Life Happened

Okay so I guess you know by now that I love music and it inspires some of my writings. Well today I am going to share a song with you that has become one of my favorites. I first heard it years ago when Rusty's cousin Nancy gave me a CD that she listened to while traveling here from California. I put the CD on my ipod and now when walking I listen to the music she gave me. It puts life in great perspective and inspires me in many ways!



When I listen to the words and think about my own life, I realize that even though my life may not have quite turned out exactly the way I planned it, it's my life and it is good. When I think about my dreams and ambitions, I am pretty sure I am living those out in this life. The most important would have to be, being a mom. Something I always wanted , but was unsure would happen. Even though it is something that has changed my life, its the one dream I am most proud of. Yes, it is hard and these boys take up a lot my time and they require a lot of me, but I wouldn't change it for anything in this world. Secondly, I am fulfilling the dream of teaching. It is my passion and my mission in life. The feeling of making a difference in a child's life, is one so amazing! I give 100% of myself everyday to the students in my classroom and even though it is hard at times, I love them with everything I have, and I make a point to tell them everyday!
No life isn't a bed of roses, but its not all bad either. I'm not on broadway, or in Hollywood, but I am here and I have a full life with many blessings! And
"I finally realized I turned out alright, and Life Happened!"

Gone without Goodbye

Last Sunday afternoon, I decided for Nathan and I to take a stroll over to Mom and Dad's house.  He was very content in the stroller and actually fell asleep, so I decided to turn on my ipod and listen to some music to keep myself entertained.  I chose to listen to Brian Littrell.  Many of you may remember him from the Backstreet Boys, but he has since changed his life around and now sings Christian music.  As I was listening, a familiar song came on and just like always I began to sing along, only this time the words stopped me in my tracks and took my breath for a moment.  You see I was listening to "Gone without Goodbye".  In the song he tells of several scenarios where people have lost loved ones in the blink of an eye.  Each time he says "I can feel the pain, but I don't know gone without goodbye".  That day those words rang in my ear so differently than before and for a moment I stopped and thought " I do!, I do!" and right then and there, the memories came rushing back into my mind as if that day was happening all over again. It had been a while since this had happened and all the while, I kept thinking, why is this happening, why now?  After a few moments I started walking again, but the thoughts of September 27, 2007 stayed in my mind. I never heard another song being sung because my mind had wondered to a place it hadn't been in a while.   I started to remember every little detail of that day and how I never did say goodbye.  I was there and yet the words never came out of my mouth.  I started to picture Granddaddy lying there and I saw his face looking at me as if he wanted to say something, but couldn't.  I remembered how terrible I felt because I didn't know what to do, or say myself.  I wanted to go back and make myself speak, even if he really would not have heard me, at least I would have tried. I just wanted to go back in time and change that day all together.  As I walked the next 10 minutes the tears poured down my face.  I remember there was a man on the other side of the street walking as well, and he stopped for a moment and just looked at me.  He never said anything, but his eyes told me he understood.  He waited for me to pass him before he started his walk again. 

  I finally made it  up the street to Mom and Dad's house, so  I quickly got myself together. 

Tonight I was listening to the song again ( this time on purpose) and I thought of how awful it was to lose such a precious man without warning.  I was lying in my bed with Nathan and Patrick beside me and I began to watch them sleeping, and my mind couldn't help but wonder what is was like for them.  They also know "Gone without Goodbye".  I thought of all the things that are happening in our life and what I wish Granddaddy could be a part of.  Each time Brian sings of a lost one in his song he says "if I could reach the sky, I would bring him right back to your arms".  I have wished that so many times before.  To reach up and bring him back not for me but for my family.  I often wonder how life would be different if he were still here. 

Throughout the past year and a half so many people have said things will get better, you start to forget.  Those words have often made me mad, because you don't just forget something like that. The thoughts may not come as often, but you will never forget

"Gone without Goodbye".

 

Beating the Odds

Okay, so my next assignment for our Monday writing class was to write a "Slice of Life".  Basically we were told to choose a "monumental" piece of life to write about.  So here it goes...

