tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4975948251298398282024-03-13T23:50:01.495-07:00A View From The MountainSommerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07173085478959089587noreply@blogger.comBlogger334125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-497594825129839828.post-33729899106437618792011-07-22T21:45:00.001-07:002011-07-22T21:49:01.490-07:00A Give Away<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwpqpsnQGwI46jBOKcIwn7Ind5eQilB73jMelWxjt-kjVSRg1f1l0-Kwa2Rd7fCyZhr1DOSTyo8jUmBtJoVRaqKVsbP2VuWlTev1dHLF4rx2J5Y1XneKgTHqXtg3zd-RIRif6w9gzvJ_A/s1600/Lets+Have+Tea.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 286px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwpqpsnQGwI46jBOKcIwn7Ind5eQilB73jMelWxjt-kjVSRg1f1l0-Kwa2Rd7fCyZhr1DOSTyo8jUmBtJoVRaqKVsbP2VuWlTev1dHLF4rx2J5Y1XneKgTHqXtg3zd-RIRif6w9gzvJ_A/s320/Lets+Have+Tea.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632404546118201426" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >My dear, sweet friend Gina is having a little Cottage Give Away over at her blog! I do so hope you will hop on over there and say hello and perhaps enter her little give away.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >You can go<a href="http://by-lantern-light.blogspot.com/2011/07/cottage-giveaway-hospitality.html#comment-form"> HERE</a> to visit :-)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Blessings,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Sommer</span></div>Sommerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07173085478959089587noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-497594825129839828.post-82533943746238672022011-07-16T09:56:00.000-07:002011-07-16T11:05:35.276-07:00Butterfly Love<div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >We love butterflies :-) In our household, if one is seen you can guarantee several children will squeal with delight and go running outside. In our own backyard, we have some lovelies that frequent us...painted ladies, cabbage whites, and some yellow one that resembles a monarch. Such amazing beauty contained in such a small being. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >For science this year, Brenna has been using Apologia's Zoology 1, which focuses on flying creatures. The last lesson of the year is on order Lepodoptera (butterflies, moths, and skippers-also referred to as Leps). So for this lesson we bought a little butterfly home and ordered some Painted Lady caterpillars to raise and watch change. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >What fun! The metamorphosis that Leps go through is such an amazing example of God's perfect design in creation. Truly awesome! We enjoyed watching our caterpillars eat and quadruple in size and then change to their chrysalises. The most difficult thing to actually catch in action was the butterflies coming out of their chrysalises. They do it so quickly!</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiZpjYVPBxG95xRAu_qWevPH0S_Pu0WBLyrHhXn91Xx_tvBwMRk8QPk5uNSXy3Eb4gEpVlHV-JNQEogCNcaNfOdXDN8Gobq-9fQ_jiNx_fu9uWraiEBEBZc6IaA92LEeeL8MO3kuOXWto/s1600/IMG_7660.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiZpjYVPBxG95xRAu_qWevPH0S_Pu0WBLyrHhXn91Xx_tvBwMRk8QPk5uNSXy3Eb4gEpVlHV-JNQEogCNcaNfOdXDN8Gobq-9fQ_jiNx_fu9uWraiEBEBZc6IaA92LEeeL8MO3kuOXWto/s320/IMG_7660.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629999148871686306" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >(Liam looking at one of our painted ladies)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >After enjoying and studying our little friends for a few days, we decided to free them. We had six butterflies(all survived, though one had fallen while in the middle of its final change to chrysalis) and so we enjoyed each one leaving in its own time. Four flew out within a few minutes of us opening our house, but two took their time. Both of these stayed in our yard for most of the afternoon and both allowed us to hold them :-) Now that was awesome!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid2_g31pc63gma5zoAJt744HtIWpbe95Rw_YBaw-RCwm2yvbS8B8Mn6jAd0SKqW7WBreSsmiZzl3tvNjv9sBoDKBZ3uOPR40ay-UM3mF-hQvjgskOUWbsHr-FrodS_iWAYbc9dtDxYq8E/s1600/IMG_7639.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid2_g31pc63gma5zoAJt744HtIWpbe95Rw_YBaw-RCwm2yvbS8B8Mn6jAd0SKqW7WBreSsmiZzl3tvNjv9sBoDKBZ3uOPR40ay-UM3mF-hQvjgskOUWbsHr-FrodS_iWAYbc9dtDxYq8E/s320/IMG_7639.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629999141531806210" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >(Brenna and Liam holding a butterfly)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >The only one that didn't hold our friends was Rowan...I'm thinking she might have been a bit too enthusiastic in her affections ;-) So she watched everyone else hold them and was tickled to see them flutter above her head as they left. There is nothing like watching a two year old's wonder :-)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM8vORY5IcfeTPOjFSDsQwJGjS7QMXN4SmZJYU95ydByB_a0VChg7vyBfD27PTdVcBbXigLgVd3KxboZp6Lxpqq-eU8f6Csj93PkAUgsKckYgXNnZ_loFxyfPVt9WGnWr9XDQkCmAy8Bo/s1600/IMG_7636.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM8vORY5IcfeTPOjFSDsQwJGjS7QMXN4SmZJYU95ydByB_a0VChg7vyBfD27PTdVcBbXigLgVd3KxboZp6Lxpqq-eU8f6Csj93PkAUgsKckYgXNnZ_loFxyfPVt9WGnWr9XDQkCmAy8Bo/s320/IMG_7636.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629999137024666114" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >(Rowan in awe watching Fiona hold a butterfly)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqudZDPtDZg-EDg4k00ajhMGP71fiEDC2NnSq1IArBNrt6AiK_1fLikIZE7X9Dsb17CfKRtlUJnhJd8YK0VmOJ7KBEtlt5eMK2deNTj2cEJwIvmJwA1J8I_3tfaFt1OUldHKX83Vx5FEM/s1600/IMG_7655.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqudZDPtDZg-EDg4k00ajhMGP71fiEDC2NnSq1IArBNrt6AiK_1fLikIZE7X9Dsb17CfKRtlUJnhJd8YK0VmOJ7KBEtlt5eMK2deNTj2cEJwIvmJwA1J8I_3tfaFt1OUldHKX83Vx5FEM/s320/IMG_7655.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629999127083201314" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >(Brenna's patience paid off, such a happy little student!)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihMXFh9Cg9hhCz1jfB1U5-WIY28qunhKtrLrLq9YWmsgNry3Bv4nCdc4odUToevVdlXjAedQBsdEWR9m_J-zbYJ_LAKLVu1t_QQyce2fasB36Q-jn8a5YU6ZpQxj4cTcKQv4ZNJbIGKIc/s1600/IMG_7675.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 302px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihMXFh9Cg9hhCz1jfB1U5-WIY28qunhKtrLrLq9YWmsgNry3Bv4nCdc4odUToevVdlXjAedQBsdEWR9m_J-zbYJ_LAKLVu1t_QQyce2fasB36Q-jn8a5YU6ZpQxj4cTcKQv4ZNJbIGKIc/s320/IMG_7675.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629999123076753906" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >(Resting spot for our little Lep friend~the pomegranate tree)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >I have a feeling that this little project may have bred a love of studying butterflies, moths, and skippers. Could there be a future Lepidopterist in our family? Who knows :-) But I will encourage their love of these beautiful creatures. Truly amazing to watch them start from a caterpillar and become something that looks completely different! I highly recommend doing this little project (homeschooler or not). Your kids(and you!) will love it :-)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >I look forward to doing this again in the future!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >May you have a blessed day and feel the wonder of God's magnificent creation!