Seriously So Cute

So I have an aunt with twins who are about 10 weeks old... ish. I tended them one time. It worked out well because Mikenna held one and I held the other. The problem of sharing arose when Savannah came home from school. I quickly realized I will have very little face time with "baby sister" in the house.

A few Sundays ago, Mikenna had one twin and I had the other at my moms and I made the comment that I spose I needed two babies because one wouldn't be enough for sharing. Well after I voiced this observation, Mikenna quickly said, "Mommy, we have two babies, baby sister and baby Daxton."

Oh my sweet little angel. (All of them)

Not such a good combination.... well maybe. And lucky for me, I seem to be suffering from both. It will likely catch up to me though, going to bed at 2am and rising in the morning with the girls. Again, lucky for me, we have gates up (a whole other post) to keep my Savannah safe and the girls will just play until we wake up, well sort of.

Anyhow. I seriously suffer from MAJOR insomnia when I am not pregnant, which makes for a good combo because I work nights and sleep during the day and need very little sleep compared to most to function. Nesting? Well I am not really sure what defines it, because I always feel like I need to scrub the bugs and germs (the nurse in me) out of my house and well being pregnant is no different.

EXCEPT. I have been going where I haven't been for a REALLY REALLY REALLY long time. You know "the drawer(s)" or the "closet" or the "room" or the "cabinet" that you tuck stuff away in so people think your house isn't cluttered, but really you are just REALLY good at hiding all the junk that comes your way by banishing it to these unscene places? I have been going there. OH my goodness. Sorting through mounds of toys, loads of garbage bags, scrubbing places in my house I didn't even know existed, rearranging furniture and so many other things I shouldn't be doing.... all at 1am in the morning.

But hey that is when it is quiet! One might think, why don't you sit and read a book or watch TV? Oh sister friend, wouldn't I love to be free of this neurosis I have with a clean and organized house. Too bad so sad, it is in the blood. I have been through the living room (VERY EASY), the kitchen, well the pantry looks like crap but that is a whole other week project, and I do have one more cupboard to go through, but seriously? It is like the devil in there. SO MUCH CRAP!!! Been through the family room, put up all the decor mom bought me for Christmas (THANKS MOM), and well now I just have like 10 rooms left!!! Will keep yall posted on the success of said cleansing.

Typically I have a house cleaner, yes it is a luxury I enjoy. I will give up just about anything for her. She doesn't come super often, but often enough I just have to wipe stuff down and lightly sweep before she comes again. But no one cleans your house like you do.... and seriously? My middle name is side track. Queen of walking into a room with every intention of doing one thing and totally completing another and another and another. Pretty soon I am out of time and forgot what I was trying to do in the first place. Which is why a house cleaner is SO nice. They don't get side tracked in your clutter. You pick it up before they come, they clean, and you make a mess of it when you get home :)

Alas, it is 1am in the morning and I should get some sleep. Although it is REALLY over rated in my book and I still have a little bit of energy to scrub bathrooms. Who knows what tomorrow will bring. I guess mounds of laundry and bathrooms are a good place to start. Sure wish I had a good book to read instead as an excuse to just lay around and grow a baby :) LOL. If you have any suggestions of good books, I am all ears.

Good night for now.

Hi my little precious angel boy. This Christmas was just not the same without you. I put up the trees and had anticipated you pulling off all the ornaments or putting the lights in your mouth or unwrapping all the presents because you thought it was fun to play with paper or you running around with cookies and treats in your mouth and getting sticky hands. But alas, that was not the case.

On Christmas Eve, I woke up and began organizing my closets, drawers, moving furniture, and cleaning the house of all the clutter. In the midst of all that, I heard "Angel Eyes" the song Lyndy wrote and I walked out to see what was going on. Daddy had turned on the video of the pics he put together with the song. I sat down with the girls and began wiping the snot and tears with my sleeves. It was all I could do not to completely lose it when Mikenna looked at me with concerned eyes and said, "Mommy, I really want Daxton to come home." My reply, "Me too baby, me too."

I think it was emotional day for your big sister as well. They were watching Air Bud the puppy movie and I walked into the room and Mikenna was wiping her eyes when the boy was telling Air Bud to go away, because he didn't want him to go back to his mean owner. My heart hurt for her.

