agency could come with camera men and do a professional video on our family. With the Christmas holiday in full swing I didn’t have much time to think about it.

Yesterday four guests came to my house from 2:00 until 8:30 PM, watching and interviewing our family. They brought lighting, cameras, video cameras, and a very large microphone that took one person to operate!

The leading character was Samuel. I wasn’t sure how he would mange his instant fame but prayed above all, these strangers would see Jesus in my children and I!

At first Sam seemed embarrassed to have the spotlight and cameras on him doing homework and eating his chocolate chip cookies. I actually saw him blush for the very first time! Then he became more comfortable with the process and realized they were very kind and not going away. I agreed to let the agency interview Sam and ask him some questions. Sam preferred they go up to his room and requested I stand outside his room (Ouch!!).

The funny part of Sam’s interview was he sat on his bed and during the course of the interview Sam took on at least ten different positions from laying down to sitting up, hanging his feet off the bed, picking at his pants, scratching his back, etc, with a video camera, microphone and light following his every move. The best part of Sam’s interview is four questions were answered by Sam with the words “Honoring the Lord”. One question, Sam talked about school and how he sometimes gets in trouble and that makes him feel sad. When asked why getting in trouble makes him feel sad, he replied “Because it is dishonoring to the Lord”. My prayers were answered through Sam.

The next interview was with Emeline who loves the camera, this was her moment to shine! She sang a song for the camera, played her clarinet, and did all kinds of crazy poses for the still-life camera person as well as sharing her life experiences.

During one of my many interviews yesterday I was asked how I mange my life, where do I go personally to find rest? My reply was “God”, “My faith”, “Prayers”. Of course I then gave so much credit to all the wonderful doctors, professionals, and mostly the amazing friends God has blessed me with, encouraging a light heart, and lots of laughs along the way!

I don’t know whether the company captured all they set out to do, but one thing was for sure. God was honored and glorified yesterday as we sat around the dinner table with our guests, holding their hands, and asking the blessing on the food and our time together.

“As for me and my house, we will serve the Lord.” Joshua 24:15

Sweet Dreams,

Debbie

A Live Nativity

“Are you crazy?” was a girlfriend’s response when I told her I was taking my three lovely children to participate in a Live Nativity scene. I knew it was most likely not going to go smoothly and at least one of my boys would be kicked off the set before the end of the night, but I was willing to give it a shot. After all, how many times are you asked to take part in such a special event?

When I told Emeline, Samuel, and Zachary what the plans were, I was immediately socked with resistance. “Why do we have to do that?” “It’s going to be too cold!” “How many minutes are we going to be there?” “Can I be Mary?” “I want to be a King!”. I was exhausted dodging all the questions and making it sound like we would have the time of our life. I assured the kids if they did this just once I would never ask them to do it again. I had to bribe them with a treat after it was all over.

A dear friend of mine was in charge of the show, and I could never say no to my friend Ruthie! We all piled in the car with many layers of warm clothes, hats, gators, and gloves. Along came the snacks and drinks as well!

Upon arrival at the church the roles were assigned. Emeline and Sam were a king and Zachary was a shepherd. If I could only have a picture of the look on Emeline’s face when she was told she would be a king. That was probably the very last character she wanted to be. I had a quick talk with her about how we need to be flexible and do this for Aunt Ruthie!

Before the first scene my boys started acting up, pushing each other, rolling down stairs, acting like anything but a king and a shepherd! I had to pull Sam out of the first scene to go make a call to his father. When we came back I learned that someone drove by the nativity and threw a raw egg at the shepherds! It was a very disrespectful act but I wish I could have been there to see it!

The night turned out fine. Sam made it through the night with only a few reminders from the “powers to be” that kings shouldn't bounce all over the place! Emeline was reprimanded for being too theatrical, waving her hands in the air to the beat of the carolers. Kings should not dance like that!

The newspaper camera person came and took pictures. Sam will be in the paper. Who knew!! My special King! An adorable one at that!!

After two hours of a live nativity we were all ready to go home. It was fun, and we’re glad we went. A trip to Friendly’s was in order with us moms and the kids. When anyone asks how the night went, I tell them it went as well as you would think my kids would do in a live Nativity! Utterly Chaotic!

Sweet Dreams,

Debbie

Turkey And "Stuff!"

Our Thanksgivings are usually spent alone. Any local family I have either leaves for the holiday or spends the day with other relatives, which can feel a little lonely. It is one of my favorite holidays…I love the turkey dinner and feeling of no pressure, just enjoyment for the day and thinking of reasons for which I am thankful.

This year was different. Since my sister and her family are headed to a warm destination for Christmas they decided to come from Indiana to spend the holiday with us. All other relatives decided to stay in town as well. I was so excited they would all be coming to my house to celebrate the holiday! We would be twenty one strong and in my mind, that‘s the way Thanksgiving should be!

On Monday my mother-in-law arrived for the week. She is a wonderful woman but never the less a visitor, someone who wants to help and please and I couldn’t think of much for her to do!

Tuesday my sister arrived and that night we started a string of dinners at my house with many little kids, mostly boys! The girls are quieter, but the drama between the two can raise anyone’s eyebrows.

Having so many people in my house for nights on end took its toll on the house for sure. I now have new holes in the wall, we had a flood in the basement from the toilet over flowing due to a “foreign object” flushed, red clay smashed in my dining room carpet just to mention a few.

I have local relatives that will never allow us to come to their house and the crowd can’t go to my mom’s because my eighty year old dad cannot tolerate the kids.

Over the years I have had to make adjustments to my expectations of holidays with the family here. I had to choose them all feeling welcome in my house over it staying in “One Piece”. I had to choose love over resentment for those not willing to step up to the plate and help. Accepting the role of referee when the kids are together gives me the opportunity to teach them about how to get along and what God says in the Bible about relationships.

The last four days have been busy and utterly chaotic. I can’t remember what day it is, but one thing is for sure, the good memories of Thanksgiving 2008 outweigh the challenges. Playing kick ball with the kids and adults was a highlight! Having everyone chip in to make something for the dinner made it enjoyable for everyone. Seeing the kids play and get along (for the most part) was a blessing. Watching the boys “sled” down the stairs was hysterical! The best part was looking around the crowded dinner table and being thankful for each and every person there. We ALL have our differences, yet our love for one another sets them aside and we choose to see the best in each other. For this, I am very thankful.

“That Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith, that you, being rooted and grounded in love, may be able to comprehend with all the saints what is the width and length and depth and height – to know that love of Christ which passes knowledge: that you may be filled with all the fullness of God” Ephesians 3:17-19

Blessings,

Debbie

A Humble Moment

When Steve and I took our first tour of the house we live in, my first thoughts, coming from a town house were “This house is too big to clean it on my own. I was pregnant with my second child and had an eighteenth month old little girl. Of course, I articulated this to my husband and put it right out there with signing the contract!

The generous man my husband is agreed and for all these years I have had a wonderful person clean my house twice a month. I looked forward to those two days a month when Scott would come and clean the house. If it was appropriate I would have bowed to him when he came. It was a luxury I appreciated!

Circumstances have changed and I must now clean my house. It takes two days of cleaning to get through just the upstairs and the downstairs (forget the finished basement!). This has become a family event. Everyone chips in and does their part. However, the one area I must clean on my own is the kitchen. After all it is the most “used” room and my domain. It gets the “works”, everything from the walls, cabinets, floors and windows. It’s the last room in the house and no other room when clean makes me feel so good!

Yesterday as the kids and I were cleaning Sam came in and asked me if he could mop the kitchen floor. Now, I’m all about making my kids a part and allowing them to do a job and not correct it, but NOT THE KITCHEN FLOOR! Since we weren’t doing the kitchen yet I just said” I don’t know, maybe”, hoping he would forget. Again came the question, “Mommy could I mop the floor when it comes time, I’m really good at it?” I was getting annoyed he kept asking me, I really didn’t want him doing the floor, how could he possibly do the job I know needs to be done?