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Blessings,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Sommer</span></div>Sommerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07173085478959089587noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-497594825129839828.post-42144095069930999302011-07-04T09:36:00.001-07:002011-07-04T10:10:38.995-07:00Happy Independence Day!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzkzmIqylSYkxhP54n9e520rdVDWYKXUeBxG4JpWj894_7A-TPqv-A3xiIyo7ejroComyRvi-vHmum8B8QpqTd6-Ry75IjgzQtLmKjE9AVyV0G-zYxYFQ5MhLRJV6XynfzKqdSkVbrTKI/s1600/Fourth+of+July.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzkzmIqylSYkxhP54n9e520rdVDWYKXUeBxG4JpWj894_7A-TPqv-A3xiIyo7ejroComyRvi-vHmum8B8QpqTd6-Ry75IjgzQtLmKjE9AVyV0G-zYxYFQ5MhLRJV6XynfzKqdSkVbrTKI/s320/Fourth+of+July.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625537476148183170" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Happy Fourth of July dear friends! And what a lovely day it is :-) </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" > I am so glad to be able to live in a country that is free. There are times when I stress and worry the direction in which our country is headed, but I realize, no matter what, it is in God's hands! </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Today, most of all, I think of the men and women that have gone before us to make our country free. I think of what they fought for, what they wanted for this country. Many lost their homes and lives. And today, we stand free because of it. May we be so courageous as our fore fathers!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqBBkIhZyrkTL46Ztw0i9_rZC-PFMBb1HMwMYAKe_WYPP9kbD3H_x7z-WJrXQtufnM7EZRMH-eZ-lNR0c2ZP03us_JZVEZWJuRz_xLh2thotXGNLF0MwEK2iynIv2M5IT6Ss9tpxZpDCw/s1600/Betsy+Ross.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 261px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqBBkIhZyrkTL46Ztw0i9_rZC-PFMBb1HMwMYAKe_WYPP9kbD3H_x7z-WJrXQtufnM7EZRMH-eZ-lNR0c2ZP03us_JZVEZWJuRz_xLh2thotXGNLF0MwEK2iynIv2M5IT6Ss9tpxZpDCw/s320/Betsy+Ross.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625537471483572146" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >And here is a thought from one of those from so long ago:</span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>"The day will be the most memorable in America. I am apt to believe that it will be celebrated by succeeding generations as the great anniversary festival...it ought to be solemnized with pomp and parade...bonfires and illuminations (fireworks) from one end of this continent to the other, from this day forward, forevermore."<br />~John Adams</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >So, with that suggestion, my family tonight will be setting of some illuminations ;-) It will be a first for us because we've not lived in a county that allows fireworks before. But this year...we do :-) Last night, we enjoyed watching our neighbors set some off. We will also be enjoying some time with my parents at their home before hand. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >Have a wonderful day my friends!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >Lots of love,</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >Sommer</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>P.S.: as you can see, I've got my computer and pics back thanks to a great local fellow. I'm thrilled :-)</i></span></span></div></div>Sommerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07173085478959089587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-497594825129839828.post-25318399856621606232011-06-11T09:44:00.000-07:002011-06-11T09:53:33.546-07:00Did you know?<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; "><i>Did you know it is June? It seems I haven't been able to get out of the blogging funk I'm in. Without access to pictures, I feel like my posts are not as "alive". I don't feel as motivated to post when I can't show you the goings on of our home. </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>That being said, we are alive and well! I think the warmer weather has come to stay finally..though the first week of June had a bit of rain. I'm really more of a cool weather person, but it is nice too to see the sunshine and feel its warmth. There is such a stark difference between this time last year and now. Last year we were still in a tiny apartment with no real freedom of movement for anyone, especially 4 healthy, active children. This year...there is little crowding. The children are frequently outside, running and pretending. It is wonderful. I smile as I watch them full of joy outside. As soon as I can I will share some pics of them in the yard...which is mostly foxtails, but still better than no yard!</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>My little garden is thriving and I am excited to see that. Being anything but a green thumb...it pleases me much :-)</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>I should probably give an update on my Mom. She has gotten to feeling much better, but will be restarting her chemo this coming Wednesday. Though they have not found any new cancer, they still want to complete her chemo. So now that she is physically(and mentally) healthy again, they are ready. Please pray for her if you feel led. </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>Well, I hope you are having a wonderful spring/summer where ever you are! I hope to be able to post with more pics again soon. Thank you for bearing with me :-)</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>Lots of love,</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>Sommer</i></span></div>Sommerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07173085478959089587noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-497594825129839828.post-3369552661747668962011-05-08T08:42:00.000-07:002011-05-08T08:44:54.878-07:00Happy Mother's Day!<div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" >Happy Mother's Day!</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" >I pray all of you have a most wonderful day!</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" >Blessings,</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" ></span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" >Sommer </span></b></div>Sommerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07173085478959089587noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-497594825129839828.post-70838809070386796082011-04-29T22:31:00.000-07:002011-04-29T22:56:28.501-07:00The Sun is Out<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >So spring has arrived. Every where I look, new life is popping up. Trees have unfurled new leaves, flowers have bloomed in the fields, birds are chirping and flitting about..eggs hidden in little nests yet to be seen. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >In some areas, there has been snow still recently seen. Here we have had cool temperatures and winds that blast my tree's new leaves about. But, it is still spring! </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >I planted my first ever garden at the beginning of April and already we have begun to see green life shoot up. How exciting it has been for us. Watching creation is a beautiful reminder of God and His glory. I can't possibly look out on my yard or at the birds flying about and not understand that God has put all of this into motion. My skill as a gardener has nothing to do with it, the bird relies upon the instincts God has given him...and we see His glory!