Later on, we went to the cemetery. They were able to get your bench done on the Monday before Christmas. It was all installed and everything. Your picture looks so great. I can really hardly stand to see it. It just seems so final. I can't really fathom that your little body is buried underneath all the dirt and granite. How sad it is. Oh so very sad. We spent a few minutes there with all your aunts and uncles and took a silver Christmas tree (I had to beg the cashier at the store to give me the floor model). We had chosen a blue stocking to put on it, along with a snowman Mikenna chose at the store. We took pictures of the girls sitting on the bench and then we left. Sorry, I didn't feel much like singing, but in my heart I was singing for you. I hope that you heard me.

We then went to the temple to see the lights and it was so different walking around. Last year I held you in my arms and worried that you would be cold. I saw a friend who had her baby in a sling, just like I held you last year. My arms were a bit empty. I missed you. I know you are in a better place, but what can be better than in my arms or with daddy, Savannah, and Mikenna who all love you and miss you so much. After that we went to grandma's to open pajamas. I had actually bought you some footies awhile back. I will have to find someone who could use them.... the girls had fun opening their presents. I couldn't help but think of how much fun you would have had tearing open the paper. This year you would have been old enough to kind of appreciate it... ish.

As we were sitting there, I had a thought come to me that I am glad for what I have, for those around me that are with me and for the girls whom I get to raise. An overwhelming love and appreciation for your sisters swelled within my heart. Losing you has been so hard, but I have really developed a deeper love for the girls and also for you. Not that I didn't appreciate them when you were with me, but I surely wouldn't have experienced this type of love if I hadn't lost you. I don't know if that makes sense. When I think of you being gone, it just doesn't make sense sometimes. It all seems like a dream at times.... a very very bad dream.

On Christmas the girls woke up and we "opened the gates" and let them out. We sang our song and went into the tree after waiting for grandma, grandpa, and your aunts and uncles to come watch them open them. Then off to grandmas and grandpas for breakfast and more presents. YEAH!!! We love opening more presents.

We are now at the cabin. All 4 of us crammed into one room. We are just missing a playpen with you in it. I feel your loss this season, but I think it isn't any more than I feel the loss at other times. I guess I am on a slew of "good days" just waiting for the ax to fall and me to crumble. But for now I am grateful I didn't have to endure the holiday on a series of bad days.

I am grateful for the birth of my Savior. I am grateful you are in His presence this season. This is the first of many Christmases without you and I can't even fathom it, but it is also the first of many Christmases you will spend in the presence of Jesus. I miss you little man. More than my heart can bare most days, but I know you are safe. I feel you with me when I am in my darkest hours. Thank you for taking some of the pain away when I am at my worst. I wish you were here with me. I think I will always have that little hole in my heart.

For our gifts to you this year, I had an angel stocking made for you and we all put something in it that we wanted to do to be better people. It could be anything. I wanted us to set a goal that would get us closer to you so that we might be able to raise you someday and be worthy of you. I love you my son. Continue to watch over us.

I saw this on one of my good friend's blog who lost her little girl around the same time as Daxton passed away and I had to use it for my post tonight. My heart is heavy and I just pray to make it through the rest of the holiday. MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL!!!!

My First Christmas With Jesus

I see the countless Christmas trees around the world below
With tiny lights, like Heaven's stars, reflecting on the snow.
The sight is so spectacular, please wipe away the tear
For I am spending Christmas with Jesus Christ this year.

I hear the many Christmas songs that people hold so dear
But the sounds of music can't compare with the
Christmas choir up here.
I have no words to tell you, the joy their voices bring,
For it is beyond description, to hear the angels sing.

I know how much you miss me, I see the pain inside
your heart.But I am not so far away, We really aren't apart.
So be happy for me, dear ones, You know I hold you dear.
And be glad I'm spending Christmas with Jesus Christ this year.

I sent you each a special gift, from my heavenly home above.
I sent you each a memory of my undying love. After all, love
is a gift more precious than pure gold.It was always most
important in the stories Jesus told. Please love and keep
each other, as my Father said to do.
For I can't count the blessing or love He has for each of you.

So have a Merry Christmas and wipe away that tear.
Remember, I am spending Christmas with Jesus Christ this year.

WOW!!! I admire anyone the mother of multiples. I had my aunts two twins (that is what the girls call them) on Wednesday and we had so much fun. From one to the other back to the other I went. There wasn't time for eating, sleeping, chores, or peeing!!!! Seriously. I don't know how she does it.