I remember this day like it was yesterday. Five months prior, my doctor had discovered a tumor on my pituitary gland. I was about 12 weeks post surgery and still didn’t feel myself. I had been out of school for almost fourteen weeks and they wouldn’t let me go back until I was 100%. Rusty had come home for lunch that day to find me lying on the couch sobbing. “What’s wrong?”, he asked. “I still don’t feel well, I can’t go to school, and I am miserable”, I replied. After sitting by me on the couch and calming me down, he asked me if I thought I was pregnant. I looked at him with great surprise, considering the doctor’s had told us children weren’t possible. I was angry that he would say such a thing when he knew that I wanted a child more than anything. He convinced me to go get a pregnancy test, so I did.

That afternoon, I was sitting at home by myself and finally got up the nerve to take the test. After exactly 3 minutes, I walked slowly into the bathroom, scared of the disappointment to come, and low and behold, the test was positive. I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t talk all I could do was stare at the little pink lines that confirmed there was actually a baby growing inside me. I immediately called Rusty at work. I was crying so hard that Marcelle ( the office assistant) thought I was hurt and started yelling for Rusty to come quickly to the phone. He answered the phone yelling, ”What is wrong , Baby?” “ I’mmmm I’mmmm Pregnant!” I yelled. There was no sound on the other end of the phone. All I could here was sobbing. After a few moments he said, “call Dr. Fitzgibbon’s office and let them know”. So I called the doctor’s office and they told me to come right away. The nurses were waiting for me at the door. I was so nervous. They took me back and we completed the test. I sat on the table with my head held down, so afraid it wasn’t true, when all of a sudden I heard a burst of YEAHSS coming from the testing lab, I looked up and there standing in front of me were three of the nurses all in tears and congratulating me. I hugged them all and ran out the door to run tell Rusty it was true. When I reached his office, I swung open the door. Everyone knew something was wrong. I ran straight to where he was standing and yelled,” It’s true, we are going to have a baby!” Everyone smiled, cried and ran over to hug us. After the congratulations, we decided we wanted to tell our parents in a very unique way. I ran to the florist and bought two bouquets of flowers and signed them both,

Can’t wait to meet you!

Love,

Baby Jackson

My first stop was my parents’ house. I walked into the back door with the flowers in my hands and told my parents that I found them on the front porch. They both looked at me funny, but then Mom reached over to read the card and gasped with a cry, “Really?” My dad not sure what was going on, just looked at me and said, “You’re not, I mean, are you pregnant?” I said “Yes, Daddy, I am”. Before I knew it I was in a parent sandwich, all three of us sobbing. This was the most amazing day of my life. I was going to be a mom. Something most people thought impossible. I had beaten the odds!

The best thing is that the story doesn't stop there.  I have been blessed with two miracles.  I couldn't be happier just being a mom.  Talk about beating odds.  How about twice!!

Where I'm From

We have been writing many things in my class on Monday nights.  We just finished a unit on poetry.  The latest assignment was to write a poem titled, Where I'm From.  So I thought I would share mine with you.  I hope you like it Mom and Dad.  Here it goes...

 

Where I'm From...

I am from the Palmetto State, from the Great Pee Dee.  I'm from rural lands to suburban areas, from the highlands of Scotland to the valleys of Ireland.  I'm from bright colored azaleas, thorny rose bushes and pecan trees.  I'm from Little House on the Prairie being read by Mom at bedtime, from lullabies sung to put me fast asleep.  I'm from hand me downs, sleeping two to a bed, homemade birthday cakes and saying "Grace" at dinner.

I'm from dancing with Dad on Friday nights, best buddy days at the Eat More Cafe'.  I'm from hide and seek, "colored eggs", Mother May I and Red Light, Green Light.  I'm from journeys to Mr. Joy's on a Saturday morning, singing found a peanut and 101 bottles of beer on the wall, swinging til you're dizzy.

I'm from "two wrongs don't make a right", " Do unto others", and    "Amazing Grace".  " A watched pot never boils" and " Who loves ya Baby?- Daddy- That's right!"

I'm from hard working Dan and tender lovin' Sharon, from Holladays, James, Ostranders and Clarks.  I'm from two sensational sisters, Karen and Susanne and one twin brother, Phillip, who often shares my soul.  I'm from family night at Christmas, reunions on Thanksgiving Day.  I'm from sitting around playing spades and rummy and family vacations at the beach! 

I'm from lots of people and many places, but where I go from here is up to ME!!!