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>"For the invisible things of him from the creation of the world are clearly seen, being understood by the things that are made, even his eternal power and Godhead; so that they are without excuse:" ~Romans 1:20 (KJV)</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >So much new has happened in our lives since last summer and yet, life is much the same. The thing that changes is how I respond to it. There is more space and an opportunity to give more to our children now, but yet, I can still miss this if my attitude is the same as it was in our little apartment. I struggle with properly using the blessings God has given me. I know what needs changing, now it is time to do it.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Thank you to those that have prayed for my Mom. She is doing a bit better. She has gained back some of the weight she lost after her first chemo treatment and hopefully she will be able to start treatment again soon. I'm not sure whether that is the best thing, but they want to keep at it. So I will be praying that she will not respond so badly the next time. She is still struggling with some other issues but again, she is better. Please keep her in your prayers if you feel so led. She still needs them.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >I have been spending one afternoon a week with her while my Dad goes and runs errands or just gets some time to himself. Some days, I'm not really in the mood to do this. It is the only full day my husband has off and I miss spending that time with him and the kids. Some times my attitude(usually kept inside) stinks. Sometimes I feel very selfish and cranky. But on reflection afterward, I am so thankful that I take this time for my parents. It has blessed me greatly to help. And so, each Wednesday afternoon I set my heart on the right things and try to be a servant to my parents. When I do this, I feel at peace and I am able to come home refreshed knowing I lifted a little of my parents' burden.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Life is full. God is Awesome. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Blessings to you all my friends!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Sommer </span></div>Sommerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07173085478959089587noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-497594825129839828.post-20251470058200965242011-02-26T13:33:00.000-08:002011-02-26T14:08:16.983-08:00Quick Hello and Update<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); "><i>Hello my dear friends! I'm woefully over due for an update and I do apologize. Life has been a bit busy and stressful as of late. </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); "><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); "><i>I believe I mentioned in my last post that my Mom was going in for surgery to discover what the mass was that they had found in an ultrasound they'd done. She went in early in January and had a total hysterectomy and they found that the mass was cancer. They were fairly certain that they removed all of the cancer but they chose to go ahead with chemo as well. To state the obvious...we were all upset by this news and it has been emotional and stressful for all of us. </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); "><i>Mom started her chemo a month ago and has been unwell since. She has a lot of allergies(food) and seems to be even more sensitive since beginning chemo. We are praying that she feels better soon and that her next round of chemo will go more comfortably. </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); "><i>On top of this, they are moving up here! Today! Of course this is good news but also a stresser for everyone as we try to make it smooth and free of problems. I can praise God that we have help here in the form of new friends and that because I live here, I was able to take care of some things for them ahead of time. I love this little town and feel blessed to know such loving, godly and generous folks :-)</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); "><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); "><i>All these things have been hard to deal with in some ways. But it was made harder by some of our own personal difficulties. Life is never just as we expect and if you expect that things are going to be rosie all of a sudden...well, you might get a bit disappointed ;-) We are well, but financial issues certainly plague us and we are trying to find ways to cut back and make ends meet. I trust the Lord for His provision(which we have already seen in different ways), but some days I just feel despair. </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); "><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); "><i>If you feel led please say a prayer for us...for any or all of these new trials. Please keep my dear Mom and Dad in your prayers too...it has been and still is a scary time for us all.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); "><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC0000;">"Peace I leave with you, my peace I give unto you: not as the world giveth, give I unto you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid." ~John 14:27</span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC0000;"><br /></span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC0000;">"God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble. Therefore will not we fear, though the earth be removed, and though the mountains be carried into the midst of the sea;" ~Psalm 46:1-2</span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC0000;"><br /></span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;">But before I leave you with only sorrows and worry...we have had some good moments :-) My eldest daughter had her 11th birthday and my son turned 4! The time has zipped by and it makes me long for things to slow down. They are both such wonderful kids.</span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;"><br /></span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;">For Fiona's birthday we bought her a guinea pig. She had been saving for some time for one and we thought that she showed a lot of responsibility and decided to buy the guinea pig for her. She is a sweet little thing named Rosetta. I would share pictures, but my computer is not functioning and I am using Dan's laptop...hence, no pics :-(</span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;"><br /></span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;">We also added one other member to our family...a wonderful dog named Duke :-) He is a saluki and we love him to bits. No doubt if you are my friend on facebook...you've seen him :-) It is such a treat to have a dog! Dan and I have wanted one for a very long time.</span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;"><br /></span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;">Well, there still may be long breaks between posts here, but I will try to get on here more if I can. I hope all my dear friends are well! </span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;"><br /></span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;">Lots of love,</span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;">Sommer</span></i></span></div>Sommerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07173085478959089587noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-497594825129839828.post-89370425733035228092011-01-01T10:52:00.000-08:002011-01-01T13:50:57.352-08:00A New Year Begins<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS27zRf7jPMaaqIuogP64UnvNAnF6amN4WzfpFwiqbpd_nhmFCAGsZ8vs3TN63qss_In6Jkzg5Rs11nhet9NwavtYItAFD8RvTTHe5925Y0z2ULIFNKH_XiEU1pcIEfjpZnJ_LBw1fCqA/s1600/A-Happy-Family-I.