Anyone can suggest to you how to be a mother of twins, but until you have really sunk your teeth into it (which I nowhere near did), well you just don't understand. I take back all the "suggestions" I gave. Taking care of two babies or twins in the hospital setting is SO much different!!!! For one thing when they are your own, well you just love them more (I know it sounds bad. I love my patients, but come on, its family :)). Maybe I should rephrase, you can love ON them more, kisses, snuggles, all things NOT allowed in the NICU, for obvious germy reasons.

Anyhow, Lilly and Layla were PERFECT. I got a few great pics, but I need to download them to my computer and then get permission from mom to post them. I did find the secret to multiples, just in case you would all like to know........ A FIVE YEAR OLD!!!! They are perfect. They have nothing "better" to do than run around and get you stuff or hold the baby, or feed the baby. Too much older and they lost interest, but a 5 year old. Is perfect.

Mikenna sat on the couch the majority of the day, holding "her" baby Layla and watching TV. She kept saying that her arm was tired, but she wasn't ready to put her down, this is after an hour and a half mind you. She was cracking me up. And then there is Savannah, who LOVES to hold them and keep them awake by singing "Twinkle Twinkle" at the top of her lungs and repositioning them every 5 seconds. Oh and she LOVES LOVES LOVES to change their diapers. Gets a real kick out of that one.

So a shout out to the mothers of multiples, I really thought that I wanted twins, not to say I don't still. I just got a little inkling of the day in the life of a mother of multiples. You get absolutely the essentials done, feeding, changing, and feeding, changing, and feeding, changing (not you silly, the babies) Good luck taking a shower, folding laundry, or getting any sort of cooking or cleaning done. LOL!!!!

On a side note, I got a taste of what it will be like when we have a new baby sister in our family. She won't really be mine. We are all actually VERY baby hungry. I don't know how much I will want to share. We know it will be different from Daxton and we wish it were him, but as it is, we will have a new one and she will bring a new joy into our home. Mikenna, I believe will monopolize the baby while she is home, but if her arms are as empty as mine right now, then let them be filled with a baby sister. :) For now we will just snuggle the twins and get our baby fixes from them.

Today is my favorite husband's birthday (I don't really like my other ones too much :) LOL) and I just wanted to give a shout out to how wonderful he is.

From the day that I saw him walk in from Jack Weyland's class at BYU, I knew that he was the one. It was actually pretty crazy. I always told my roommates when I saw a cute boy that he was my future husband, but it wasn't really true until I met Doug. He walked in and I just had this feeling come over me.... I just needed to convince him I was the one, and that took some coaxing :).

With a few trips to his home in Victor Idaho and a few trips to AZ with the promise of seeing the Grand Canyon, I had him hooked with my dashing personality and witty sense of humor.... Well he had ME smitten anyway. I remember the giddiness I felt whenever he was around. Those were the days :). Now the deep and enduring love and friendship we share that is truly what gets me through the day. Without him? Well I just might as well give up.

Whenever we have an ultrasound of our kids he is always right there. He thinks it is so cool to see a new life growing inside. He loves each of our children, especially now that the girls are so much fun. I remember not to long ago he said that he couldn't wait until Daxton got bigger so that he could play with him. That will have to wait, but we have another on the way (a girl) that he will be able to play with soon enough.

I am grateful that he takes the time to take me out on dates. That he spends time with the girls doing puzzles and giving them horsey rides. I am grateful that he does laundry, dishes, and takes the garbage out. He has helped me down many roads that I never thought we would have to go. He holds me when I cry and wet his pillow (no sense in getting mine all boogery). He is a great husband and Father. He is my best friend.

Happy Birthday Doug!!!!

Chocolate. Seriously. Need I say anything else? NO. Chocolate cures EVERYTHING. Well most everything.

Well I finally did it. I didn't want to but I did it. I put up my trees. I put up my nativity sets. I put up lights and garland. I thought that maybe if I didn't do all that that Christmas would just go away.... oh yes and I am DONE shopping. Well at least with all that is on my list. Now there is other stuff not so much on my list that I could potentially get.... shhhhhh don't tell Doug :).

Anyway, I put up the tree in my living room, you know, the one that is supposed to be really nice with all the pretty ornaments and people walk into your house and say, "Wow, what a beautiful tree." I don't know if that is how it turned out, but if you come to my house, humor me :).

