So I may not be that old, but I sure am not that young either. And I have never, ever seen what has transpired in our nation in the last two weeks, let alone the world. Ever! And 9/11 was crushing in and of itself.
It is 73 years old. It was built brick by brick and board by board by my grandfather, Jake Ross. It was in our family for all of those 73 years. And then, as if it were just a mere moment, that chapter closed for our family on May 10, 2019.
I must admit. That chapter was so hard to close. So hard. There were tears and there still are, even as I write this.
That house was our family. Our heart. It was the house that built me. Built our family. The number of memories in that house would stretch from here to the moon and back. So much love there. So much trial there. So much of God watching and working. Love hammered into the walls and floorboards.
Getting a Fresh Perspective – HOPE in a Dark World
Ever ended up in place you really needed to be? Like you know that God intervened and put you in just the right place at the right time? That was me two weekends ago. Abbey and I went to Brooke’s to visit and we all went to her church for a women’s conference.
The conference was called FRESH and I remember thinking, “Huh? Fresh? That seems like an odd name for a conference.
Well, little did I know. That word FRESH is exactly what fell on me. A FRESH perspective. A FRESH hope and a FRESH realization that boy am I blessed. I don’t lead a perfect life, friends. I sure don’t. Far from it. But boy I lead a blessed life. Blessed. Thank you, Jesus. Read More
He lived to be 112 years old. Well, in human years. 16 in dog. He was the last remaining part of our girls’ childhood. That sad reality hit us months ago. And it hit us like a ton of bricks. There were tears. Many. There are tears again and there will continue to be, I’m sure. The last part of that chapter in our life went home to Jesus on January 5, 2019.
Jack came to us on December 27, 2002. He was a late Christmas present for Brooke and Abbey. Santa couldn’t really bring a puppy on his sleigh, or so the note to the girls read. So, they were given notice from Santa that mom and dad had agreed to let them go and pick out a new puppy.
Well, here you are. A new year. If I say that I am so glad that 2017 is over, that would be very true, but 2017 also brought some great memories.
A trip to Europe where memories that will last a lifetime were created. What a blessing to see the beautiful world and spend three weeks with my sweet, grown up girl.
Then a trip to St. Thomas where toes in the sand and long breakfasts by the sea with my sweet, second girlie will forever be remembered.
To a high school graduation and now the babies are all grown. Wow – where did that time go? Read More
So, if you have followed me even for a bit, you might know that I really love music. Seriously love. I guess it started when I was really little. My dad played guitar and sang in his own band. I know. Awesome, right?
Lesson From My Girls – Abigail
A few months ago I shared with you that our sweet girls have become the most wonderful of teachers to me. Seriously. I have learned so much from my kids. I didn’t really know it would work that way, but it has. And it is truly the most beautiful thing I have seen and experienced.
If you are anything like me, time is always a hot commodity. Days are just busy, busy, busy. You need to work. You need to clean. You need to do laundry. You need to find some time to work out. You need some time with Jesus. And you need to cook. For me, that last one was always hard. I just didn’t like to cook. Mind you, I did cook. I even cooked well for my family, but I just didn’t like it. Years ago, I was even a stay at home mom and did not like to cook.
Whenever you are a parent, it seems like you are constantly on the battlefield of raising kids.
Setting a bed time and sticking to it. “No, we don’t have dessert every night.”
“You need to put your phone with mine to charge at night.” “I don’t care if so and so is doing it, you aren’t.”
So, I’ve been trying to get back to posting on my blog. Summer has been fun and I am so behind. Well, here’s one reason. See picture above.
Back in the old days, it was hard to get things done at home because I had a baby on my lap. Can anyone relate? Well, now the babies are grown and this furry baby has decided she needs a lap too.
She cries and cries until you pick her up. Crazy Holly! Love her, but how can I write with this crazy critter on my lap? Answer: Not very well. 🙂
Well, anyway, I’m working on things and moving this critter along.
Anyone else have crazy, furry babies who need that extra lovin’ too?
I’d love to see and hear about them. 🙂
And, yes, Holly is getting a new life and I have a new blog post coming next week.
Woo hoo! Back on track!
XO – Nikki