Finally, it was late last night and the time was coming to mop the floor. I had the kids go up and get a bath. I figured I could quickly get the floor done while Sam was in the bath. Just my luck he was downstairs before I knew it, “Mommy, are you ready to have the floor mopped?” My last resort was to tell him how hard it was to do the floor and if he really wants to do it I would have to stand with him and make sure it’s done right. “That’s o.k. mommy, you can watch me.”

Not only did Sam do a beautiful job on the kitchen floor but he did two bathrooms, a mud room, and a large foyer. He did a better job then me!! I apologized to Sam and told him I feel just terrible. “Why would you feel terrible mommy?” “Because the floors only get mopped well twice a month and I wanted to make sure they were done right. YOU did such a great job, and I feel bad that I doubted that!”

When circumstances change in our lives and things become less comfortable then what we have known, I’ve come to learn there is always an opportunity to grow and allow God to show us things in us and others that we never knew before!

Sweet Dreams and blessings,

Debbie

Good vs. Godly

Yesterday in church my pastor said something that I will never forget. A true revelation! He explained the difference between a good man and a godly man. The term “Godly” gets thrown around a lot in the church. “Oh, she’s so godly,” or “He’s a godly husband.” I personally don’t use this term much because I never understood the definition of Godly! It’s almost like the word “love”. It’s overused. I’ve never considered myself godly, just someone who tries to do the right thing. I do love God and I want to please Him, yet I am also aware of my shortcomings.

Our pastor said the difference between a good man and a godly man is how the good man (most of us are good willed) reacts when things aren't so good. How does the good man respond when someone slanders him? How does the good man respond when life gets really hard? That simple statement meant so much to me and clarified so much.

How about Job? Now that’s a guy who had reason to complain. His empire collapsed, his children were killed, and what was a healthy body became a rage of boils. Job refused top give up on God, even though he didn’t understand what was happening to him and why. Now that’s a godly man.

And Joseph? His brothers sold him for a slave, then he turns around and says “What you meant for evil, God meant for good.” Another godly guy.

What about today? Do I know any Godly people? That was my question to me yesterday. Do I have the pleasure of knowing people who are good even when they are put through the fire? I mean multiple fires? Yes, and I am thankful for these people in my life. God has used them in so many ways to show His love, grace, and mercy to me. These people are not judgmental, they are painfully aware of God’s grace in their own lives.

I don’t know that I will ever fall under the category of “Godly”, but I’m thankful I know people who point me in that direction and better yet I have a God who wants just that for me. The Great I Am!

“And he said, “Naked I came from my mother’s womb, and naked shall I return there. The Lord gave, and the Lord has taken away; Blessed be the name of the Lord””. Job 1:21

Sweet dreams and blessings,

Debbie

Good Bye Charlie

While away I received the dreaded call of a child crying. It was a voice message from Sam. Charlie, his pet parakeet just died. To hear the voice of my son try to compose himself while his heart was breaking was precious. In the message Sam went on and on about what a great bird Charlie was and sad that he is no longer amongst the living. Sam then prayed on my voicemail thanking God for the opportunity to have such a special bird. “Thank you Lord for Charlie, he was a great bird, and I will miss him very much. Even though I have asked for a kayak for Christmas, it would be nice if I can get a new bird too! In your name I pray…amen”

Once I heard the message I immediately called Sam and we cried together as we talked about all the fun times with Charlie and how I use to scream when he got out of his cage and fly all over the house. I told Sam I would miss Charlie keeping me company during the day. He use to chirp away as Ice (our dog) would stand there hoping he would fall out of his cage so he could eat him for lunch!

Since I was away Sam did not want to bury Charlie and he also wanted his mom mom and pop pop to come pay their last respects. For two weeks now Charlie has been in the freezer in a zip lock bag waiting for a funeral. We forgot to bury him last week and almost let this past weekend go by without the funeral. If it wasn’t for us moms, none of these momentous occasions would happen!

Saturday night Sam wrote out the funeral arrangements and a song for Charlie. It was to include our family singing, Steve playing the guitar, and Emeline playing the clarinet. Since the song “Ode to joy” is the only song Emeline knows, that was the tune for the song.

Yesterday Charlie went to his final resting place. Initially Sam wanted to build a nest for Charlie and put him in a tree. I said, “Absolutely, not, at some point he’ll fall out and the dog will eat him!” Charlie deserved better then that.

We all said our good-byes and buried the beloved bird right next to Emeline’s bunny Firball and our dog Jake. We’ve got quite the cemetery going on in our back yard!

Having pets has taught our kids great lessons from responsibility to dealing with the loss of something they love dearly. It was a precious moment as a family to gather around a tiny hole in the ground to pay honor and respect for one of God’s creatures that even He cares for.

“Are not two sparrows sold for a copper coin? And not one of them falls to the ground apart from the Father’s will”. Matthew 10:29. God is aware of everything that happens, even Charlie dying! How much more does He know and care about our well being!

Blessings,

Debbie

Make My Toes Shorter?

After five months of pain in my foot, I returned for the second time to the foot specialist who treats all the professional ballet dancers in my city. With the pain in the ball of my foot and into my toes, I knew I was in good hands with Dr, Chau.

Six weeks ago I was advised my tennis injury was due to ligaments in my foot “just dying to pop out.” They’ve become so stretched and unstable. The best part of it all is the doc wrapped my toes to restrict the ligaments and gave me a pad for my shoe advising me the ligaments will most likely heal on their own. Great! I was willing to keep my activity level restricted while nursing my foot back to health. This wonderful doctor of mine told me I could play occasional tennis, and that makes me happy!

Today as I waited for the doctor to come in I contemplated whether to tell her how I was really feeling. I was trying to decide if I could just live with this pain. After all, I don’t want a cast or boot or be told to not do anything at all, or worst of all the s….. word! Actually, this would be a good time to go out on the disabled list because most of my dear “jock” friends are injured. We could start a support group! The fact of the matter is my foot still hurts, maybe a little worse. The tape helps for sure but without it I can’t walk without pain and favoring it.

As Dr. Chau examined my foot she told me the reason I had this condition is because my second and third toes are too long, they’re longer then my big toe and they really should be shorter especially for someone who likes sports. The next step? We wait six weeks and then talk surgery. Yes, she wants to cut both of the bones in my two toes and make them shorter! Make them shorter? OUCH!!!!!!! Now, I’m no rocket scientist but that sounds like a really big deal! I am not a surgery person. I have a shoulder that need to be put back together but that’s just not going to happen for me anytime soon, hopefully never. Shorter toes? We’ll have to see about that one.

My life is so busy with my kids I hardly have time to think about myself, and that’s a good thing especially now that I have my foot to fret about! Steve is not happy to hear I may need surgery but he has always wanted me to wear Birkenstock sandals, they’re his favorite shoe. If my toes are shorter I will fit the mold better for the Birkenstocks. If I do need surgery after all, while most husbands would give their wives a beautiful bouquet of flowers after a rough painful day in the OR, I’ll most likely be presented with a pair of Birkenstocks!

“A man’s heart plans his way, but the Lord directs his steps”. Proverbs 16:9

Prayers are appreciated for my foot and toes!! I like them just the way they are!!

Blessings,

Debbie

World Series Championships 2008

Like every other non-baseball loving person, I waited until the Phillies made it to the championships before I gave them the time of day. In the fall I want to talk football and soccer, not baseball!

The academy where my kids attend kept having “Phillies Day”, and of course I had nothing for them to wear other then the color red. Finally one of my girlfriends called me and told me she was sending extra Phillies shirts for my kids to wear “Great, thanks!”

My kids picked their shirts based on the style and size that suited them, not the name, we didn’t know any of them!

The first time I watched the games with my boys, I tried to explain the rules of the game and it felt like me trying to explain the English language to them. Some rules just don’t make any sense!

