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Have a great week!

Have a Blessed Lord's Day.....

I will be home late tonight. Have a blessed day!

Happy Fourth of July!.......

I love Independence Day! I love everything it stands for regarding our nation! It stands for freedom and independence from another country that was ruling us! I love the songs, the special church services that recognize our independence, and the fireworks that let us know we are free. I love the red, white, and blue. I love being with friends and family to celebrate this day! I truly love my country!

How about you? What do you love about Independence Day?

Blessings until next time.....

I Love This Poem......

Welcome to Holland

I am often asked to describe the experience of raising a child with a disability – to try to help people who have not shared that unique experience to understand it, to imagine how it would feel. It's like this…

When you're going to have a baby, it's like planning a fabulous vacation trip – to Italy. You buy a bunch of guidebooks and make your wonderful plans. The Coliseum, the Michelangelo David, the gondolas in Venice. You may learn some handy phrases in Italian. It's all very exciting.

After months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. You pack your bags and off you go. Several hours later, the plane lands. The stewardess comes in and says, "Welcome to Holland."

"Holland?!" you say. "What do you mean, Holland?" I signed up for Italy! I'm supposed to be in Italy. All my life I've dreamed of going to Italy.

But there's been a change in the flight plan. They've landed in Holland and there you must stay.

The important thing is that they haven't taken you to some horrible, disgusting, filthy place, full of pestilence, famine and disease. It's just a different place.

So you must go out and buy a new guidebook. And you must learn a whole new language. And you will meet a whole new group of people you would never have met.

It's just a different place. It's slower paced than Italy, less flashy than Italy. But after you've been there for a while and you catch your breath, you look around, and you begin to notice that Holland has windmills, Holland has tulips, Holland even has Rembrandts.

But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy, and they're all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. And for the rest of your life you will say, "Yes, that's where I was supposed to go. That's what I had planned."

The pain of that will never, ever, go away, because the loss of that dream is a very significant loss.

But if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn't get to Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things about Holland.

Written by Emily Perl Kingsley

I know many people have posted this poem. Lately, this is a little how I feel when it comes to Curtis. Curtis wasn't born with his special needs. His neurological damage happened after he was born. I think this sums it up pretty well!

In Arizona....

Hi Peeps! I made it to Arizona safely yesterday. I am at the library now checking on you.

Have a wonderful 4th of July weekend!

Blessings until next time.....

Ice Cream.....

I love these precious boys! I am so blessed!

Leaving on a Jet Plane......

I do know when I'll be back again!