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Creativity and Special People

My beautiful third child has learned how to sew all on her own. What a creative soul she is! For Valentines day, she created two dolls with magnets (to make them kiss) in her image and in the image of her boyfriend Andy. Today she gave them to him, as we all looked on. Even the hoodies match what they were wearing!

Artistic, musical, witty and can sew circles around me.....could she really be mine? I hugged her before she left for Young Women's tonight. I love her so much. I've discovered that the more creative, the rockier the life....or so it seems.

Yesterday I had a bit of oral surgery and a bone graft to boot. Hmm, why do we say, 'to boot'? I've never really wondered that before. Oh look! Something shiny!

Vicodin has been my companion. Ice packs, heat packs and life is slowly moving towards my normal. Which everyone knows is not anywhere near REAL normal. Ah, normal. You are so over rated.

Hubby is still scooting around on his knee scooter. We think this third surgery is finally the last one. crosses eyes, legs, toes and fingers He is itching to get back to work to start earning those paychecks again. So far we haven't received a disability check for him, which has been interesting. I know there is a Chinese curse that says, "May you live in interesting times". And so we do. VERY interesting. We have faith that all will work out in the end.


A week or so ago we had family pictures taken. Not my hubby and our children, but rather my father, brother and two sisters. I don't have the originals back, but I do have some that my lovely Ashley snapped while we were all posing. My sister Cheri was SO excited. What a sweet soul she is...has always been. I am a better person for having had her in my life. She has been a blessing in so many ways. As I wrote HERE, everyone should have a special person in their lives. Trust me.

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  1. I love those dolls! She is a creative soul.

    And I love the family photo. That is priceless.

    I don't love that you had oral surgery. I hope you heal quickly and that the check is in the mail and arrives tomorrow.

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