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS27zRf7jPMaaqIuogP64UnvNAnF6amN4WzfpFwiqbpd_nhmFCAGsZ8vs3TN63qss_In6Jkzg5Rs11nhet9NwavtYItAFD8RvTTHe5925Y0z2ULIFNKH_XiEU1pcIEfjpZnJ_LBw1fCqA/s320/A-Happy-Family-I.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557293122198240930" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>So it is January 1st 2011. 2010 seems to have sped by so quickly, I really can't believe it! When I was a child and in school, the year would move sluggishly along(summer vacation/Christmas was ever so far away!)...but as an adult, I find that the years move increasingly quicker and my children grow so fast. Some days, I wish time would slow down just a bit for me so that I can truly savor each day.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>Each year brings its own joys, blessings, and difficulties. 2010 was really no different. We have had joyous birthday celebrations, my brother has been sober for more than 6 months and has called Christ his savior, and we've bought and moved into our very first house...swiftly becoming a home :-) There have been challenges too...in May my dear Rowan had to be taken to the emergency because she was choking and then had a procedure to remove the object(a blade of grass lodged in her larynx). Praise God for His mercy and protection of her. And always there are financial challenges that seem to dog us regularly.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>Despite the challenges...2010 has been a most blessed year! I am thankful for a God that is sovereign and sitting on His throne. Life without Him would be bleak indeed.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>No doubt 2011 will come with its own challenges...but mixed, thankfully, with its own blessings. This month already has its concerns placed before us. In about 2 weeks my Mom will be going in for surgery to remove a suspicious mass. We do not know yet whether it is cancer or not, but there is that possibility. My Mom and I have been "bossom friends" since I was but 8 and my heart aches as we wait. </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>But with that, I know there will be days full of joy and blessings. My husband and children provide me with that frequently :-)</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>We will continue to eek by and be thankful, joyful, and prayerful. I really don't like to make official resolutions or goals..though perhaps I should. I do have some personal(and this may also include my family) goals/desires that I've been thinking on though. I'd like to share them, so that perhaps I can look back to remind myself where my heart was on the first day of 2011:</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i><b>My prayers for 2011</b></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i><b><br /></b></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>~That I will glorify God in all I do...at home and outside of the home.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>~That I will be a more loving wife, mother, daughter, sister, and friend.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>~I would like to be more consistent and diligent in my time with the Lord and in prayer.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>~I want to find ways to be a better steward of the money/tools God has provided us through my husband's work and other means.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>~I would like to be more consistent and diligent in my homekeeping, so as to glorify God in what I do and to be a better example to my children.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>~I plan for us to get into a better chore schedule.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>~I want to snuggle and laugh more with my kids.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>~I want to have more special time with my hubby..my best friend :-)</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>~I want to make more time for my hobbies(sewing, knitting and learning more).</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>Perhaps one will call this a list of resolutions...and maybe they really are. My main goal here is to remind myself of the important things and the things that I realize need changing. May the Lord bless me with the desire, diligence, and love that all this will require!</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i><b>Happy New Year dear friends! May God bless you greatly in 2011!!!!</b></i></span></div>Sommerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07173085478959089587noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-497594825129839828.post-85754151283309005852010-12-23T14:58:00.000-08:002010-12-24T23:06:31.441-08:00Merry Christmas To All My Friends!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZnbb4664SHshSa-ajKgxZQhyphenhyphenvKtDWvro7b8fZwp9ZoMm9_Nu34zP6IixNuTOogq_vY3qcsT8E6LL7M98M0x_iMYEyffD8_vPPJuDcBmJkGUSyedTZa_cMlx-2A8lzTFcyb2FXHZmTJJ0/s1600/The+Stocking.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 185px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZnbb4664SHshSa-ajKgxZQhyphenhyphenvKtDWvro7b8fZwp9ZoMm9_Nu34zP6IixNuTOogq_vY3qcsT8E6LL7M98M0x_iMYEyffD8_vPPJuDcBmJkGUSyedTZa_cMlx-2A8lzTFcyb2FXHZmTJJ0/s320/The+Stocking.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554314123828729506" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" >Merry Christmas dear friends!! May the Lord bless you richly and my your day be full of joy!</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>Let me just leave you with one last quote from By The Shores of Silver Lake...</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>' "Well," Pa said. "It's the first Christmas dinner anybody ever ate in this part of the country. I'm glad it was a good one. In time to come, no doubt a good many folks will celebrate Christmas around here, and I expect they'll have fancier fixings in some ways, but I don't know how they can have more solid comfort than we've got, for a fact." '</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>' "Every Christmas is better than the Christmas before," Laura thought. "I guess it must be because I'm growing up." '</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" >Lots of love,</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" >Sommer</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Sommerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07173085478959089587noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-497594825129839828.post-2797666791608881672010-12-22T09:59:00.000-08:002010-12-22T22:53:23.887-08:00Christmas on Plum Creek<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9UPehdtXGXzkcfGTyL29LACRjF9iljfTGKnt574yR7q9v4Rla9PyGjDnxGnr0v8HN7QNRQq1CytINz5VZ45UHobdBueEyfQj6uZnntF4vc8OhS716dDJ_UEkl97WI-Dw4LCdXFtddJdM/s1600/Sewell-On-the-Banks-of-Plum-Creek.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9UPehdtXGXzkcfGTyL29LACRjF9iljfTGKnt574yR7q9v4Rla9PyGjDnxGnr0v8HN7QNRQq1CytINz5VZ45UHobdBueEyfQj6uZnntF4vc8OhS716dDJ_UEkl97WI-Dw4LCdXFtddJdM/s320/Sewell-On-the-Banks-of-Plum-Creek.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553568106578176002" /></a>On the Banks of Plum Creek has three different Christmases in it. Each are wonderful.