Happy Birthday, Nathan!

Okay, so I don't even know where to begin to tell you about this little love in my life. There are so many things about him that are wonderful! He is such a ray of sunshine, even on the cloudiest of days! He is happy little boy (most days) and brings a smile to everyone's life he touches! I am so excited to have him in my life, and I am very sure I wouldn't know what to do without him!! He is my "love muffin", "Darlin", "Sweetheart", and most importantly "My Life". Those are his words exactly. I thank God everyday for bringing such a wonderful little man into my life!!

Happy Birthday, Sweetheart!! Mommy loves you so much!!!

Happy Birthday, Patrick!!

Tomorrow marks the seventh year that my precious Patrick has been in my life. I can't begin to tell you the joy he has brought to me. Eight years ago, I was told by doctors that I would never be able to have a child of my own, I can remember how crushing those words were to me. I kept saying, I have waited all my life to be a mom. I mean children are my life!! They surround me in everything that I do! But what the doctors didn't know was that God was in control and he had a plan for my life. When I found out I was pregnant, I was so excited! But nothing was more exciting than the first time I held him in my arms!! Oh the joy that fills your heart!! Indescribable!!

God did have a bigger plan for me, Patrick being one of them ( I have two boys! Whoopee!).

He is so loving and gentle. He tells me all the time " Mommy, you're my favorite girl"! How precious! He loves sports, especially football. He did tell his dad and I the other night that he is going to play for the Spring Valley Vikings in high school, Carolina Gamecocks in college and Carolina Panthers in professional football. He truly means that,although I think he may too little to play. He is such a joy and inspiration to my life. I am so glad that God gave him to me. I don't know what life would be like without him!! He is my Favorite 7 year old!!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VGNQ9bu1mDk

Grandparent's Day!!

Today was "Grits for Granparents" at school. Patrick called my dad (Papa) earlier this week and asked if he would come. Of course he said yes. He even went and got his hair cut yesterday so he wouldn't look "shaggy"( That's not possible with Papa, he's the cleanest cut man I ever knew!!) So this morning we got to school and Patrick couldn't wait to see Papa. Around 8:15 we walked up the hallway where Papa was waiting and they made their way into the cafeteria. After fixing their plates they sat down together and talked about school. You couldn't erase the smile off either face. They even met some new friends the Gold's. ( you wonder where I get it from, my dad never meets a stranger!) After they ate, Papa took Patrick to the book fair. They both had a great time!! Thanks Dad for being such a positive role model in my children's lives. You will never know the mark you are leaving in their lives or their hearts!! I love you and thank you for being a great "Papa"!

Dear Mr. Obama

Hey Guys! I know I haven't posted in a while. Life seems to be getting in the way of many things right now. I am going to try and post more often. I am taking a writing course this year through my school, so I will try and post some of my writings from class. Anyway, one of my friends sent me this video via facebook today and I wanted to share it.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TG4fe9GlWS8

Cardboard Testimonies

I received an email from my sister-in-law this week that had a very humbling video attached to it. In the video there are many people who have written their testimonies on a piece of cardboard. Most of them being on liners, not very long. As I watched the video, I found myself weeping. This has changed my life. I was trying to figure out what I would say on piece of cardboard. I came up with a few...

Living in Sin....... Saved by Grace!

Tumor on my pituitary gland, Doctor's unsure..... Surgery in 2001, PERFECT health.

Sleepless nights full of fear and worry...... Layed them all at Jesus' feet!

and my favorite one..

Told by doctors children impossible...... Two beautiful boys at home!!!

For all of these and more I say... THANK YOU, JESUS!!

What would your cardboard testimony say??

Weekend Fun!

It has been a fabulous weekend for us!  It started with my nephew Matt coming into town Thursday night.  The boys love playing with him.  Friday night Patrick and Papa had a sleep over.  I'm not sure who had more fun, but from what I understand it was a blast.  They ate popcorn, pistachios, ice cream and snickers.  They enjoyed a swim in the pool and a bubble bath afterwards.  They played rock, paper, scissors, watched baseball and enjoyed breakfast together on Saturday. 

On Saturday, we enjoyed Patrick's last t-ball game.  He hit really well and even got a few players out.  Then Saturday night we celebrated my nephew Alex's graduation from high school.  We didn't get in until late, and by the time we got the boys to bed, we were exhausted.

