She liven's up a room. Her eyes twinkle when she smiles. She's passionate and caring. She was born on the fourth of July. She's the youngest of six. She has a will like iron. She's my daughter. A gift. A treasure. When God sent her to us, He knew I would need this spit fire. I would need the challenge to keep going. To get up to care for her needs. To laugh at her antics. To dig for patience over her daily melt downs. When grief becomes your companion there are dark, dark days. Even with the King of Kings is on the throne. Even when the promise of Eternal life ... View Post
That 10 Year Old Firecracker
Firecracker. That was Nana's nickname for her. She came into this world in a flurry of emergency. A whirlwind. And has remained that to this day. Our baby is double digits. The last baby I carried; held within my womb. A surprise. A gift. But they all were. I was always surprised with the news of "the child within". Awestruck at the beauty and holiness. And now the youngest of these is 10. This wee one that gave me quite a scare 2 weeks ago. Who caused me to fall to my knees ... View Post