<div><br /></div><div>I love the selflessness of Laura and Mary in putting aside their own desires for Christmas and coming together to wish for horses for Pa. They knew the horses would be useful and in the end it gave Laura happiness to wish that for Pa.</div><div><br /></div><div>Later we see the family joining others from town at the church for Christmas festivities. What a special treat that night was. And the surprise of the Christmas tree and all the gifts on and under it had to have been amazing.</div><div><br /></div><div>"Laura was too excited to speak. She squeezed Mary's hand tighter and tighter, and she looked up at Ma, wanting so much to know what that was. Ma smiled down at her and answered, "That is a Christmas tree, girls. Do you think it pretty?" </div><div><br /></div><div>They could not answer. They nodded while they kept on looking at that wonderful tree."</div><div><br /></div><div>But my favorite Christmas in the book is the one that happens just after the Long Blizzard. For days they are not sure where Pa is. He could have stayed in town, but perhaps he is lost in the blizzard! Those days were long and difficult. But then, Pa came home! He was safe and all of a sudden they realized it was going to be Christmas.</div><div><br /></div><div>"Laura patted Jack's furry smooth forehead and scratched his ears for him, and then with both hands she gave his head a quick, happy squeeze. Everything was so good. Grasshoppers were gone, and next year Pa could harvest wheat. Tomorrow was Christmas with oyster stew for dinner. There would be no presents and no candy, but Laura could not think of anything she wanted and she was so glad that the Christmas candy had helped to bring Pa safe home again.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">"Supper is ready," Ma said in her gentle voice.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Pa laid the fiddle in its box. He stood up and looked around at them all. His blue eyes shone at them. "Look, Caroline," he said, "how Laura's eyes</div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieLHIz8jlLVBlT4MLxvKT9TQH-FSBUMvi-z2IQkJVT0DnNlgoaKDJ4zruHGaUmYifozv4m3yM4MwFiQA7v3w8vw588FJfvnZnrDjP9Uyy-7eHGYMIPRdsc-G4oPs4dY8r64KjB3BU9hT4/s320/Garth+Williams+Plum+Creek.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 210px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553568230950737250" />are shining." " <div><br /></div><div>What finer gift could they have, but to have Pa home and to know that they are all together, safe and sound.</div><div><br /></div><div>I look forward to this Saturday, as my parents, my brother, and his fiancee come up to spend Christmas with us. It has been a while since we were all able to spend Christmas together. It will be special because we will all be together under one roof again...celebrating and reminiscing :-)</div><div><br /></div><div>Lots of love,</div><div>Sommer</div>Sommerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07173085478959089587noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-497594825129839828.post-15891584082469313672010-12-22T09:28:00.000-08:002010-12-22T09:59:03.407-08:00A Few Current Pictures...<div style="text-align: center;"><i>My dear friend, Pat, asked that I share some recent pictures of the kids :-)</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>I am happy to oblige! I'm not sure if I mentioned it here, but my sweet little man, Liam, looks even more so like a little man! The day before Thanksgiving I decided it was time to cut his amazing curly hair. It had gotten very long and unruly...so, a little man cut was needed.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>I think he looks quite dashing :-)</i></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8QuTS6O9KCnjZB-b2Zp-GSYDWc3mhqrgJEjf8U-8QXguefFpmgubJ3HIpsnM0AX7aNWLts6MnxF28I6t0b8lB_VgBWOTUS5wMk9pHKrlrvEiUbcan3p6Zhot5Pjm7myEuC0oQkRecQqg/s1600/030.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8QuTS6O9KCnjZB-b2Zp-GSYDWc3mhqrgJEjf8U-8QXguefFpmgubJ3HIpsnM0AX7aNWLts6MnxF28I6t0b8lB_VgBWOTUS5wMk9pHKrlrvEiUbcan3p6Zhot5Pjm7myEuC0oQkRecQqg/s320/030.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553560862276327602" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >(Liam with his newly built cathedral.)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Here is Miss Brenna. My lovely, compassionate and very passionate 8 year old! She is now reading...though she is still uncertain of her skills. Mama is very proud though :-)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht79YL4v012lqVlr44XeFQ5tWAPCrTY7LQUVZNUhZOZe0ccfs7TIjmu1Fj53OnGf7piIE7xl5tZhRuIS8uTvvDOH6wgvj0e1kbHDkq6P0a1dPom2BZxx06zKuIz0SRwONStdRSL2QcVxg/s1600/003.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 166px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht79YL4v012lqVlr44XeFQ5tWAPCrTY7LQUVZNUhZOZe0ccfs7TIjmu1Fj53OnGf7piIE7xl5tZhRuIS8uTvvDOH6wgvj0e1kbHDkq6P0a1dPom2BZxx06zKuIz0SRwONStdRSL2QcVxg/s320/003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553560860291241986" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">And here are my youngest and eldest...Rowan is now 20months and a beautiful, vibrant little girl. She has a limited vocabulary, but she most definitely lets us know if she wants something or if she is not a happy camper ;-)</div><div style="text-align: center;">Fiona will be 11 next month...how can that be!? She is a wonderful helper...loving, friendly and outgoing. I have been able to more and more rely upon her for aide(even Brenna is a big help to me now!) and know that in most things I can trust her to do what I need.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDRj2Dv_YkOzd4beyHQ4ikw-dx5lQwYTo4mJD4gncCwmkaQylRZICvOPrOgp0rhyphenhyphenZg0J1PG7V_KVjhn_qLb0yb2Q9MtwXITlQHfyeRbTFKiAhp9xLdTlyuJFz3OZ6c2GLuv929NOHmlQE/s1600/046.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDRj2Dv_YkOzd4beyHQ4ikw-dx5lQwYTo4mJD4gncCwmkaQylRZICvOPrOgp0rhyphenhyphenZg0J1PG7V_KVjhn_qLb0yb2Q9MtwXITlQHfyeRbTFKiAhp9xLdTlyuJFz3OZ6c2GLuv929NOHmlQE/s320/046.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553560855229477314" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">These children are a bright light in my life. I am so grateful that the Lord saw fit to bless us with such dear children. Each day is interesting, and to be true, can be challenging as well. But I wouldn't trade a day with my children for anything. The fact that I have been a Mama for almost 11 years kind of startles me. Can it be so? And can I really be so impatient? Ha! I strive to be a good example to them and know that I fail regularly, but I hope that when I don't fail they are soaking it in. I hope to some day let fly these little arrows, so that they can make their mark to glorify God and shine His Light throughout our world! May each day bring me closer to the mother they need and may each day bring them closer to the man or woman God would have them be!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Lots of love,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sommer</div>Sommerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07173085478959089587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-497594825129839828.post-27929709879218367292010-12-21T10:12:00.001-08:002010-12-21T10:55:27.573-08:00Christmas in Indian Territory<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGKPkCPtAsoZ0sjs53pJ6GxAHqsZpI59w8nRPDZuLZOYuhGwTATpl4325ur2koKpYlez9uxaFjuVakkOsvbrvr_F52Lz9WUQZd50ZJt4CStHka56B0KxCJvwuxkt_s4rH18-96ypvsZ6s/s1600/little+house+on+the+prairie+2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGKPkCPtAsoZ0sjs53pJ6GxAHqsZpI59w8nRPDZuLZOYuhGwTATpl4325ur2koKpYlez9uxaFjuVakkOsvbrvr_F52Lz9WUQZd50ZJt4CStHka56B0KxCJvwuxkt_s4rH18-96ypvsZ6s/s320/little+house+on+the+prairie+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553200228721107186" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>This is the first Christmas where we see Laura's family wondering how they will have a happy Christmas. The despair we see in Laura knowing that there is no way Christmas can happen is heartbreaking, but more so is the helplessness that Ma and Pa seem to have.