Through it all, fighting against elements that would send a mailman running, the Phillies pulled the championship off for themselves tonight! The Philadelphia fans were rocking the stadium and when the final Rays batter struck out clinching the win, the place went wild! Of course me being for the underdog felt badly for the other team. Not that I wanted us to loose, but I can’t imagine how sad Tampa Bay must feel. Oh well, I’ll get over it!

As with any team there are clearly certain players everyone counts on to “Bring it home!”, yet without everyone working hard together as a team there is no team!

Growing up my dad wanted me to be in the band so that is what I did instead of sports. In my adult life I’ve come to realize that I was born for sports and love it. Having the privilege of learning the game of tennis and playing competitively has taught me so much about sportsmanship that I did not learn growing up. Believe it or not, grown women can get quite fired up on the tennis court. It astounds me when I see it. No one likes to win a tennis match more then me, but if you can’t go out there and have fun while being competitive, in my humble opinion, you don’t belong out there!!

Congratulations Phillies!!!!!!

Sweet Dreams,

Debbie

I Don't Do Blood!

A local favorite diner was advertising 50% off their dinners tonight so I piled the kids in the car and met my parents for a dinner out. I didn’t care what I ate, having someone serve me a meal is always a blessing, with no clean up!!

Upon our arrival home it was dark, windy, and cold. I couldn’t wait to get the kids a bath and climb into my pajamas. We would have just enough time to snuggle and watch some TV before bedtime.

As my car pulled up to the driveway and came to a stop Sam jumped out of the car closing the door on Zachary. Zachary swung the door open and hit Sam in the head with the door.

Sam started screaming, and initially I thought he was over reacting. Not feeling terribly alarmed I gathered everything I could carry in my arms and headed out of the car to calm Sam down. Then I saw blood everywhere! On his hands, in his nose, his mouth, and all over his face. I immediately started screaming which made Sam scream louder! Panic rushed though my brain. “What should I do?” “Call 911”. “No, don’t call 911 yet!” I quickly realized I must calm down for the sake of Sam. Once he saw me panic, his anxiety escalated.

I have experienced many many injuries with my kids. For some reason I can handle broken bones but I don’t do well with blood. I’m initially petrified it’s much worse then it is. Seeing blood everywhere and having your kid screaming is not a pleasant situation.

I assured Sam as I was saturating paper towels with his blood that he was going to be just fine. First I thought he had a very large horizontal gash in his head, and then I realized it was a piece of bloody wet hair. Then I thought it was a gash on his eyelid, and my heart sank. I started to cry and pray that this would not be so bad. Then I realized that there was a much smaller cut, (only an inch) high on Sam’s forehead. Thank you Jesus! I reminded myself that head wounds bleed excessively.

I had Emeline call Steve while I was applying pressure to the cut (I learned that from when I did call 911 once due to a head trauma). Steve came right home from work to take Sam to the ER.

After a conversation with the Plastic Surgeon, Steve was advised stitching would define a future scar more. The type cut Sam has will scar with or without stitches. For cosmetic reasons, the decision was made to glue Sam’s head back together.

I don’t know that I’ll ever be good at seeing and working with blood. I’m thankful in the heat of the moment, I knew God would take care of Sam, and I was so very thankful it was not any more serious.

Sweet Dreams,

Debbie

A Little R & R

Spending the weekend in sunny southern California on the beach with a dear friend leaves you feeling like life just can’t get any better.

Upon arrival Friday afternoon Bridget and I put our bathing suits on, headed for the beach taking a dip in the ocean. Diving through the waves like a couple of high school girls, squealing over the cold brought back so many fond memories. Watching the dolphins swim by and a seal kept our eyes gazed on the shining sea wondering what would swim by next! Unfortunately my trip to the house for a shower caused me to miss a whale sighting!!

Having no agenda besides long walks on the strand, a nap on the beach, or watching a spectacular sunset relaxes your mind. Heart to heart conversations and many laughs relaxes your soul for sure. What is it about being with someone who totally accepts you for you? No feelings of being judged, just acceptance. That has been the core of our relationship for over twenty years. We have seen each other go through many ups and downs yet our friendship has stood strong and weathered the storms of life. Through it all our desire for one another is to encourage each other in the ways of the Lord. Bridget is an example of speaking the truth in love.

Growing up I was a “people pleaser”. God has shown me over the years that it is Him I am to seek to please and not man. Although God calls us to be peacemakers, our ultimate goal should be to please Him only. I now see my daughter struggling with these issues and because of what I have learned, God has given me wisdom and discernment to guide Emeline. As I share verses from the Bible with her I am also reminded of the need to be in prayer for this in my own life.

“But seek first the kingdom of God and His righteousness, and all these things shall be added unto you”. Matthew 6:33

“and whatever you do, do it heartily, as to the Lord and not to men”. Colossians 3:23

As the alarm went off at 4:30 AM to begin my day of traveling back east, the refreshment of the weekend lingers yet the reality of going home to my family makes me long to see my husband and the kids. Having a husband that freely lets me go away for a few days without the kids and then actually manages them quite well is an added blessing. THANK YOU STEVE!!

I am humbled for this trip, my heart is grateful to Nancy and Greg for not only allowing us to come stay at their beach house but throwing in the shiny convertible sports car! Bridget and I looked pretty snazzy zipping around town, especially with Bridget’s red hair blowing in the wind! My hair doesn’t blow as well.

Blessings,

Debbie

Traveling Solo

Traveling is something I love to do. In fact the very thought of it and possibilities of places to go gives me an adrenaline rush! For me, the planning and anticipation of the trip is almost as much fun as the trip itself. Our kids are at the perfect traveling age. They still think we’re cool and want to be with us. They enjoy going to new places and they all love an exciting adventure! Whether they’re hiking the water falls in Oregon or surfing in the Atlantic Ocean, my guys and doll fully engage and enjoy every experience! As a mom, my greatest joy is watching them have fun. I believe God is all about us enjoying life. He tells us in the Bible, He desires for us to have an abundant life, and is delighted to see us as His children enjoying life.

Our family life has changed over the last several months. Many adjustments needed to be made. We entered into a phase of financial crisis. Steve has done an amazing job at providing and moving us forward but our situation has thrown me into a single mom role (Monday thru Friday) for months now. It can make you feel like you’re just out there traveling solo in life. There were certainly times of despair, but God was and is faithful to see us through. Whether it was through prayer, reading the Bible, or my close friends, God spoke volumes to me and I wouldn’t trade this for anything. Was it easy? Absolutely not. Having so much of what you are use to taken away forces you to re-evaluate whether what you had was necessary to begin with. Needless to say, all travel plans are on hold.

During the last few months of our lives I have experienced peace and joy in ways like never before. Through the rough times, I was still able to be Camp Director for my kids. I love to bake chocolate chip cookies before they come home from school, and then take them out apple picking, biking, fishing, or anything else we can find to do that’s fun.

I am aware each and every day that we only get one chance at that day. We can choose if we want to be happy or sad. Some days sadness can overwhelm us, and that’s o.k. But God tells us that His mercies are new every morning. He gives us new doses every day!! I’m a walking testimony of that. “Through the Lord’s mercies we are not consumed, because His compassions fail not. They are new every morning, great is Your faithfulness” Lamentations 3:22-23.

Today I’m physically traveling solo. For my birthday Steve gave me a frequent flier ticket to go meet Bridget, one of my very dearest friends, in L.A. for the weekend. Oh, and a beach house and car is provided for us. THANK YOU NANCY!!! YOU’RE THE BEST!!! I’m leaving behind a sick child and an injured one. Thank goodness I have a husband who was more then willing to step up to the plate and mange things while I’m away.

As I got on the plane I was missing the family and feeling like maybe I should not have made these arrangements. After praying awhile, I read a devotional which I believe God hand picked just for me today. It was titled “Lying down in green pastures” “The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want. He makes me to lie down in green pastures. He leads me beside the still waters, He restores my soul. He leads me in the paths of righteousness for His names sake”. Psalm 23:1-3 Over the next few days I plan to lie down in green pastures, well on the beach! I also look forward to eating my favorite havarti and corn egg scramble at Martha’s on the strand!!

