And So the SUMMER Comes . . .

Wow, where did the quiet moments go ? Even though we are "Kid Free" this summer, we do nothing but go, go, go, do, do, do! What's with that? I guess if you're going to be "Kid Free", tell no one ............
Leslie fit right in, in LA, after a brief bout of homesickness, she fell right into the swing of life in Cali. She's grown into such a BEAUTIFUL woman, she makes me gush with pride. I look at her and think, "Wow, she really is an amazing woman!"
Bethaney, my poor, sweet Boo ! She has worked her butt off already, and I guess if she wasn't in such GREAT physical shape, she would of gone under, but to say that kid is FIT, well that's just a big understatement!
Mariah is having a quiet, slow, soft summer. She's never been so still in her whole life. I miss her like CRAZY, but she seems very happy with her summer life. She misses her friends, her sisters and even her job, but she laughs a lot and seems to be finding herself. I just hope she finds her way back to our Heavenly Father.
We don't hear much from the little ones, unless we call, and then often, they still don't get to take the calls. They will be staying with us for one week next week and then again in late July. It will be fun I have no doubt.
I miss my husband. I don't see him much due to our work schedules, we know this is good thing, but none the less, its still sad for me. I wish I could be with him all the time, I'd love to work for him although, he could never be as good of a Boss as he is a husband or father. NO WAY POSSIBLE !
The Durans are divorcing, and this is so DIFFICULT for me and the girls to watch happen. It's not us, but we have walked this path, and it's heartbreaking to see someone else, especially your close family members. We want to help, but don't know how, other than being there and listening and praying. It rips at my heart, I know the complete destruction this brings to a family and to a wife and mother. I'm so grateful for my husband and my children. They made my walk through life, WORTH IT ! ! !

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