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>***</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>"After supper that night they washed their hands and faces, buttoned their red-flannel nightgowns, tied their night-cap strings, and soberly said their prayers. They lay down in bed and pulled the covers up. <b>It did not seem at all like Christmas time.</b></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i><b><br /></b></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i><b>Pa and Ma sat silent by the fire.</b> After a while Ma asked why Pa didn't play the fiddle, and <b>he said, "I don't seem to have the heart to, Caroline." "</b></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>"After a longer while, Ma suddenly stood up. "I'm going to hang up your stockings, girls, " she said. "Maybe something will happen."</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>Laura's heart jumped. But then she thought again of the creek and <b>she knew nothing could happen.</b>"</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>***</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>As a child, I never understood this despair. We never had much, but if my parents ever felt this helplessness, they did not show it. But, now as an adult and most especially as a parent...I have felt this helplessness. I know Christmas isn't about the gifts under the tree or in the stockings...but it is such a horrible feeling knowing that you can't afford even a few gifts or maybe not even the tree! We have had several Christmases recently where we could not afford a tree and we could not really buy much of anything(including what would be used for mama-made gifts). So, as I read this section or other sections in later Little House books now, I can sit in Ma and Pa's seat and KNOW what they felt that night.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>But...there is always a way :-)</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>***</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>"She sat down again by the fire and Laura almost went to sleep. She woke up a little when she heard Pa say, "You've only made it worse, Caroline." And she thought she heard Ma say: <b>"No, Charles. There's the white sugar."</b></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i><b><br /></b></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>***</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>And then there is the love shown by neighbors and family. Just when one thinks there is no way and that things will be depressingly meager...He provides! How many parents have been blessed by an unknown giver? Someone decides to send a card with money for food, or gifts or they find a bag/box of presents for the children, left anonymously on their porch? This is such a beautiful gift from our Lord. And I think I learn to love Mr. Edwards in this particular section simply for his selfless giving. He is a true neighbor!</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>***</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>"It was too big a risk, Edwards," Pa said. "We're glad you're here, but that was too big a risk for a Christmas dinner."</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>"Your little ones had to have a Christmas," Mr. Edwards replied. "No creek could stop me, after I fetched them their gifts from Independence."</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>***</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>The most beautiful, scraggly ol' wild cat :-)</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i><b>"That was a happy Christmas."</b></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i><b><br /></b></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>And I don't think it was because they got so very much...but the selfless love shown by one man...makes me think of the selfless love shown by our beautiful Lord. </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>Lots of love,</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>Sommer</i></span></div>Sommerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07173085478959089587noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-497594825129839828.post-41927711923849187382010-12-19T22:15:00.000-08:002010-12-20T09:31:54.705-08:00A Big Woods Christmas<blockquote></blockquote><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnrF3MbDQuI7EuRA9Do1N_RK8OD0iCWK1-3hEiIZNiZs1wlUHtQ810XK42IjnScEjhD3Ft1sRHZntBQ_NlJjncFXKL7ewLFDfFpwvyzBEv1GMrz5noKvjdPR7jUtoMZY4xbW2lg9RvOT0/s1600/little.house.in.the.big.woods.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnrF3MbDQuI7EuRA9Do1N_RK8OD0iCWK1-3hEiIZNiZs1wlUHtQ810XK42IjnScEjhD3Ft1sRHZntBQ_NlJjncFXKL7ewLFDfFpwvyzBEv1GMrz5noKvjdPR7jUtoMZY4xbW2lg9RvOT0/s320/little.house.in.the.big.woods.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552644294975417266" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>For my first little sharing of favorite Little House Christmases, I am sharing one from </i>Little House in the Big Woods<i>. One of the biggest differences about this particular Christmas (from what I see)is that the Ingalls family is at its most well-off. They have an established home with plenty, both from garden and woods. They are not lacking anything. They are surrounded by family...their immediate and extended family. All are well and really, I'm sure they felt very happy that Christmas. </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Despite their plenty...they still had a simple Christmas. The food and love was the most abundant. </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>This Christmas is one that I've always used to compare the later Christmases recorded by Laura to. So many other Christmases were during very difficult times...and yet, there was still such joy.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>So, let me share:</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><blockquote></blockquote><blockquote></blockquote></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i></i></span></div><blockquote><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>"In each stocking there was a pair of bright red mittens, and there was a long, flat stick of red-and-white-striped peppermint candy, all beautifully notched along each side.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>They were all so happy they could hardly speak at first. They just looked with shining eyes at those lovely Christmas presents. But Laura was happiest of all. Laura had a rag doll."</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>"She was so beautiful that Laura could not say a word. She just held her tight and forgot everything else. She did not know that everyone was looking at her, till Aunt Eliza said: "Did you ever see such big eyes!""</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>"Laura sat down on the edge of the bed and held her doll. She loved her red mittens and she loved the candy, but she loved her doll best of all. She named her Charlotte."