Sunday, we stayed home from church because we had two exhausted boys who didn't sleep very well the night before.  Rusty and I celebrated our 12th anniversary with a pool party. After lunch we headed to Nana and Papa's for BBQ.  We had a great time!  The water was chili, but we still managed to get in some swimming.  Patrick stayed at Nana's again and we brought Emilee home with us for the night. (What a way to spend your anniversary!)

Today was the best!  The pool party began around 11:00am.  The children played while Papa and I played lifeguard.  Then he and I decided to take the Plunge and jump in.  WOW it was cold.  We swam for awhile, while Chris and Rusty grilled burgers.  After lunch we swam some more.  We finally called it quits around 4:30.  The children took one last dip in Nana's jacuzzi tub, and then we headed home.  We really enjoyed each other's company.  I always love times like these.  They are so special and make so many memories.  Check out the slide show!

Thank you, Mom!

Tonight we went over to my parents' house.  My brother Phillip         ( Uncle Buck) grilled out steaks, made beer mashed potatoes, and green beans for dinner.  We had a great time.  Papa and the boys swam in the pool, while Nana and I sat on the steps and watched.  After dinner, we sent Rusty and Phillip to Breuster's for some much needed ice cream!  It was a lot of fun.  Patrick especially enjoyed spending time with his Papa.  They sat out by the pool and enjoyed pistachios.  And Papa even took a bubble bath with the boys.  That was a sight!!!  As I was sitting outside watching the boys play, I started thinking about all the experiences my children have.  Then I started thinking about all the experiences my parents gave me when I was a little girl. 

Since it's Mother's Day, I would like to say a special thank you to my mom for all she has done for me in my life.  I don't even know where to start.  It's not about gifts, as much as it is time and affection.  She has always been there for me throughout my life, whether to fix a booboo, encourage me to do my best, or hold on to me when my heart was breaking. Even now at 35 years of age, I still want to run to her when something goes wrong, or I am nervous and scared.  I am not going to lie and say that it has always been "a bed of roses", because we all know how girls can challenge their moms, but for the most part, it has been great!!

Right now I would like to thank her most for taking care of my children.  I admit I am very spoiled, because I don't have to pay for daycare, and I can't think of better care during the week than "NANA".  She watches Nathan for me everyday and I truly couldn't be more thankful!!  Here's a poem I found online that pretty much sums up my feelings.  I hope you enjoy it, Mom!

Super Mom

Mom, you're a wonderful mother,
So gentle, yet so strong.
The many ways you show you care
Always make me feel I belong.

You're patient when I'm foolish;
You give guidance when I ask;
It seems you can do most anything;
You're the master of every task.

You're a dependable source of comfort;
You're my cushion when I fall.
You help in times of trouble;
You support me whenever I call.

I love you more than I can express;
You have my total respect.
If I had my choice of mothers,
You'd be the one I'd select!

Thanks Mom for all you are to me!!  There are not enough words to express how much I love you!!  You have always been my "Rock" and I don't know what I would do without you!!  You are not just my mom, but one of my best friends!  Thanks for always listening when I need a shoulder to cry on, for standing beside me when I needed a little encouragement, but mostly for loving me unconditionally!!  After all that is what love is all about!!  I love you more than you could ever know!!  You are my hero!!

Math Does Too!!

I know you have all been waiting for the rest of my results, and I am happy to report that Math Rocks too!! My class blew it out the water again!! I truly can't believe how great they did.  It has truly made me reflect on myself this week and given me a lot of confidence!!  I am so excited!!  Through all the trials and tribulations I have been through this year, I still managed to be successful!! Thank You, Jesus!!  I owe it all to him!!

Reading Rocks!

I know I haven't written in a while.  I haven't had a lot of time lately, and nothing real exciting to write about.  But today was a different day!!  So Extra! Extra! Read All About It!!

I have written several posts before about my career as a teacher.  I think I may have even spoke about the reading class I have been teaching this year and how difficult it has been for me.  Well today my reading class took a standardized test for reading.  Every Fall and Spring the 2nd- 5th graders at my school take the MAP test ( Measurement of Academic Progress).  The beginning of the year isn't very stressful, because its pretty much a starting point and areas to work on to make each child successful.  But by the time May roles around its pretty stressful for teachers, because it is in my case the only measurement of my success for the year.  Our 3rd through 5th grades also take PACT. 