I have set up another tree that I am going to put pictures on of the kids. My sister made ornaments of their pics, so it should turn out nice. I am also going to put blue ornaments on it, in remembrance of Daxton's blue eyes.... so if any of you feel so inclined and you are out and see a blue ornament that reminds you of Daxton or his memory or this blog, I would love to add it to my collection. Just email me privately. You can access my email from my profile page, and I will send you the address to mail the ornaments to. This will be a way to make the holidays just a little bit easier, well that is relative :)

Putting up the nativities wasn't such the chore I thought it was going to be. I just did one (I know, I am lazy) but I also have nativity snow globes throughout the house. Yes I know I will need to take pictures. Will post them soon!!!! loves to all.

I received this beautiful poem in the mail, just a day after my 6 month mark.

It is called "The White Rose"

All the earth's mothers were gathered together at God's garden of flowers. Those beautiful budding spirits, who would someday come to earth, were nurtured and tended in the garden. A loving Father spoke to the mother: "See the works of My hands, someday you will be the mothers to these radiant spirits."

The garden glowed with the mixture of all kinds and colors. "Choose ye," He said. Now in the east corner of the garden pure white roses stood as sentinels. They were not as colorful as the rest, but glowed with a kind of purity which set them apart. One by one the mothers stepped forward. "I want the blue-eyed, brown haired boy, full of life and love who would someday be a prince in a grand country."

The garden buzzed with excitement as the others chose their own special spirits, those whom they would soon welcome into the warmth and love of earthly home.

Once again the loving Father spoke, "But who will take the white roses, the ones in the east corner of the garden? These will return to me in purity and goodness, they will not stay long in your home, for I must bring them back to my Garden for they belong to me, but they will gain bodies as was planned. you will miss them and long for them, but I will personally care for them."

"No, not I," many said in unison. "I could not bear to give one back so soon." "Nor I," said the others, "We will take those who will remain and grow to maturity and live long lives."

The loving Father looked out across the multitude of mothers with a longing in His eyes for someone to step forward. Silence. Then He said, "See the most pure and perfect of all the white ones? I chose Him. He will go down and be a sacrifice for all mankind. He will be scorned, mocked and crucified. He is mine own. Will not anyone choose like unto Him?"

A few mothers stepped forward. "Yes, Lord, I will." Then another, " I as well," "Yes, Lord we will." Soon all the pure white roses were taken and they rejoiced in the choices of the mothers. The Father spoke again, "Oh, how blessed are you who chose the white roses, for your pain will be a heavy cross to bear, but your joy will be exceeding beyond anything you can understand at this time."

The white ones embraced their mothers, and so full was their purity and love that it filled their souls with such endearment. Each mother knew they could endure the task. And the greatest of all the white ones, gathered them as a hen gathers her chicks, and the outpouring of love surrounded each mother and child, consuming all the white ones as He prepared them for their task. And each Mother who bore the weight of the 'White Rose,' would feel the overwhelming love of God, as they all shouted, "Thy will be done."

While my perspective now is limited to my mortal human eyes, I have to believe that I new the Father's plan before I came here. I don't know why or how I would have previously agreed to losing a child here on earth, but I know that I will see my Daxton again and that I will raise someday raise him.

As Elder Wirthlin said at this last General Conference, "The Lord compensates the faithful for every loss. That which is taken away from those who love the Lord will be added unto them in His own way. While it may not come at the time we desire, the faithful will know that every tear today will eventually be returned a hundredfold with tears of rejoicing and gratitude."

Well yesterday marked 6 months that my little Daxton became an angel in Heaven. The actual day itself wasn't that bad. This road of grief is much like a roller coaster. There are highs and lows, goes fast and slow, and I am still waiting for someone to let me off. The days seem to go by so fast. How can he really be gone already for 6 months. 6 more months and he will have been away from me longer than he was actually here with me.

And yet, time seems to go so slow. Has it only been 6 months? It seems like eternity! Some may ask if Mondays are hard for me, or if the 9th of every month is tough. Well? If I could only be so lucky that there were only 5 planned days a month that I lose it. What a relief! Such as it is, it is not the case. It is almost every other day that I cry myself to sleep, wetting my pillow with tears of sorrow. Only to wake up to another day without Daxton.

