Our Adventure called Life

Image courtesy of Google As I prepare for bed tonight, the gates of Heaven are preparing to open for another angel.  At 89 years old, my grandfather is experiencing kidney failure and congestive heart failure.  When I think of God fearing Christians, he is the image that comes to mind.  He's earned his wings.  In my prayers tonight I ask that he be pain free, that he not be scared, that his son that he lost all those years ago be waiting for him at the gates.  This song sums up my feelings that there is more than what we see here on Earth...and he's one of the lucky ones that gets to go to the other side... Old man Wrigley lived in that white house Down the street where i grew up Momma used to send me over with things We struck a friendship up I spent a few long summers out on his old porch swing Says he was in the war when in the navy Lost his wife, lost his baby Broke down and asked him one time How ya keep from going crazy He said I'll see my wife and son in just

I can not imagine the pain the families feel, knowing they have kissed their child(ren) for the last time.  I attempt to put myself in their shoes and the pain is unreal.  The Christmas presents that are wrapped, sitting under their tree that will never be opened.  The clothes hanging in their closet that won't be worn again.  So much sadness and the inability to comprehend this action, this Momma's heart is torn in two. I've had to remind both myself and my husband that there is good in this world.  We come into contact with good people everyday.  We surround ourselves with loving, caring, warm friends.  We do good deeds for others and donate our time and money to charities.  But those aren't the things you hear about on the news.  Be good to one another, help one another, love one another. To those in Connecticut and those affected by this tragedy, I offer my prayers and tears. I have cried alongside you as the news shows the faces of your beautiful children

Little boy surrounded by BIG trees Wednesday night, curled up on the couch, smelling the scent of our Norwegian Pine.  The babe is curled up asleep and Scott is out in the garage putting new brakes on his truck. Following tradition, we headed to the tree farm the day after Thanksgiving and cut down a beautiful Christmas tree.  Paisley loved running around in the tree farm and I was happy the perfect tree didn't take too long to find!  While putting it up in the dining room, I was a little nervous about the tree remaining in an upright position throughout the entire Christmas season.  I've since learned that Paisley does not like the way the needles feel when he touches the tree.  This is great, but now I worry about him grabbing a light strand and pulling the tree over.  Our tree is decorated...but only the top half.  It didn't take long to realize he was WAY to interested in ornaments for me to have them within his reach.  Sure our tree may look a little "di