Having the above average students this year has really put a toll on me.  I have to admit through all my frustrations, I have enjoyed the students immensely.  They are all so fabulous and I love each of them in different ways.  Last night as I anticipated our testing today, I felt very nervous, couldn't sleep and even began to cry at one point.  You see when children this bright score so well the first time around, it isn't easy to show growth, in fact many times they lose a few points or stay the same.  I was very afraid this may happen.

But OMG did they surprise me.  We went into the computer lab this morning and I felt my stomach sink to the ground.  The moment they clicked "Begin Test" my heart began racing.  For 1 hour I paced the floor, moving back and forth watching and waiting.  The good thing about this test is that as soon as the child is finished their score pops up and you have immediate results.  The first student finished and I rushed over to see how they did.  He not only met his goal, but exceeded it.  I felt a little relieved.  Then the next student finished, same thing.  I was like OMG!! What is happening here? 

To finish out the story, my results were phenomenal!!  Out of 21 students only 4 didn't meet their goal and the ones that did, actually went over by 7 or more points.  I was truly amazed!!  I wanted to scream, dance and shout all at once, but I couldn't!!

I have never been one to brag on myself, and have never really had a lot of confidence, but I just have to say,

"I'M SO EXCITED, THAT I JUST CAN'T HIDE IT!!!"

It has been an amazing day!! I can only hope tomorrow will be just as amazing with the math portion.

Stay tuned........

A Teacher's Heart

  I have been a teacher now for ten years.  WOW!  That sounds like so much time!  I have always felt that I was given this special gift from God and I try very hard to give one hundred percent of myself. 

One thing that makes me a little different from most teachers is that every year I fall in love.  A new class comes in and somehow within the first few weeks, they steal my heart.  They are each so special and each one has something special to bring to our class to make us complete.  I talk with my class every year about the fact that we are like a family.  I tease them and tell them that I am their school MOM and they are my children.  I really take this to heart. 

Over the past few weeks, I have experienced some situations with my children, that have made me really think about how so many of them need me to love them.  Sometimes I am the only smile they see, the only hug they get, the only positive words said to them. 

Whether its the little boy who doesn't know where he will be sleeping that night, or the little girl who witnesses a mother's abuse or the child whose parents split up and he somehow feels its his fault.   These are the situations you don't learn about in school.  There are no guidelines on healing a child's wounds.  You just have to be there for them and help them through.  I try to tell my children everyday before they leave me to have a great night, and to always remember, "Mrs. Jackson loves you".  I hope that is enough for some of my little children to make it through whatever life may be handing them.  They are so young and most of them innocent.  I am so grateful to be given each group of children I receive year after year.  Even the ones that challenge you the most somehow reach in a take a piece of my heart away.  After all they are the ones that need me the most!  

You can learn many things in school about being a teacher.  How to teach a child to read, addition and subtraction strategies, skills for teaching science and social studies.  They don't teach you how to handle difficult situations in the lives of your children.  These are things you have to acquire on your own.  Much like having a teacher's heart!

 

Dear Lord,Thank you for giving the ability to love and teach children.  Please watch over each one of them tonight.  Whatever they may be experiencing Lord, I pray that you would touch their lives.  Thank you for letting each special one be a part of my life!!

 

Kind words can be short and easy to speak, but their echoes are endless. ~ Mother Teresa

Grandma's Song

I guess by now, you have all seen how much I love to write poetry.  It has always been a way for me to express myself, no matter what I'm feeling.  Friday night I happen to notice Rusty's mom lying in Nathan's bed just staring at the ceiling.  She had been reading books with Nathan, but just like any two year old, he got tired of that and went on his way.  I walked in there and lay beside her.  I asked

" Are you thinking about Granddaddy?"  This is very easy to do in Nathan's room, since that is where he was when God called him home.  She said "All the time!"  " What am I going to do? I don't know what to do."  I felt my heart ache so much for her, because I know the pain in her heart is 100 time worse than what I feel inside.  We lay there and cried together for a few moments.  Many nights when I go to bed, I think about her in that house by herself and wonder what she may be doing.  She tells me that she sleeps in Granddaddy's chair at night, so I picture her there, missing him so much.  Anyway that is what inspired this poem.  I have been working on it for a few nights and it is now complete. 