I get out of bed and carry on. I make cookies with the girls, do puzzles, and play memory with them. While they are at school, I sneak in the occasional nap or run the mounds of errands or work on the never ending "list" that we all make. I look around me and I have never seen so many little 18 month olds running around. I try to picture what Daxton would look like. What would his personality have developed into? What words would he be saying? Would his eyes be even more captivating? How would I do his hair and what size clothes would he be wearing? Would he like to wear the hats and tennis shoes I bought him? These questions are not to be answered.

Of course I miss him, of course I grieve his loss. I think that this roller coaster ride is never ending. There are times when we go around a corner and get slapped in the face with fear. Fear that I won't make it another day without him. There are times of fun, time I spend with my girls, making memories that will be long lasting. At times it goes fast and I wonder where the time went, what a ride it has been, and times it goes slow, will I ever be done with this ride? Will I ever not cry myself to sleep at night? Will I get to a point where I am grateful for the loss I have suffered? Will I learn all that my Father in Heaven wants me to learn?

On Saturday, we had breakfast with Santa. We arrived at the church and Savannah was SO excited she could could barely stand it. This is a great thing about Savannah. She gets excited over EVERYTHING... other people's birthdays, toys, gifts, accomplishments, seeing people she knows, riding the bus, going to school, and especially anything to do with Santa. It is great! So onto breakfast. We were in line and the announcer told us Santa was coming in. I knew I had to take hold.... well I seeing that I am like 10 months pregnant, holding 3 plates, trying to appease Mikenna (no small feat), when Santa entered the room, Savannah tossed her plate aside and bolted as fast as she could, "Hi Santa, Merry Christmas. Give me a hug."

He was a very kind Santa and obliged a little girl her request. It was all we could do to hold her in one spot after that, although food usually holds her for as long as she is eating it. After we ate breakfast, we stood in line to tell Santa what we wanted for Christmas. Seemed like forever. We finally made it to the stage where she "cut" in front of another little girl. Mikenna said, "Savannah you can't cut." Too late she was already on Santa's lap telling him she wanted panties, pajamas, and clothes. Kind of embarrassing. Mikenna to our surprise also sat on his lap and although she has told me that she does not want any more clothes because we have too many in the drawers already, she told Santa she wanted clothes.

The rest of the morning was filled with painting ornaments (trying to keep paint off the clothes rather), coloring pages, and waiting for the raffle to be over. We didn't walk away empty handed although my ungrateful children didn't want what they had won..... kids these days, just spoiled and more spoiled... we have grandma to thank for that :) LOL! Overall, breakfast with Santa was a real hit!!!

As I was sitting getting my hair done today (seriously, there is NOTHING better than freshly highlighted hair, ok maybe a few things, but I. LOVE. Getting. My hair done.) I thought of a few things I wanted to write down about Daxton.

I remember when I took him to get my hair done. I hadn't slept in like 24 hours because I had worked the night before and I just had to get this appointment in. So I took Daxton. As I was waiting for my hair to process I fed him in hopes that he would take a nap. Well all he did was crawl around all over me. It was very cute. and Very frustrating. But we managed. He fell asleep in the car on the way home and I was able to get a few moments of sleep before the girls got home.

I also remember very vividly my dad was holding Daxton on top of the kitchen table. I walked into the room and Daxton looked over at me. Dad said, "You know, there is something really special about this little guy." Yes. Yes there was. He was too perfect to be here. He was too perfect for me to raise in this imperfect world.

It is quite a thing to look back on the year he was with us. There was less contention, more joy, happiness, and peace in our home than I ever thought possible. The girls fought less and loved their little brother more. I think we were just all in love with him and his baby blues. How could you not just love him and be happy around him all. the. time.

Just wanted to share

I know. We are all. guilty. of. it.

"Kids get up in 10 minutes, got to get in the shower"
"I have 5 hours until the kids get home.... need to run to walmart, costco, get my hair done"
"Kids are home, dinner in 2 hours, what to fix..."
"Aw, kids to bed in 3 hours, I am going to clean the house, put the toys away, enjoy some 'me' time"
"3 more hours of my shift and then I get to go home"

Isn't it amazing how we 'tick' our lives away. I was speaking with a co worker last night about this. We of course had different views, but at the time, I was simply being reflective. She mentioned that we had 5 more hours on our shift and then we got to go home. I replied that it was interesting how we are always living a few hours ahead of the 'now.'