Blessings,

Debbie

Pooped Out!

This morning I woke up with a good night’s sleep under my belt which makes me feel ready to tackle the day! I had enough time to let the dog out and jump on the stair stepper for a workout before waking all the little people up in the house. As I approached the kitchen I caught a whiff of dog poop. Ice (our black lab) was in his crate crying. He obviously had an intestinal problem and then laid in it (YUCK!). No problem, I took him outside and hosed him off enough until I could give him a bath, then took the crate outside until I had time to tend to it. I worked out for a little while then started the beginning preparations of breakfast.

Once the kids were up I had my coffee in hand ready to help especially the boys. Being on a schedule to catch the bus, we need to move along at a certain pace. As I was helping Sam get a shirt on he accidentally poked me in the eye with his fingers which really hurt. After that I went into Zachary’s room, and as I was helping him on with a sweatshirt, he accidentally punched me in the mouth (UGH!).

Feeling a little “beat up” we all headed downstairs to one of my favorite parts of the day. BEING THE SHORT ORDER COOK! I love whipping up whatever my guys and doll want for breakfast. Once the bus comes and they leave for the day, my kitchen looks like a bulldozer went through it. I don’t mind, as I recall all the special requests of the morning, and all the different ways I made the eggs! Sending them off with a full belly, a prayer, and a hug from their mommy is such a blessing.

It came time to tend to the dog. First of all, he’s not tops on my list right now as he has been eating my mum plants and stealing my gourds and playing with them around the yard like they are his balls. In addition he has ruined my decorative pillows on the bench. Setting that all aside, I bathed him and the crate, only to realize that he still stunk and so did the crate. After his second bath as well as the crate, I was hopeful I got it all.

Time for my devotions, reading the Bible and praying. Having a good night’s sleep, and having a devotional time with God makes all the difference in a good day! “To choose life is to love the LORD your God, obey Him, and stay close to Him” Deut. 30:20

After a brief call to our orthopedic surgeon who will see Zachary tomorrow and an unofficial diagnosis of a growth plate fracture, I ran into Sam’s room to check on Charlie the parakeet that was flying around Sam’s room! He had escaped from his cage for the second day in a row! I don’t do parakeets, so I closed the door and let the bird fly around Sam’s room all day. Finally, I left to go meet my mom at Barnes and Noble to work on our “Special Project”.

When the kids arrived home, it was time for them to do their homework, chores, then off for Tuesday afternoon apple picking! Emeline’s chore was to clean five dog poops off the lawn. Apparently Sam stepped in one of the poops and brought it into my car. Not only did he have dog poop on him, it was now in the car as well. I must say at this point I had utterly had it with dog poop, I spend a good part of the day feeling nauseous and I didn’t want to smell it anymore!!!

We finally got everything cleaned up, and by the way Charlie is back in his cage!

At this late hour, I’m feeling all POOPED OUT!!

Sweet Dreams and Blessings,

Debbie

Moms In Touch

Making a commitment to be somewhere mid afternoon on a weekly basis is difficult for me. I have lots of excuses to justify that statement but none of which sounds like a good one. The fact of the matter is I’m a morning person and I prefer to get all my business done then. Once I’ve started my day it’s hard to switch gears.

For years I’ve been invited to a Moms In Touch prayer group. When the kids were young it was during nap time, and for the last few years it was when I needed to go pick up the kids from school. Now that they all ride the bus I have more free time then before. I made a committment to God that I was going to follow through with getting together with women on a weekly basis to pray for my children.

Praying is something I try to sit and do everyday, or at the very least in the shower! As someone comes to mind during the day, I pray and ask the Lord to bless them or pray specifically for their circumstances. I pray with my children at night and at meals, but I must say, there are times when the same prayer is prayed due to total exhaustion at the end of the day!

“Where two or more are gathered in My name, there I am in the midst of them” Matthew 18:20

There are not many of us if we’re honest that will claim to have it all together when it comes to our prayer lives, it can seem very abstract and confusing as to what to do and how to do it.

Sitting with a group of women who have come together to share the treasures of their heart, their children, is a blessing! It is not a social time to “catch up” but a time to lift our guys and dolls to Jesus and ask Him to teach them, guide them, and to see the need for Him in their lives. Each week we choose only one child to pray specifically for. Those who know me well know I am not a crier (especially in movies (ha!)) but when I’m praying for my children, the floodgates just open up, I’m so humbled that we have such an awesome God who loves us and loves our children even more then we do!! That’s just amazing!

“Pour out your heart like water before the face of the Lord…Lift up your hands toward Him for the lives of your children.” Lamentations 2:19

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"Praying for our children is a noble task. If what we are doing, in this fast-paced society, is taking us away from prayer time for our children, we're doing too much. There is nothing more special, more precious than time that a parent spends struggling and pondering with God on behalf of a child" Max Lucado

Sweet Dreams and Blessings,

Debbie

Hunting For Sharks Teeth

With the weather being extra warm for this time of year, the outside activities are overwhelming. There’s the usual harvest type activities like pumpkin picking, apple picking, and hay rides, but with the unusually warm weather, you’re compelled to keep the summer going! Yesterday we went to the beach, and yes, the kids went in the water!!

Today the kids were off school and we had to choose what we should do with our afternoon. Our friends asked us to go apple picking which sounded like fun but we decided to venture out for one last summer fling and go hunting for Sharks Teeth!

We started the afternoon off with having all hunters and moms over for lunch. Trying to feed six energetic children was utterly chaotic but we managed to get a little food in them, and away we went.

When we arrived at the stream where the hunt would begin, we piled out of the car with screens, buckets, shovels and personalized baggies for each hunter. My three kids had done this before, but the other three were novices. I was anxious to see how this would all play out. “Would my kids help the others?” “Would the others even find any teeth?” I was praying the day would be fun for everyone. My two girlfriends kept looking at me as if to say “I can’t believe we’re doing this!”

Sure enough, everyone found teeth and had a blast! What is it about kids, mud, a stream, and treasures? The simples things for sure. The best kind of entertainment! A sense of accomplishment!

As we left the stream late this afternoon, all the kids had looks of joy on their faces as they held their dirty bags with their trophies! Some would bring them in to school for show in tell, and others would make a necklace out of their teeth. Zachary had many other things in his bag to include a golf ball, glass, and what he thinks is a fossil (the jury is out on that).

The best part of the day for us moms?? Watching each and every child work together, helping each other, laughing, experiencing the thrill of digging, shifting, and discovering Sharks Teeth!

Blessings,

Debbie

Far From Perfect

It’s been a few years since I have hosted our community Bible study. As a co-facilitator I couldn’t come up with a good reason why I should not have it at my house once again. For six years I traveled twenty miles to school in the morning dropping kids off, but now they are all old enough to ride the bus.

The last time the study was at my house I had a student living with me who helped a great deal with the kids. I also had a cleaning person, and a husband who was home every night. Although we loved the phase of our life when students lived with us, it’s just us five now creating our own energy! I now clean my own house which has to be split up in two day increments for a total cleaning time of ten hours (ugh!). Due to a financial crisis, we only see my husband on the weekends.

Volunteering to have the study sparked some soul searching. I started to focus on all the negative things such as:

- We haven’t kept up with the landscaping and it looks awful!
- The dog ate my beautiful pillows outside on the bench, now they have holes in them.
- The dog also chewed the beautiful wood benches on the front porch.
- The inside of the house is half done from a renovation put on hold two years ago

I could go on and on but I knew this utter fretting was wrong and needed to be worked out in my heart and mind. Oh, and by the way, I think my whole house smells like PEE!

Somehow I got away from the whole reason I was having the study….to show the love of Jesus, and encourage others to grow in Him.

