



Man this playing catch up is tough. I am only adding a few of past photos and it is so hard to figure out which ones to post.
Any who, in my last post you got to meet my mom, now I would like
for you all to meet my husband. He is such a gift and a blessing. God knew it would take a strong man to live with and love me. He knew that this man would have to be some one I could not only respect but who would respect me. In this man I would find kindness, love, morals, and strength. This man would give me room to grow, help lead me down the right paths, show me things I had never seen, and yet keep me grounded. My husband is an amazing man. He never ceases to fascinate me. He can make me laugh when I want to cry, pick me up when I am down, and makes me believe that it will be alright, even when it isn’t. On top of all that he is an amazing father. He never fails to be there for our boys. Weather its playing baseball, video games, or talking things through, he is always there for them. He will go above and beyond to see them smile or hear their laughter, even if he has to make a complete nut out of himself to get it. In turn the boys think he walks on water. They look at him like all kids should be able to view their fathers, as their hero. They want to do things just like dad, they want to look like dad, they want to work like dad, and are always on his heels. And yet their dad patiently deals with his toes being stepped on. He seems to have an answer to every little question asked and a reason for those questions that they don’t understand. Now before all of you get sick, with all the love being dealt out, he has his faults. They are few but still there none the less. However, the few faults he has are worth suffering for the man and father he is.
Something a little different, meet my mom. She is a wonderful, loving, kind, dependable, brave, strong, unselfish person. She makes me proud to call her my hero, best friend and mom. My mother has had some major medical issues to overcome (not going in to) but, thanks to God she has survived them and became a better person because of them. To see all that she has gone through and still find the time and energy to be a part of my boy’s lives, just makes me respect and love her more. You can see how much they love each other just by looking at their faces. I am so glad and so thankful that I have been able to share my children with her. It makes her happy to be with us and me happy just to watch the three of them interact.
Mine, is hidden beneath a wealth of golden blonde hair, bright blues eyes, and possesses a wonderful smile. Joseph is my now three year old. In the photos he had just tuned two. Joseph was born four days early and had a condition with a large name, which in the end meant his intestines had collapsed. He was rushed off to Egalston and into surgery at 15 hours old. We spent almost a month at that amazing hospital, waiting and watching him fight. We knew from the beginning that he was a fighter; he had that look about him. He would grab your finger and you knew his little hand held strength. He can smile and you know that his heart holds so much love and kindness. I don’t know if because of what he went through as a newborn or if it’s just the way he is but each and everyday is a new day to him. He has always had such life and spirit about him. When you look into those eyes, you see a love of life, people and things around him.
Now, with all that also comes an amazing temper, an out spoken nature and unbelievable amount of stubbornness. When he gets mad everyone knows he is mad. He has no problem in telling you or for that matter showing you how mad he is. He can stay mad for a few minuets, several hours, or he has even been known to still be mad about something two or three days later. Good or bad he is still truly a blessing. We are so lucky to have been given such an amazing gift. Now I will share a small piece of him with you all.