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2010, Picture Recap!

The last few days of 2010 are upon us.

I am, like most people, reflecting.

It is hard to remember everything that has happened and I am so thankful for this blog,

As it offers me  a place to recount the everyday happenings of our life.

What a blessing!

While 2010 offered answers and relief to my back pain, it also brought other significant changes.

Noah got stitches.

We built snowmen.

Noah turned 5!

We had our first sleepover.

Grandma/Grandpa Weller and Aunt Jen gave the boys a swingset for their birthdays!

Collin turned 4.

 

Surgery.

Recovery.

We played together.

The boys grew closer.

We went to Kings Island.

We celebrated Mom and Dad’s 35th wedding anniversary!

Aaron won Beef Jerky!

(from domesticdebacle.com)

I went to Norris Lake with my dear friends!

The boys LOVED VBS.

(My Uncle Bruce was the local law, dad just played dress up!)

Noah road his bike w/o training wheels.

Kindergarten and Pre K.

We went to the Old West Festival.

Aaron almost won 2 Harleys.

We went to Gatlinburg with Grandma and Grandpa.

Aaron and I celebrated 10 years of wedded bliss.

We laughed!

I won $2000 to a local jewelery store!

(Sorry would be robbers, I purchased Christmas gifts w/ this and didn’t keep any of it.)

I went to Oklahoma for a dear friends wedding!

We Celebrated Jesus’ birthday!

Wow, what a year!

I hope you have had a wonderful 2010 too!

Cheers!

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Hello Nostalgia…. My Name Is Becky

From 3 weeks old until Junior high

I lived in a black, 2-bedroom house.

The first  floor was divided with

1/2 Living room

1/4 Dining room

and 1/4 kitchen.

The basement could be accessed from the kitchen.

Between the kitchen and living room was a staircase.

My sister and I used to try to jump from the landing down all 14 steps.

We accomplished this task a couple of times.

On the west wall of the landing lived the laundry shoot.

I don’t know how many times I thought about sliding down the shoot.

Thank goodness I never tried it.

Once at the top of the remaining 5 steps, you were greeted by a hallway.

At the end of the hall were 3 rooms.

To the left, the bathroom.

Straight ahead, the room my sister and I shared.

To the right, mom and dad’s room.

My mom was a nurse (still is as a matter of fact).

My dad worked for the city we lived in (I still live in that city).

One block west of our house lived my dad’s parents.

2 1/2 blocks east of our house lived my mom’s mom and her grandmother.

I loved having my grandmas and grandpa so close.

I remember running away from home

A LOT as a child.

I wouldn’t go far, just to one of my grandparents houses.

Did I fail to mention that I was a bit dramatic as a child?

Lately I have been feeling nostalgic.

VERY nostalgic.

I imagine this is prompted by entering the new season of life with the boys both in school now.

Not only do I want to capture every moment of this season in my heart and mind,

I want the boys to look back fondly on this time.

I long for them to cherish the memories of their childhood.

This leads me to a grateful heart, bursting with thankfulness.

I am so thankful for a loving marriage.

I am thankful they do not need to worry about Mommy and Daddy leaving each other,

Or them.

The gift of a healthy, loving marriage is as much a blessing to me as it is to my boys.

I am thankful for the gift of being able to stay at home and care for them.

There is not a day that goes by that I am not thankful for that gift.

And every morning when I open that gift

I smile.

Even the days that are

Bad.

Hard.

Hellish.

LONG.

I cherish them.

It is amazing to me.

To God be the glory.

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Childlike Faith

Childlike faith.

Simple.

True.

Beautiful.

Blessed.

Confident.

One of the beautiful gifts of childhood is simple faith.

After breakfast, prepared by  my wonderful hubby, yesterday

I left the table and my 3 guys to ice my sore back and recline while they finished eating.

Aaron asked the boys to say their memory verses,

the ones they are learning for church.

John 3:16-17

“16 For God so loved the world that He gave His one and only Son

That whoever believes in Him

Shall not perish, but have eternal life.

17 For God did not send His Son into the world to condemn the world,

But to save the world through Him.”

They finished verse 16 and Aaron began asking questions.

Great questions.

They discussed the verse for a while.

When they were done,

Collin looked up from his nearly licked clean plate of french toast

And said, “Dod is MY Dod”

*Note: Collin can’t say hard G or hard C sounds yet.*

I chimed in and asked him why God was his God??

He simply said,

“Betause I love Him.”

Guess what, he is right.

It is that simple.

At four years old, he is able to understand  the basic foundation of a walk with Christ.

Faith.

Loving God.

Amen.