Who was I kidding thinking everything should look just perfect? My life is far from perfect, I’m a work in progress and thank God we have a God who does not demand perfection. Actually, He does demand perfection but realized we needed help in that area so He sent His son to die on the cross to save us from our sins. Once we accept that amazing gift we can spend eternity in heaven

“For God so loved the world, that He sent His one and only son. Whoever believes in Him will not perish, but have everlasting life.” John 3:16

The first day came for the study and my house was far from perfect but I was at peace to know I cleaned the toilets, sprayed air freshener, lit a candle, and mopped the floor. For me, that’s about as good as it gets for company.

The best part about the day is once the ladies arrived none of my concerns mattered. We were joined by the Holy Sprit who blessed us all with the love of Jesus, the fellowship was sweet, and our hearts we encouraged to grow in Him!

Sweet blessings to you,

Debbie

"All About Me" Day!

Having a birthday in October puts me right in there with the multitudes. I could rattle off ten names easily of friends and family who share a birthday within days of my own. Today is mine and I enjoyed every minute of it!

A birthday celebration for me is extending it for the entire month of October. Why? Because my favorite thing to do is spend one on one time with friends and family. Having a dear friend take time out of her busy schedule to talk on the phone or meet me for a cup of coffee is what makes me happy. Although I appreciate gifts, I would choose someone spending time with me over a gift. I know how precious time is to all of us.

The festivities started last night when two friends took me out and of course we solved all the worlds’ problems with no barriers. Instead of avoiding politics and religion, they were the main topics covered last night!

Today I got up and got the kids off to school. As I waved good-bye and threw kisses as the bus drove away, I wondered what I would do with my day. For the first time ever I decided (in honor of myself) I was going to go back to bed and enjoy extra sleep, JUST BECAUSE!! As I crawled back into my warm bed trying not to feel too guilty, someone starts knocking on my door and ringing the doorbell, a little frantically I might add! At first I was hoping they would go away, I wasn’t expecting anyone. As the knocking got louder I jumped out of my bed and ran downstairs. It was my friend Laurie!! She had stopped by to wish me a Happy Birthday before work. She’s standing there all dolled up and I look like, well, I just got out of bed! She didn’t care and neither did I! We quickly had a cup of coffee, chatted, I opened her gifts and she went on her way. Then I went back to bed!

Upon my second wake up call of the day I decided I needed to have a plan for my birthday. I wanted to (of course) honor myself, but wanted to honor others, starting with God first. After making myself breakfast (another first for me) I sat and had my devotions in prayer and reading my Bible. My heart was filled with joy and thankfulness for all that I have.

The phone calls and e-mails started to come in from friends and family wishing me a Happy Birthday. Some sang, others just told me how much, well, they liked me! I wanted to reach out to someone on my birthday so I made a contact to help a family in my community whose house just burnt down. Then I went off to play tennis. Somehow, when I arrived at the club many people knew it was my birthday, and that just made me smile! Every hour I was blessed by someone making a contact, and mostly people whom I don’t see or talk to very often.

When the kids came home from school we all went out for a bike ride (except Emeline, she ran), that made me very happy!

Tonight was spent going out for dinner and spending time at my parents eating chocolate mousse cake.

One significant thing I did today was develop a plan on pursuing a dream or maybe calling from God, not sure which yet. I have been encouraged by so many to write a book. Having this blog and attending two writers conferences made me realize I do not have the gift of writing, yet I have had a burning desire to write a book for girls with ADD for many months now. Last night my friend Kelli very boldly said “You must start writing this book! What are you waiting for?” Today I have a plan on taking the next step for the book. So…there Kelli!! Thanks for the nudge; I look forward to the journey and seeing what God does. My mom will co-author the book with me. Just spending the extra time with my mom will be worth whatever happens!!

Sweet Dreams and thanks for making my “All About Me” Day extra special!!

Blessings,

Debbie

Do They Have a Vaccine For That?

Just yesterday morning I had breakfast with a friend and my mother, and the subject of “Telling your kids about SEX” came up! Having a nine year old daughter, many of us parents are buzzing about the subject, wondering when is a good time and what on earth do we say? I’ve personally listened to tapes, called and spoken to counselors at Focus on the Family http://www.focusonthefamily.com/, read books on the subject, and talked to my “wise” girlfriends! The experts advise to start talking to your child when the “window of opportunity” opens. “Wade into the waters and see what the response is”. How are we supposed to know what that all looks like?

We have friends that have already had “The talk”. Some of the stories could keep me laughing for weeks!! I’m so glad God has a sense of humor and we can too when it comes to all this!!

There have been a few small opportunities that I have tried to “Wade into the water” with Emeline. I bought a recommended American Girl Doll book about her body. Absolutely no interest! I was shocked! Doesn’t she want to know how her body is going to start to change? Nope!

Emeline has always been a very alert, “street wise” kind of girl for her age with good social skills. Surely she must have more knowledge then she is letting on to, and when she is ready she will open up about it.

Last night I had all three kids in the car. Emeline 9, Sam 7, and Zachary 6. The subject of Chicken Pox came up which lead to vaccines, and somehow we moved over to talking about babies. “How do babies come out of your belly?” asked Zachary. “Through your privates”, was my reply. Emeline assured us all she was not going to have any children. “Of course you will. Some day you’ll get married and want to have a family” I encouraged her. “No mommy, I don’t want to have any kids. By the way, do they give you a shot for that?” “A shot for what?” “A shot so you don’t have any babies, like a vaccine!”

It was clear to me last night Emeline still thinks as she always has….that you get married, and the babies just come out of you!!

We will know when the timing is right. One day Emeline will be ready to know and it will make sense to her. In the mean time, Steve and I will keep “Wading in”, “Wading out”, enjoying our daughter and the beautiful mind God has given her, asking Him to protect her and keep her under His mighty wings.

My Advice? DON'T PANIC!!

“The preparations of the heart belong to man, but the answer of the tongue is from the Lord. Commit your works to the Lord, and your thoughts will be established”. Proverbs 16: 1,3

Blessings,

Debbie

A Happy Anniversary

Last year on this date I was in Paris with Steve celebrating a very romantic tenth wedding anniversary. The memories are sweet!

Today, on our eleventh anniversary we honored another couple to have an anniversary away. Yesterday, I added four additional children (ages four thru eleven) to our family. I had one come that was highly allergic to the dog, and one who was very sick just the day before. Knowing and loving these children, we were more then willing to accommodate however we needed to welcome our guests.

I was honored this dear friend of mine would entrust her children to my crazy household!! After all, we’re the ones that go to the ER all the time. Injuries are the norm for us. My six year old son is constantly injuring himself and spends quite a bit of time in the nurse’s office at school! I truly see this friend as a modern day Proverbs 31 Woman. She is one of the most loving, patient, Godly woman, and her children are a reflection of her. She serves quietly and humbly.

Meals were just a kick while they were all here. Last night I was solo as Steve had to work. The older kids chipped in to help the younger kids, and our first meal together was a success! Me having the Camp Director personality got everyone involved, interacting, contributing, and laughing together.

Since it rained yesterday and we were confined to the indoors, the troops were ready to go outside after Steve made them anything they wanted for breakfast! The activities of the day included catching fish in the stream, going on the zip line, a high swing, motorcycling, jogging, golfing, dance shows, and archery, just to name a few.

Sadly, after twenty four hours it was time for them to leave. Steve and I enjoyed every minute with them all. We only had two injuries, one from each family. They left dirty, tired, and happy with a chocolate chip cookie in their hand! I made them all promise me they will come again.

The second part of the day was spent with really fun friends of ours (our camping buddies). It wasn’t until yesterday we knew for sure we could go, but I prayed all week it would work out! After dinner we went to see the movie Fireproof. “Never leave your partner in a fire!” I will never forget those words. The movie was, well amazing. Please go see it!!

Eleven years of marriage. Not a long time in the big picture but so much has happened. All the vows I made September 27, 1997 were just words at the time. There’s no way anyone can enter a marriage and really understand what they are saying. It is only through the test of time “For better or worse”, or “Richer or poorer” is understood. Thankfully Steve and I made a commitment to God first, so when the difficult times come, we have that commitment staring us in the face. “We can do all things through Christ who strengthens us!”

