Just a BELLY LAUGH

There are some moments that just take my breath away - this is one of them. 

Sunday Fun

Boy,  I wish I could still sit like this!   I LOVE YOU JASEY!

  You love the ELMO WANTS TO BE A CHICKEN song and here you are with your hands in your armpits, flapping away.

You never cease to amaze me - you have many faces and you are a most curious little girl.    You go to church with us most Sundays and so you are always having fun before we get ready. 

Thinking about Jasey's First Home

It dawned on me one day that there would come a time when Jasey will become curious about where she lived at birth and try to visualize  what her early days must have been like.  I rode by that house and made a picture - which I will post later.  This is the house that she lived in with her mommy and daddy the first months of her life - until the world shifted and the family that should have been, ceased to be.  At 59, alot of water has traveled under my bridge - there are many decisions we make in our younger days that impact those we love for the rest of their lives.  It saddens me, that vows made before God, friends and family are tossed aside so quickly; but the little lives are left to figure out for themselves, where their self worth might lie, is what saddens me even more.  Jasey - you are so loved.  Don't ever doubt that.
Here's your first house on Meadowbrook Drive in Burlington, NC - a brick ranch.  In this photo, we are walking to the mailbox on Banks Street.

Pizza Please

I can smell it, but can't quite see it.  Come on Paw Paw Mark, please!

As life would have it, we are fortunate to be able to spend time with Jasey - and she enjoys her visits with us just as much as we do with her.  She is very curious about food.  Check these out.    As of this writing she is officially 15 months and 3 days old.  I can't describe just how much joy she has brought into our lives.  Things have been really rough - and we have learned to let go and trust that God will provide for our needs. As adults, we are but a total of our life's experiences, and maybe if we don't ever know different, we can't be called out for our shortcomings...but  I will never understand how it is that people do not fall so madly in love with their own flesh and blood that, hell or high waters could not keep them away; yet it happens.  We are all doing the very best that we know to do in our heart or hearts.  I am thankful that I had two wonderfully  supportive parents!