 

I was lying in bed and imagined her there,

All cuddled up in your favorite chair.

I saw the hurt in her eyes, can't imagine the pain in her heart. 

She wants to live life again, but she doesn't know where to start.

She feels so lost, she doesn't know what to do,

Will the love you gave her be enough to get her through?

She longs to see your face again to see your beautiful smile,

to hold your hand, sit by your side and talk for just awhile.

Every word you ever said plays over in her mind,

She'd give everything she has to hear your voice just one more time.

So many years together, now so far apart,

Oh Lord, please help her heal her wounded, broken heart!

Your spirit is all around her, every place you've ever been,

The memories you made will last until you meet again.

Granddaddy, hold her close and keep watch from up above,

Let her know you will always be there, so she can feel your love.

These Are a Few of My Favorite Things

Today, Mom, Karen and I went and had spa treatment at The Nail Studio.  Up until a few months ago this was a biweekly event for us.  Life has sort of gotten in the way lately and we haven't been since November.  They welcomed us today and seemed very excited we were there.  We always seem to become "the life of the party" when we are there.  We had a blast and actually got DELUXE pedicures and HOT OIL manicures.  Having done this today, I started thinking about how mani/pedis are definitely two of my favorite things.  This inspired me to write this poem.  I hope you enjoy!

These Are a Few of My Favorite Things

Bubble baths by candlelight, bathing in the sunlight, butterfly kisses that say goodnight., these are my favorite things.

Dinner and a movie with my favorite girls, chocolate, vanilla and strawberry swirls, feeling like I'm on top of the world, these are my favorite things.

Singing in the shower, a bouquet of beautiful flowers, pillow talk for hours, these are my favorite things.

Laughing til I cry, the taste of sweet apple pie (a la mode),fireworks on the Fourth of July, these are my favorite things.

The sound of little feet, hugs and kisses, ( what a treat!), dancing to a familiar beat , these are my favorite things.

Gentle massages, weekends away, vacations to the beach, a Happy Birthday!

Manicures and pedicures, carpet picnics while watching TV, being serenaded by two special boys, spending time with my family.

What more could I want, what more could I need?  All of these things are what make me, ME!

Fun Friday

Tonight we had a house full of guests.  We were suppose to go out to eat, but Nathan started feeling a little under the weather, so the party came to us.  We ordered in Wild Wings, and really enjoyed being together.  Nathan perked up and he and Patrick had a blast playing with Grandma, Aunt Brenda, Aunt Debra, Dexter and Lindsay.

Once everyone had left and things had settled down, Rusty told Patrick it was time to put his patch on for the night.  You see a year ago this month we discovered that our oldest son Patrick was having trouble seeing.  When we took him to the doctor, we never expected them to say his vision in both eyes was 20/100.  I'll never forget the way my heart felt that day.  But we let him pick out his glasses and our journey into "sightseeing" had begun.  After a few visits they told us that his left eye was stronger than his right, so we patch his left eye each night for one hour to help the right.  He has two patches that we purchased online to help make this process a little fun.  His favorite is the one with a lightning bolt and a capital P.  He says it stands for "POWERFUL Patrick" , although the company says powerful patch.  Tonight when it was time to put it on, Nathan asked if he could have one.  So here is the result of his question:

 

How cute!! He really does love his brother and wants to do EVERYTHING he does.  What can I say, he's a HOOT!

Goodbye Sassy

Today I had to do let my cat Sassy go.  I didn't realize how hard something like that would be, until I had to do it. 

I hadn't even left school yet when I got the call that something was wrong with her.  She had one whole in her side and another on her bottom.  I truly thought someone had tried to hurt her.  All the way to the Emergency clinic, I kept telling myself she would be alright. 

When the doctor came in a told me how bad off she was, I knew she wasn't going to make it.  He told me he could do a couple of surgeries, but he couldn't guarantee me that she would make it through them. 

A dog had gotten a hold of her and almost completely taken her tail off.  It was ripped all the way to her spine, so no matter what she would have nerve damage and would not live a normal life again.