“Love suffers long and is kind; love does not envy; love does not parade itself, is not puffed up; does not behave rudely, does not seek its own, is not provoked, thinks no evil; does not rejoice in iniquity, but rejoices in the truth; bears all things, believes all things, endures all things”. 1 Corinthians 13:4-7 Wow, I still have so far to go!!

Sweet Blessings and Happy Anniversary to my husband! Thank you for hanging in there with me Steve! I LOVE YOU!!

Debbie

It Feels Like a Miracle!

Since last June, my foot has been hurting me. I injured it doing what I love, playing tennis. In the middle of a USTA match I pivoted on the ball of my foot and felt something painful happen.

During the summer months I did my best to make it all go away. After any exercise or tennis I would ice it. Motrin was my friend

I went to a Podiatrist who told me a woman my age should not be doing such intense physical activity. That went over really well. Then I went to see an Orthopedic Surgeon in my area who ordered all types of scans to conclude I had fluid in the ball of my foot. I was told if I rested the foot and stayed away from the courts for awhile I would be fine. My exercise has dwindled down to a stationary bike (BORING!) and minimal tennis. My daughter has taken to running and there is nothing more I would love to do then go for a run with her, but can’t.

Months ago I made an appointment to get a second opinion with a surgeon who specializes in foot injuries and takes care of many professional ballet dancers when their feet are injured. This doc seemed right up my alley!! If anyone could help me it would be her!!

Today I made the trek down the freeway to one of the top hospitals in our city to see Dr. Chau. I started to feel anxious. “What if they put a boot on me and tell me to sit around for six weeks and do nothing?” “What if I need surgery?” “What if she suggests, a cortisone shot? I’ll say, NO WAY!”

Upon review of the X-rays and MRI, the doctor said “Wow, you’re in a lot of pain with this aren’t you? Hmmm…you’ve damaged two of your ligaments and they’re just dying to pop out, we need to restrict and immobilize them.” I was sure at that moment I was headed for a boot or cast. The doctor turned around and reached for a ½” medical tape. She began to tape two of my toes, pulling them under toward the bottom of my foot. “There,” she said, “Now the ligaments won’t move as much and this should heal in six weeks.” I wonder if she saw my mouth drop open in amazement. Then she asked me to get up and walk and see if my foot felt better. I couldn’t believe it, I had no pain!! After all the uncomfort for months, doctor visits, and scans, not to mention the money I have spent in fees, it took two pieces of medical tape to relieve the pain!!

Many times throughout the Bible we read about Jesus healing really sick and even dead people. Effortlessly, He just told them to get up and walk. Having a small amount of chronic pain leave me is amazing, it makes me want to go run a marathon (Dr, Chau wouldn’t approve of that!). I can tell you this…anyone who has been in pain and experiences relief is thankful and humbled to feel better once again. No wonder those guys in the Bible were ecstatic!

My foot is nothing compared to what some experience in this world, but I pray the absence of pain makes me grateful for every day my body can move, and I look forward to some day soon running many miles with my daughter!

Sweet Dreams and blessings,

Debbie

"Hand-Me-Downs"

Coming from a career in apparel as well as interior design, I would like to think I have at some point in my life developed a tad bit of style. Actually, the way trends go today, you can wear just about anything with an updated accessory and you’re good to go!

Having a daughter, I had high hopes of her looking to me for fashion tips. I couldn’t wait until she was older so we could shop together.

Since Emeline was a young girl she made it clear to me she did not want to be a “girly” girl. I was o.k. with that. Recently she respectfully told me her style was not my style and just because I liked something doesn’t necessarily mean she likes it. I was o.k. with that too, but taking this gal shopping has turned into a nightmare! First, she can’t make up her mind. Everything I suggest is sure to be turned down. I remember my mother telling me how difficult it was to spend money on clothes for me she thought were ugly!! I can only hope and pray I was half as respectful to my mother about it all as my daughter is to me.

Having a girlfriend’s daughter’s "hand-me-downs" has been a huge blessing. This comes from a teenager Emeline looks up to, so her clothes are welcome. Yesterday we went through a large bag of clothes and it was better then Christmas!

As I went through each garment there was something special about sharing in someone else’s past. Watching a fine young girl grow up, loving Jesus, making good choices, having a bible study in her school. Wow, I pray my daughter has that bold spirit about her! In a silly sort of way I was blessed financially and honored spiritually that Emeline would wear the clothes of such a fine teenager!

We have been blessed with so many teenagers (boys and girls) setting Godly examples to my children for years now. Loving life, working towards goals, yet never loosing the need for Jesus in their lives.

Thank you to all the young people out there who have made a positive impact on my children’s lives, for loving them just they way they are! Their lives are richer today for knowing you!! We love you all!!

“And whoever gives one of these little ones only a cup of cold water in the name of a disciple, assuredly, I say to you, he shall by no means loose my reward”. Matthew 10:42

Sweet Dreams,

Debbie

Right Under The Teacher's Nose!

Sitting in the front of a room is out of my comfort zone. When I walk into a room I like to sit in the back or side of the room. I guess a Psychologist could do an analysis on that and tell me why. For me, it has to do with “Blending.” I’m a person who does not like to stand out in a crowd.

Two out of three of my children in the past wind up with their seat assignment “Right under the teacher’s nose”. During my initial visit to Sam’s classroom at the beginning of the year two weeks ago, I noticed the teacher had Sam in the second row on the end. I was pleased to see Sam making a progression toward the middle of the room (where his mama likes to sit!) As I entered Sam’s classroom last night for “Back to School Night”, I headed for Sam’s seat and someone was in it! The teacher directed me to Sam’s new seat…..first row… next to the teacher’s desk! That would have been my very last choice for seats! To make matters worse, since the desks and seats are small I felt like a giant sitting in the front of the class!

With each new school year come steps towards independent learning and reasoning. A good teacher will gently push the students as far as they can go, taking them at times out of their comfort zone. Sam’s teacher is delightful and I can tell she will attempt (with God’s help) to do all of the above!

Being out of my comfort zone is a place I wind up from time to time. Like most, familiar ground is preferred, but it is in those times of life when I’m feeling exposed and vulnerable that God steps in and reveals Himself, pushing me to higher grounds! God uses these times in my life to show His faithfulness and presence.

I pray our children see God in the process of learning as their minds are challenged to achieve academic excellence. May they see the need for Jesus in their lives to achieve Spiritual excellence that often takes them out of their comfort zone!

“I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.” Philippians 4:13

“It is God who arms me with strength, and makes my way perfect. He makes my feet like the feet of deer, and sets me on my high places.” Psalm 18:32-33.

Have a wonderful day!

Blessings,

Debbie

An Answered Prayer

My life is beyond blessed in so many ways, I have a difficult time asking God for things. “Be anxious for nothing, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving, let your requests be made known to God; and the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and minds through Christ.” Philippians 4:6-7

"Pray without ceasing". I Thessalonians 5:17. Praying for others is a privilege and a commitment I do not take lightly. It is an honor to bring those I know and love as well as others “boldly before the thrown of grace”, asking God to intervene and reveal His perfect will. However, sometimes God chooses to not answer our prayers the way we would hope and pray. We need to accept whatever it is that God has for us. From life experience I can tell you that God sees a much bigger picture then what our eyes can see. He will not withhold any good thing from those who walk with Him and abide in Him. So what is good? GOD IS GOOD!! VERY GOOD!!

Recently our finances have become tight in a way I have not experienced. Lots of changes needed to take place, cutting corners and costs wherever possible.

A Women’s conference was in town this past weekend. Typically this is a difficult time of year for me to get away with school starting up and sports. For the last several years I have declined, knowing I needed and wanted to tend to my family.

The day the conference started my heart was heavy to go. I spoke to my girlfriend and could have asked her to try and see if there was an extra ticket, but I chose to pray and just let the Lord take care of it if He wanted me to go. “Lord, I would really love to go to the conference this weekend. If you want me to go, please have someone call me with a ticket”. I knew if anyone would call it would be someone who doesn’t know me very well, because those close to me know I would most likely say NO.