</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>"In just a little while the merry sound of the bells was gone, and Christmas was over. But what a happy Christmas it had been!"</i></span></div></blockquote><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Lots of love,</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Sommer</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i></i></span></div>Sommerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07173085478959089587noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-497594825129839828.post-45605251126057052082010-12-19T20:34:00.000-08:002010-12-19T21:41:45.375-08:00Christmas Corners<div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>It's Christmas time! What a wonderful time of year! I hope all of my friends are having a blessed and joy filled holiday season. </i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Obviously we've been quite busy here...or I would no doubt have posted sooner than almost two months since the last post! As usual, I am sorry for the long absence. </i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>With a new home and town, we are having to find new traditions and ways to celebrate the birth of our Lord. It has been a little tough dropping old traditions, but fun too, to see what is here.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Mostly, we've stuck to the home. This year we haven't gone to any local things, but I hope to next year. We did enjoy making candy with our new homeschooling friends and of course have had fun making our traditional Sugar Cookies :-) Christmas music has been playing in the background and decorations have gone up.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>One of the newest things for us has been lights on the house! Dan and I have lived in apartments all our married life until this year...so we've never put lights up on the outside..well, not even on the inside for that matter ;-) But we both felt the desire to have them on the house...so last Thursday(I know, late...) my dear, sweet, darling of a hubby set them up. We only did the front of the house and they are just a simple strand of white lights...but I LOVE them! I love the simplicity of them...just right :-) I just realized that this shot is a tad blurry..but I still think it gives the feel of the house at night :-)</i></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyzdHpwEXboyjzTcRbo0z-ChIJ9mUejOHkHc_aeILX7s7sfVXXR-83OCqOrgiG1chUHGwCz1HFYHzcxucWdi25nbiQAToiPeuKhgv1OtnUGnFFgr550KJWX6WG1CH_t2wvUpr34ZvXs8Y/s1600/010.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyzdHpwEXboyjzTcRbo0z-ChIJ9mUejOHkHc_aeILX7s7sfVXXR-83OCqOrgiG1chUHGwCz1HFYHzcxucWdi25nbiQAToiPeuKhgv1OtnUGnFFgr550KJWX6WG1CH_t2wvUpr34ZvXs8Y/s320/010.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552619598717971186" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Of course, it just wouldn't feel like home if we weren't able to put out the little decorations. I've gone about it slowly, but I finally finished putting everything out last week. We are still surrounded by moving boxes and haven't finalized where everything will end up in the future...but I like how most things turned out. </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUaT0ICx3sS0I3gwtHrxlDgJHZHkbIqtwWOF9vW1D8-yrx30-1M0s3nf6psuQsGgHC5FZKs4JJWIynSyL_wZWIlQbuOD4U6NT5LoUw7pkDozdiMGjFY0lbnOooGBprzAsiGkdej53y81I/s1600/023.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUaT0ICx3sS0I3gwtHrxlDgJHZHkbIqtwWOF9vW1D8-yrx30-1M0s3nf6psuQsGgHC5FZKs4JJWIynSyL_wZWIlQbuOD4U6NT5LoUw7pkDozdiMGjFY0lbnOooGBprzAsiGkdej53y81I/s320/023.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552619593620844770" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>This is our front entry way...we have a large wreath outside on our door, but this little one graces our inside. You can also see a few of our snowflakes hanging from the entry that we made and our stockings(these are the ones that I made a year or so ago) and our advent calendar.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsP0G0-yQW93mp1U2M3RYGMLgpUKt0_i-yB7oKDmwSTDDU0l-FvdjjvpvwWdEDwF7vybKOW9TWxG6slpkwnOTlN-63bHK4gR_5uYeamPqF8IRj-ZVe8iYc7v4QKlY56v-4KC_Xd8UrtJI/s1600/014.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 286px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsP0G0-yQW93mp1U2M3RYGMLgpUKt0_i-yB7oKDmwSTDDU0l-FvdjjvpvwWdEDwF7vybKOW9TWxG6slpkwnOTlN-63bHK4gR_5uYeamPqF8IRj-ZVe8iYc7v4QKlY56v-4KC_Xd8UrtJI/s320/014.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552619586199598898" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLNKPtxmqOoVyf6fyK1MIk9_i1zKzdYM9d5szv4587KRvC4vU1yI8Y16BTWmQrmiHvlScB4h2Tc0PzUEdPnfDFpIzAg7xzJ2DEx4Pc3LQIG6G4Auyh8PMMaRUUfp8nEjAuaLVaItfMK0g/s1600/020.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLNKPtxmqOoVyf6fyK1MIk9_i1zKzdYM9d5szv4587KRvC4vU1yI8Y16BTWmQrmiHvlScB4h2Tc0PzUEdPnfDFpIzAg7xzJ2DEx4Pc3LQIG6G4Auyh8PMMaRUUfp8nEjAuaLVaItfMK0g/s320/020.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552619583024475986" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>The other thing we enjoyed doing this year(something we have wanted to do since having children) is to take a trip to a Christmas Tree farm and we cut down our own tree. What fun...though it decided to start pouring while we were out there. It is the biggest tree we've ever had and a lovely(though crooked) one!</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjms-LzOb4Jmzh6IgpGeLGG-c-848XafKzYeCvuqmUyJu-zi7ZwYSkE9SDd9Fih38sEUvGk7r8iwxblfZLaxxvU0nuy1O1EgQafMvjei2e71MeWkmTGgxnxredby00dgmHSpuHfgNxJ3ds/s1600/040.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjms-LzOb4Jmzh6IgpGeLGG-c-848XafKzYeCvuqmUyJu-zi7ZwYSkE9SDd9Fih38sEUvGk7r8iwxblfZLaxxvU0nuy1O1EgQafMvjei2e71MeWkmTGgxnxredby00dgmHSpuHfgNxJ3ds/s320/040.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552619577076423538" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>It was such a blessing to put out all of our ornaments this year. The last two or three Christmases we could not afford a tree or didn't have the space...so this was just sweet!</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>As you can see, Rowan is loving this. She has been such a good girl about not touching the tree since after the second day of having it. But she likes to look at the ornaments and point them out...especially the Winnie the Pooh ones :-)</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>The funny thing about this season...it doesn't matter how much you have or don't have, as long as you remember the great gift we received so many years ago and that we never deserved it. And that the love we show others...family, friends, or strangers...is but a shadow of the love God has for us, His children. Too often I feel lost in the busyness of the season...and then one of my sweet children run off with scissors and tape...to lovingly hide one more gift...and it just slows down and the simplicity I love so much is once again seen. The simplicity of love and grace and mercy.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>I desire this week to share each day a snippet from my favorite Little House on the Prairie Christmases. These books have always clearly shown me a view of Christmas...well, life really...that I wish to have for my family. Contentment with little, joy in the difficult and love of family...beautiful to me every time I read these books. So I hope you will enjoy my little sharings as we head towards Christmas.