Being by myself, I had to make the decision.  The doctor kept telling me it was okay to decide to let her go, but oh how it made my heart break.  I finally went in to see her and there she was lying on the table so feeble, so frail, and in so much pain.  My heart wouldn't take it.  I started crying and telling the doctor that I didn't want her to live like that.  I didn't want to let her go either.  Once I decided to let them put her to sleep, he told me that was the best decision I could make and that letting her go only meant I loved her that much. 

So Sassy went to heaven today.  Patrick and Nathan took the news okay.  Nathan kept saying "Sassy's with Jesus?"  It broke my heart.  But I said yes Nathan Sassy's with Jesus. 

I know she is better off, but signing her life away was the hardest thing I have ever done.  I will truly miss her!

Facts about ME

My mom tagged me with this little game.  Since the only blogger friends I have are family and they have already been tagged, I won't be passing this along to anyone new.  Here it goes...

Middle Name "Hoopla"

1. You must post the rules before you answer.

2. List one fact about yourself using each letter of your middle name or if no middle name, use your maiden name.

3. Then you must tag one person for each letter of your name.

 

Exciting- most of my friends say I am very fun to be around. 
They often call me "the life of the party".  I am not really sure I agree, but I do love to have fun!

Loving-  I have a big heart and love many people, especially my family.

Inquisitive- Even though I teach second graders on a daily basis, I love learning myself.  I find it fascinating to learn new concepts or strategies  that help me in my job.  I also love new things that help in my everyday life!

Zesty- I guess you could say I bring flavor to my life and the life of others.  ( I had to think of something)

Amiable- My mom used to tell  me that I could make friends with a stranger and often times I did.  I am definitely a friendly, pleasant person.

Bubbly-most people would describe me as having a bubbly personality.  I try to see the good in everyone and in every situation.  I have actually been criticized before for being too happy.  How do you do that?

Energetic-  I do somehow manage to have a lot of energy throughout the day, however, by 8:00 at night that is obsolete.  I try to put everything I have into everything I do!

Talented- God has blessed me with many talents.  The ones that stick out the most to me are singing, teaching, writing and taking care of others.

Happy- most of the time- that would sum me up in one word!

Happy Saturday!

Happy Saturday everyone.  It has been a crazy week for us!  We spent a long weekend together last weekend and enjoyed being together as a family.  But then on Tuesday, I had to bring Patrick home early from school because he had a touch of the stomach bug.  Wednesday and Thursday went pretty smoothly.  Nathan did however start with a cold on Thursday night.  Yesterday was the worst of our week.  While I was sitting in the teacher's lounge getting ready to eat lunch, I got word that Patrick was in the health room again.  When I got to him I learned that someone in his class had sat on his head a pushed it into the ground.  The nurse was concerned because his left pupil was larger than his right.  I rushed him to the pediatrician's office and he sent us directly to the emergency room, where we spent the rest of the afternoon.  They drew some blood, monitored his heart and did a CAT scan.  After several hours, we were told everything came back okay and that he had a mild head injury.  I was so proud of Patrick.  He never cried, whined or complained.  Not even when they put an IV in his arm.  I feel really lucky that he is okay.  We have to watch him for the rest of the weekend and keep him calm.  He has been a real trooper!!!

Anyway, we are all doing well today.  We are spending the day finishing some household projects we have been putting off.

I wanted to leave you with a poem I received through email today.  My 14 year old nephew wrote it this week for his English class.  I am proud of him.  It really puts things in perspective for my family!

     I Really Do Love You

        By: Tyler Williams

It’s like standing in the desert wishing for rain

Waiting here wishing to see you again

I’m saying all these prayers but they never come true

Am I praying to God or am I talking to you?

Discomfort and loneliness is what I see in her eyes

It starts as a tear drop then turns into a cry

She’d give up everything just to touch your face

She’s longing so badly to get out of this place.

Not a day goes by that I don’t think of you

This feeling in my stomach, it’s nothing really new

But this time the pain isn’t temporary

It hurts inside and this time it’s scary.

It’s hard to admit my own selfishness and pride

Cause I didn’t take the time to tell you goodbye

I didn’t tell you I loved you or anything like that

Now I’m reading this poem wishing you were back.

So tune in Granddad, this poem is for you

I really need to talk cause I don’t know what to do

Every line of this poem, every word of it is true

I really hope that you’re listening, cause I’ll always love you.