God used a very dear friend of mine, a steadfast friend, who loves Jesus, and He spoke to her heart. A ticket was available. I was thankful and thrilled. I immediately called my other girlfriend to tell her I was going. “No Way” were her words, “Where are you sitting?” Gosh I hadn’t thought of that and it didn’t really matter although I would have liked to sit near my buddies. Before I knew it yet another ticket was obtained for me, this time in the box suite with my girlfriends! The humbling part? It was free!

Thank you to all my girlfriends (you know who you are) for allowing God to work through you to bless someone who needed a day off to worship, honor, and soak in the love of Jesus!

Sweet blessings,

Debbie

"Yes, That Would Be Me!"

Yesterday morning I opened up the freezer, and to my surprise instead of feeling cold air, I sensed warmer air! Anyone who has been to my house knows we have a very large freezer and it just so happened to be packed! Unsure of what to do, I e-mailed my husband. He advised to keep the freezer closed and he contacted an appliance service man.

By the time Steve came home the freezer was room temperature and food had already been spoiled. We packed up a large cooler of meats to take to Steve’s office and utilized a neighbor’s extra freezer for over flow as well. “What could be wrong with it?’ we wondered. It’s a Sub Zero, and they’re supposed to last forever!!

Today Carl the Appliance man showed up to fix our freezer. I was glad to see him, soon the problem would be solved!

“It’s a shame your husband decided to turn the freezer off” were Carl’s words. He needed to see the freezer running to diagnose the problem. He suggested we turn it back on and leave it on for twenty four hours and then he would come back. I suggested we get Steve on the phone and talk to him about this. “I didn’t turn the freezer off!” were Steve’s words.

Being the mother of my two boys, I immediately knew one of them had something to do with this! Someone had turned off the freezer! Steve and I were utterly embarrassed that neither one of us thought to check to see if the freezer was shut off, “Who would do such a thing?”

After writing a check to Carl for the service call, he went on his way with a good story to tell his family I’m sure!! I couldn’t wait to speak to the boys when they got off the bus!!

When Sam and Zachary arrived home I asked them to go stand in front of the freezer. I opened it up and showed them the dial which turns the system on. “Did someone touch this dial?”. Zachary’s arm shot right up like he was in a classroom and said “Yes, that would be me!”

When situations like this happen in life it can ruin the day. Yes, it was annoying, but I chose to be thankful for a husband that came and helped me manage it all, and having neighbors to chip in and let us crowd their freezer! We all had a laugh and learned a good lesson. If the freezer isn’t working, check the dial to make sure one of the boys didn’t turn it off while getting a Klondike Bar!!

“Let us think about each other and help each other to show love and do good deeds”. Hebrews 10:24

Blessings,

Debbie

Now What Do I Do?

For someone who does not watch more then @ five minutes of TV a day to get the local weather, this gal has been TV binging for the last month! First it was the Olympics. My kids and I watched most nights sometimes staying up until midnight! We cheered our hearts out for the USA!! Since all three kids were on the swim team this year, the swimming was so exciting for us to watch, and Michael Phelps was amazing!! Hearing Michael’s story told by his mom was precious, as I have a son much like Michael in his personality.

There were some sports we enjoyed more then others, but one thing is for sure….. those athletes rocked, and we were so proud of our country!!!!! Every night my six year old would say to me “Mommy, tell me who we are routing for!”

After the Olympics came tennis. During the US Open every year I tell my family “This is all about me for two weeks!” I watch as much tennis as I can, especially at night. Most nights everyone sits and watches with me. I think they all get a kick out of how pumped up I get over the game! Earlier this week was the women’s finals, and what a show Serena Williams provided for the fans of New York! One of the best matches I have ever seen. Serena has winning skills like no one else. Finally, Federer took the men’s championship, of course. The match was predictable, and….good for Roger!

So, now what do I do? The olympics are over, tennis is over, and I’m in the habit of staying up late and watching TV! Thank goodness Sarah Palin has come along, now I can follow that amazing woman!

In reality, I need to buckle down and start reading more and working on a fall Bible study. Although I will miss the summer fun, my soul needs nourishing and now is a good time to get started!

“Your word is a lamp to my feet and a light to my path”. Psalm 119:105

Sweet dreams and blessings,

Debbie

"A Boy's Best Bird"

Most people talk abut a “Man’s Best Friend”, the dog, but it really should be called “Women’s Best friend”, don’t you think? After all, it’s us gals that really take the brunt of responsibility when it comes to our beloved pets. Sure, my dog is cute, but I don’t need another “Best Friend”!

Sam worked long and hard over the summer being tutored to keep him academically strong for the start of second grade. We talked about a special reward at the end of the summer after he concluded all the hours of reading and writing. All Sam wanted was a bird to take care of and be “his best friend”.

Sam struggles sometimes with social skills and can be rough with kids his own age, not intentional of course, Sam has the biggest heart. Children his age don’t always see how special Sam is.

A few years ago one of our much loved babysitters brought her new baby for us to meet. She lovingly placed the tiny baby in Sam’s arms (sitting down of course!). We were all blown away to see my high energy, impulsive boy behave so responsibly, lovingly, and tenderly toward this baby. From then on Sam has always been so sweet with little babies and pets (I wish I could say the same for my six year old!)

I was not anxious to acquire another pet in my family, but I knew this was a good step for Sam.

Three weeks ago Charlie the Parakeet came home to live with us (we don’t really know if he is a boy or girl, how do you tell?). He was a gift from Sam’s tutor, my mom. Watching my son take care of this bird is just precious. Yes, of course the first few days he got out of his cage and was flying all over the house with me screaming “This is not acceptable, I knew this would happen!!” Recently I walked into Sam’s room and saw him sitting on his bed with Charlie in his cage on the bed playing the guitar. Now, Sam does not know how to play the guitar but he played with all his heart to bless his best friend Charlie.

On the way out to school the other day Sam requested, “Mom please spend time with Charlie today, he’ll miss me.” The good mom I try to be, there I was chirping upstairs in Sam’s room at Charlie with the dog looking up at me as if he was saying “What in the world are you doing?”

Ah, the things we do for our children, and yes, for our pets too.

Sweet dreams and blessings,

Debbie

My Baby Is Growing Up!

This week I have been trying to remember not to forget Zachary’s birthday. For some reason I can rattle off Emeline and Sam’s birthday, but when I am asked Zachary’s birth date there is always a pause…….9-6-01!! (oooops, I mean 02!!)

Having three babies in three years was not an easy task.

I lived most of my life single and a career woman, getting married in my late thirties. After several miscarriages we had Emeline. Less then a year later we were surprised to find out that we were having our second child (Sam). Not really sure whether we were done and me feeling like my biological clock was ticking away, we decided to try for one more. I had a cut off time for how long I wanted to try and prayed for God to answer that question based on my cut off date (I know, pretty bold of me). The cut off date came and went and I wasn’t pregnant. It was a New Year’s Day (in the shower) that I resolved my life to being o.k. with two children. I thanked God for Emeline and Sam and I was ready to settle into being happy with and blessed to have just them. God had different plans!

My calculations were wrong. After a positive pregnancy test and rushing to the doctor’s office to be monitored for my “high risk” miscarriage status, I said out loud to all the nurses, “I have no idea how this happened, I’m not supposed to be pregnant!!” I can only imagine how ridiculous I must have sounded.

Nine months later and six years ago today Zachary came into the world, my third child. While I was pregnant I was sure I was having a girl, after all, the Lord knew I would be a better girl’s mom then a boy’s mom. Again, God had different plans.

I have not recovered jumping from child #2 to child #3. I’ve read and heard several accounts of families having numerous children yet it was the jump from #2 to #3 that was the most difficult, especially when having them so close to each other.