President Monson, the prophet of our church said in the last conference and I paraphrase that "Too many tomorrows make up a lot of empty yesterdays."

Always living for the future. One might argue that we are just accomplishing little goals by making it from one hour to the next. I don't disagree, but if we always live for 3 hours ahead of where we are at, where does the time go? And where is the 'now?'

I have tried to live a little more in the now for the last few days, because I feel like I have been 'ticking' the time away.... Can't wait until the kids go to bed when I can get some stuff done, can't wait until my shift is over and I can go home (ok I agree, not a bad one), can't wait until next week when I can get my hair done, get a massage, and whatever else.

What about living for today? What if there are no more tomorrows? or next weeks? Why do we incessantly look to the future, forget the past, and ignore the now? My girls are growing up right before my eyes. I try not to say things like, Can't wait until Mikenna is in Kindergarten all day (this will be very sad mind you), they grow up so fast. That and one minute they are here and the next they may be gone, grown up, and moved out of the house, or on the other side of the veil in Heaven.

If we don't enjoy the now, then what will we look back on when we are old and sitting in our rockers on the porch. We will simply only be able to think of wishing the time away to the future, to retirement, to when our kids are grown, we will have forgotten to make the memories of the 'now.'

A few weeks before Daxton passed away, someone asked me what I was looking forward to. I honestly looked at them and said, nothing. I am enjoying the right now. There isn't anything I am looking forward to except right now. This is probably all a bunch of rambling, I just hope that we all enjoy the 'now' and stop looking so much to the future. Life is too short.

I have actually been doing really well for the past few weeks. I have had a lot of "good" days and good moments where I actually think I might survive. Aside from being 32 weeks pregnant with a nasty head cold and working 3 days a week, I feel GREAT!! (ya sure :)).

It was a culmination of emotions on Thanksgiving. It wasn't necessarily because Daxton wasn't there. He was never meant to be there. His time on earth is through and he is serving a glorified mission in Heaven and preparing a way for us. No, it wasn't because I thought he should be there. It was a "bad" day though. Just caught up with me and just so happened it was on T-day.

We have a tradition on T-day where we all go around the table and say what we are thankful for. Since I had spent the better part of the afternoon in the bathroom or bedroom trying to hold it together, I was fresh out. I sat and listened to all that my lovely family was grateful for, I tried to think of all that I was grateful for. I kept walking in and out in hopes that my table would have gone, but no they saved it for me.... Upon my return and avoiding all possible hopes of having to comment on what I was grateful for, dad pipes in and says, "Brit, it is your turn." Right.... So my reply was less than stellar. "I am grateful for my family. That is all I got."

What I wish I would have said was I am thankful for this blessed day where we can be thankful for all that we have. Where we can gather as family and eat such GREAT phenomonal food. We had yummy potatos, yummy stuffing, yummy turkey and smoked ribs which ps gave me SERIOUS heartburn for a week, yummy sweet potatoes, Seriously whoever made those a shout out to you SO YUM!!!! And last but not least, SUPER YUMMY PIES!!! Although with all the good food, there was hardly room. LOL. It was overall a great time to get together and eat and be thankful.

I am thankful for my husband, who holds me when I am sad, laughs with me when I am happy, takes care of my girls and handles them with such love. He is our peacemaker, he is the one who can turn our moods around if we are cranky. He can talk Mikenna out of a pouty mood (which seriously warrants a HUGE award). He is the breadwinner, our provider. He is my best friend. He knows my pain, he knows my sorrow. He knows what makes me happy (just in case you forget: massages, pedicures, chocolate, flowers, a long nap, emptying of the dishwasher... just to name a few :)).

I am thankful for my girls. They are the reason I get out of bed in the morning. They are my life. I look at them in a wonderment that they are mine. I can't believe it. They call me mom and that is great (most of the time). They think I am wonderful, which is great all of the time. I learn so much from them. They are so forgiving of me and my faults. They love me no matter what. And I love them.

I am especially grateful that I was able to have Daxton in my life. It was no where near long enough, but I am grateful I had him as long as I did. I have learned so much from him, while he was here with me on earth and after he returned to Heaven. I sure do miss him, but I would do it all over again.

There are many more things I am thankful for, but this post is VERY long!!!! Loves to you all. Hope that you had a very Happy Thanksgiving!!!!