Sometimes it is so hard to remember it is really that simple.

Loving God because He first loved us.

Trusting what He says is truth.

Childlike faith.

Pure and simple.

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Meet Grandma Wilma

I have told you about my Walker named Wilma, but not about the woman for which she was named.

Well, without further delay, grab a shot of Bailey’s and enjoy.

My mom’s mom was not you typical mother or grandmother.

Wilma Bell Hensler was born on November 16, 1921 in West Virginia and the only girl out of 4 children.

She was quite the tomboy growing up and loved her beloved Cincinnati Reds until the day she died.

When she was ready to move out and start life on her own, she boarded a bus, and moved to Dayton, Oh.

It was quite a bold move for her, but she she wanted to live in the “big city”.

Apparently “Big” is relative.

She worked as a legal secretary and did well for herself.

She married my grandpa and they had my mom when she was 35.

My mom is the only child she would ever have.

She adored my mother, but could never really tell her.

She wasn’t one to freely share how much she loved or appreciated you to your face.

However, if she didn’t like you, she had no problem telling you.

Love was not easy for her.

Her 2 failed marriages added to her struggle.

Her first marriage ended bad.

As in my grandpa was married to another woman at the same time.

Umm, yea, that’s a deal breaker.

Her second husband was a self proclaimed “Male Witch”.

Yep, Grandma sure knew how to pick em.

Now that you know about her I will share with you some of the things she did.

I promise, everything you are about to read is true.

She named my mom Christina Sue in case she wanted to be a stripper she could go by Tina Sue.

She used to be a piano bar singer.

When I was about 5 years old I remember her flipping me off from across the room, because she knew I could do nothing about it.

When I was about 9 she taught me to play domino’s and we would play together and do shots of Bailey’s.

YES  – 9 years old!

She had a GIANT poster of Tom Selleck on her bedroom door.

She loved her some Magnum PI!!

She had a sign hanging in her car window that read “Sexy Senior Citizen”.

She colored on eye brows on with a number 2 pencil.

She wore bright blue eyeshadow and hot pink lipstick.

After reading all of these things you are probably thinking, YIKES!!!

Don’t be too quick to judge.

Here is what you don’t know.

She let us sleep over whenever we wanted to.

She let us have whatever we asked for.

She spoiled us rotten.

She came to every Grandparents day festivity our school offered.

She was funny.

She picked us up from school every day for years and stayed with us until Mom or Dad got home from work.

She was wounded.

She thought my mom was the second coming and could do no wrong.

She thought my sister was brilliant.

She thought I was just like my mom.

When I grew from teenager to adult we became friends.

I learned to appreciate my quirky grandma.

I loved going to her house and cooking and cleaning for her.

I loved visiting her at the nursing home.

I am so thankful that I was able to sit at her bedsidewhenshe was unconscious before she died.

She died about 1 month after my miscarriage.

I miss her.

I wish she could have met her grandson’s.

I wish she could see the kind of mother I am, good or bad.

If you are blessed enough to still have your grandma (or grandpa) take  a minute to thank them.

Love them.

Hug and kiss them.

Spend time with them.

Cherish them.

Regardless of all of her untraditional characteristics, I would not change a thing about her.

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Today was bliss

Today was bliss.

Pure bliss.

My boys and I were alone together.

It was heavenly.

Our trio shared many kisses, snuggles and grins.

There were giggles and jokes.

It was perfect…

Until this afternoon.

We went outside so the boys could eat the ice cream cones I had scooped for them.

I was clearing the grass of doggie poo when something went wrong.

I stepped onto my left foot, the numb one, and it was super weak and I fell.

Thankfully I only fell to my knee’s onto the grass that had been watered by the kids sprinkler jumping yesterday.

I am fine.

It took me a moment to realize that I wasn’t hurt, but in that moment Noah broke down.

He cried HARD!

He was worried that I would “go away again”.

Did you hear that?

It is the sound of this Mama’s heart breaking when he said that.

We spent the afternoon in the living room reading, playing and  snuggling again.

Then Noah busted his lip.

He was brave.

He cleaned it up all by himself.

Then Daddy got home and we had one more special moment I will share with you.

Noah looked up from the dinner table at his Daddy and said,

“I missed you Daddy”

Followed by a big hug, kiss and a follow-up hug.

We just finished a nice family walk and Aaron is bathing the boys.

Even though we had to sand off the rough edges of today

Overall, it was pure bliss.

We are greatly blessed and I  am working hard not to take it for granted!

**I am honestly fine from my fall.**

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Happy Easter!!


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Picture post!!

Christmas 2009…














I hope your Christmas was as Merry as ours!!

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