I stand in awe of women with three or more children that seem to have survived this phase in life. God has been so good to have blessed me with several dear friends who have high energy children, especially boys! There’s a certain bond I feel with women who “get” the boy thing. One thing is for sure, laughter is absolute key to our sanity!! None of these women act like they have it all together, WE KNOW WE DON’T!! We’re just thankful to get from one day to the next with God’s grace and wisdom!!

Sometimes I think back to my talk with God and being settled with two children. Gosh, I can’t imagine my life without Zachary, he has been such a blessing in our lives. He’s quite a character and raises many eye brows, but I’m use to that by now having two other imperfect children. We pray as Zachary grows and matures he will see a need for Jesus in his life. If he can grasp that…..he’ll be just fine.

"Train up a child in the way he should go: and when he is old, he will not depart from it.: Prverbs 22:6

Happy Birthday Zachary!! We love you so much!!!

Blessings,

Debbie

Follow The Bus

Many years ago I attended a home bible study with mostly married people. I was single and traveling with my job, marriage and a family was no where in sight for me. One of the women with younger children at the time told me every year on the first day of school she follows the bus after her kids get on, all the way to school. That sounded like one of the funniest things I had ever heard. I couldn’t believe someone would do that!

All these years later, now having three young children I follow the bus to school on the first day!! People laugh when I tell them what I do but I’m happy to know how safe the driver appears, and how well the children seem to behave.

Having my two boys on the bus keeps me reserved thinking they’ll ride all year long. Keeping their hands to themselves is not something they do well. Wrestling has become their favorite sport when they’re together. Sure, I tried to put the fear of God in them, telling them there is a “no touch” rule on the bus and they must both sit behind the driver in separate seats. If they choose to fight on the bus, they will regret making that decision when they come home!

This is the first year all three kids are on the bus, and I love the thought of not having to run back and forth to school. My heart is a little sad with the start of school, we had such an awesome summer together. I was rarely without at least one or two of them all summer long, I’m missing them already!! Right now my companions are the dog (ICE) and the parakeet (Charlie).

Taking the bus for my kids is an act of independence. They know I will gladly drive them to school but I think in their own way they know much about life and how to get along can be learned on the bus. We’ve had our share of “issues”, but we handle each situation as a teaching tool and of course, pull them off the bus if they can’t behave themselves!!

I can’t wait until Bob (the bus driver) returns them home safely so I can kiss their cute little faces!!

Happy back to school week!!!

Blessings,

Debbie

A Sweet Time Of Fellowship

Steve announced on Thursday before Labor Day he wanted to go away. I just returned home from a long trip from one shining sea to the other with the kids and was not looking forward to pack everyone up again! Since my husband has been working until midnight most nights for the last four months I knew this was important for him to spend time with the family.

Steve rented a little house up the mountains that had room for friends to come so we invited dear friends of ours hoping the day’s notice wouldn’t be a problem!! When they couldn’t swing the trip we decided to go just our family. All I was secretly hoping for was to not cook, and be able to watch the US Open!!

When we arrived at our destination in the mountains, I tried hard not to “bee line” it to the TV to see if the Open was on. IT WAS NOT! I decided I would not die without seeing tennis over the weekend. Instead we all started to play cards. “Spit”, “Trash”, and “Go Fish” were words used often over the course of the weekend. It was hard to understand why Emeline and Steve won most of the time and the boys and I lost most of the time!

The best part of the weekend was the sweet fellowship with Steve. Sure the kids were crazy and the boys are into wrestling all the time but in the midst of the utter chaos we were able to talk, discuss, and pray about the challenges that lie ahead for us over the next year. Spending time reading the bible and praying gave us both a sense of security to know we are in this thing called life together with a God who is faithful and still very good. Sometimes we can’t trace His hand, but we can trust His heart.

“Oh taste and see that the Lord is good. Blessed is the man who trusts in Him” Psalm 34:8

Thank you to all our friends and family who love us, and pray for us. We are eternally grateful!!

Blessings,

Debbie

Staying Inside The Wake

My first sport ever was water skiing. At age five (maybe four) I tried and got up on two skis. Back then, that was the only water sport you could do behind a boat. A few years later I mastered a slalom ski and enjoyed cutting in and out of the wake, determined to show my brother up!

Today there are so many floating devices for boats to pull, from wake boards, surf boards, to banana boats, and now there is a “kite like” thing that can actually lift you in the air!!

Emeline has taken to water sports like her mama, we have even skied together at the same time, one my favorite things to do with my own mother when I was a little girl.

Recently I was elected the “watcher” on the boat to cheer on the next generation of water skiers, surfers, wake boarders, and fliers!! It was Emeline's turn and she decided to do the wake board. The board positions you sideways and wants you to ride the wake. As the boat pulled Emeline out of the water, she popped out sideways, and sure enough the board wanted to go out of the wake. I could immediately tell she did not want to do that and fought to stay behind the boat inside the wake where the water was calmer. Unfortunately the board won and took her flying outside the wake where it was much rougher and harder to control her balance.

As I watched Emeline fight to hang in there outside the wake with lots of waves, I thought how the boat represents God and we represent the skier or boarder. Staying behind the boat and allowing it to “cut” the waves makes skiing much easier. Allowing God to carry our burdens for us and direct our path in life makes our journey much smoother and peaceful.

Emeline’s favorite verse helps her at night along with praying when she is afraid. She memorizes it and recites it often. I pray she will always seek God for help in times of trouble, and allow Jesus to “cut” the waves of life for her.

“I will sleep in peace, for You alone oh Lord make me dwell in safety”. Psalm 4:8

Sweet dreams and blessings,

Debbie

Last summer "Hoo-Rah" for the Summer gang!

With an abundance of Southwest frequent flier tickets, Steve graciously agreed to let the kids and I take a multi-city trip with three connecting stops in Chicago!! First we went to Oregon to visit a dear friend, then Indiana to visit cousins.

I’m convinced I was born and raised to travel, it’s in my blood! Traveling for business was easy for me and afforded me the privilege to see many of the states as well as Europe. As a business woman I boarded a plane wearing a typical black suit with a newspaper and cup of coffee in my hand.

Traveling with kids is much different. I spent days thinking, preparing and brain storming how to entertain three high energy kids flying across the country with three two hour stops in Chicago!! I had every electronic piece of equipment charged and ready to go. Every time we stopped in Chicago we ran for all the outlets we could find to recharge our entertainment devices! I also brought reading books, activity books and puzzles. Since the airlines did away with serving food I had a cooler of snacks and sandwiches to keep all the bellies full until we got to our destination! While in Chicago we found the McDonald’s. By our third visit they knew and recognized our patronage.

I knew traveling on six airplanes in eight days could have thrown me right over the edge. Looking back I think there were a few angels God provided along the way. Whether it was a grandma sitting next to Sam commenting how utterly charming he was, or a teenager from Bend Oregon starting off in the window seat (from Chicago) and switching to the middle seat to have my boys on either side of her so she could talk to them, I knew God was watching over us and going before us. Many came up to me (especially in Chicago!) to tell me how well behaved my children are (IMAGINE THAT!!). I was proud of them all.

Our trip was filled with many memories. Portland Oregon is beautiful and majestic with the mountains. Climbing in and around water falls was breath taking. Zachary will not forget the day he helped rescue a dog missing for days stuck in a stream. Sam enjoyed meeting all the dogs in the neighborhood and their owners at the park each day. Emeline picked blackberries and learned how to make a pie with my friend Bridget. Stopping in Indiana on the way home for a few days to visit the cousins was, as usual a blast. My parents met us there as well. Going to the lake house is like a little Disney World for the kids. My boys love to ride the quads and motorcycles while Emeline is all about the water sports.

The best part of the trip was being with friends and family we love so dearly. Sure, we did a lot fun things but it is the love and acceptance of my gang that means more to me then the place and activities.

After eight days we were ready to come home. Like Emeline says, “Being away is so much fun, but home is the number one place to be!”

To Bridget, my sister, and all the angels along the way – THANK YOU and WE LOVE YOU! You made our last Hoo-Rah a BLAST!!!!

Blessings,

Debbie