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Lots of love,</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Sommer</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>*edited to add: I just changed the poem in my Poetry Corner on the right to suit the season :-)</i></span></div>Sommerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07173085478959089587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-497594825129839828.post-78775503827417618062010-10-24T20:20:00.001-07:002010-10-24T21:22:04.323-07:00I AM here :-)<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Well, we've been officially moved in to our home for almost two months! Wow...that is just really awesome to say. So sorry for the gap in posting, but we've been trying to settle in and unpack and start back in the groove of school. We've settled in and I think we are back in the groove for school...but unpacked? No, we are still living out of boxes and there are quite a few things sitting in the garage, just waiting to see the light of day once again...such as my sewing stuff! I know it will all fall into place soon enough...so no worries :-)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >So what <i>have</i> we been up to? Oh, so much really...</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6tiEWavxxovkMakMbHHR6B-A6eJrIWt2nQXEfUkxc3PMJwWIkZmCVp5He3agEDeQItin6IlKGWABNg0voR_porafJ9M3BN8TItTKb8KhnzRbSpxulXRS7Pl8fipJYLwDuaWoYdgWOfLI/s1600/009.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6tiEWavxxovkMakMbHHR6B-A6eJrIWt2nQXEfUkxc3PMJwWIkZmCVp5He3agEDeQItin6IlKGWABNg0voR_porafJ9M3BN8TItTKb8KhnzRbSpxulXRS7Pl8fipJYLwDuaWoYdgWOfLI/s320/009.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531820856051497554" /></a><br /><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">The kids and I enjoyed harvesting the fruit from our Pomegranate tree. We've made pomegranate slushies and plan on making jelly as soon as I get some canning tools. My hubby and I enjoyed a lovely Pomegranate Mojito too...yum! </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgua78uv9wk96eFjAcF1h2YXTD3ceCwjddz9jcKuWK7lXMLqHuBzKtikUrENY5IyFdXwus84ed258o53O1Ey2EcbmBPMRCJbYBdCE-NxF1ywKwSrVbpS7Zda0o84GJpTz8HWQKgEkCNJ1w/s1600/003.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgua78uv9wk96eFjAcF1h2YXTD3ceCwjddz9jcKuWK7lXMLqHuBzKtikUrENY5IyFdXwus84ed258o53O1Ey2EcbmBPMRCJbYBdCE-NxF1ywKwSrVbpS7Zda0o84GJpTz8HWQKgEkCNJ1w/s320/003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531820852863376082" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">We've also had a few things repaired and have had a landscaper come out and plan with us about our yards. That has been fun. Though we really wanted to be able to get our backyard and our front yard fixed up right away, we found that we could only afford to do it in steps. So the first step was our front yard and it is so nice to see it coming up green and lush :-) </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">We are still enjoying our backyard and finding much to appreciate in it...</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">The sunset just before a storm was coming in. Lovely!</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeOS3oajSe38yPWETFOgU7FRnGRQ_n-beayCnw4NkfnOk8aXv9KAUbfZWnstMZhY3C1yJQja9XXO9dbgEvC6H2cEVcCjoG4D76MqjlSABbTJNcl3ZkrlDjmumi1U9Peeb7pfimJygedCU/s1600/121.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeOS3oajSe38yPWETFOgU7FRnGRQ_n-beayCnw4NkfnOk8aXv9KAUbfZWnstMZhY3C1yJQja9XXO9dbgEvC6H2cEVcCjoG4D76MqjlSABbTJNcl3ZkrlDjmumi1U9Peeb7pfimJygedCU/s320/121.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531820833268350018" /></a><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">The kids have been enjoying the space in our yard for running, jumping and playing. Liam has been practicing his ball throwing too :-)</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT3BIvVkxwuo4Xucgyuljt4hbIN2lSKniDVnns2pRKPiw5REh11WtT2wwnKxwoGmdVGB-M0cxzAAhzt7qTPfMQqSmG5aalozww-j0put9l0sXqCwT2rV8IKgk9rjtcoucYX3Yj68ntyzo/s1600/025.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT3BIvVkxwuo4Xucgyuljt4hbIN2lSKniDVnns2pRKPiw5REh11WtT2wwnKxwoGmdVGB-M0cxzAAhzt7qTPfMQqSmG5aalozww-j0put9l0sXqCwT2rV8IKgk9rjtcoucYX3Yj68ntyzo/s320/025.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531820830761490114" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">We also have been enjoying observing the many birds in our yard...Western Scrub Jays, Mocking Birds, White-Crowned Sparrows, House Sparrows and a few finches. The bird life around this area is amazing! Not to mention the other creatures...Tule Elk, Muskrat, Fox and unfortunately...black widows and mosquitoes! Blech!</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Life is falling into place here and we find that each day is glorious. Sure there are things that go wrong...attitudes aren't always happy and frustration occurs, the clutter is occasionally appearing and the floor needs sweeping...but oh, there is such an amazing feeling of joy and contentment...yes, contentment :-)</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">And, we are finding a little time to dance amidst all the day to day :-)</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUWnuBwBYUodMoP4JlemLuvlL7IFqtILCbod9RljlUNIKAem9LCRSY_bwkHXK4UR5XYaXAt1Mvx2nfY5_EwLhlQdeD62Y1OK8VgNcmQSXgQetqwtQCBLmVl0LprCjTcKbVytKSsKvaLww/s1600/008.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUWnuBwBYUodMoP4JlemLuvlL7IFqtILCbod9RljlUNIKAem9LCRSY_bwkHXK4UR5XYaXAt1Mvx2nfY5_EwLhlQdeD62Y1OK8VgNcmQSXgQetqwtQCBLmVl0LprCjTcKbVytKSsKvaLww/s320/008.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531820822182868562" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Blessings,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Sommer</span></div>Sommerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07173085478959089587noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-497594825129839828.post-61492220224441519602010-08-24T13:18:00.001-07:002010-08-24T13:31:54.677-07:00The Day is Upon Us!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgchttEjAJjztI-ybOwMNPHudhYDUA-KQWsEEkjFQ9GUYb1Pza0_1pYxkO5BjWB9WBcDHwZHvGJU4MvtYvBRkwDgqZDIVwZnpWup_yKEgEAzNo1Wi0NtE7I9p7PXVCXkDM_nd5TB9e12DE/s1600/078.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgchttEjAJjztI-ybOwMNPHudhYDUA-KQWsEEkjFQ9GUYb1Pza0_1pYxkO5BjWB9WBcDHwZHvGJU4MvtYvBRkwDgqZDIVwZnpWup_yKEgEAzNo1Wi0NtE7I9p7PXVCXkDM_nd5TB9e12DE/s320/078.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509074370774590866" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#003333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i>Last Monday, we signed the closing papers...Friday, we were told that the keys were ours and the house was officially ours! Such a blissful feeling indeed!</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#003333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#003333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i>We'd already been packing some, but we began packing in earnest as soon as we heard that and today...I am making a final push to pack up our many belongings. Wow...how does one acquire so much?</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#003333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#003333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i>We move tomorrow. We hired movers...with 4 kids and a long drive, we decided this was best. I'm so glad we did. </i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#003333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW2BT8p-z-kj1PHQzVa_0XLMqLzYo5AWFj3K8Rg1UKKoVFeY9CklPtNhDXiMPyem63mTLIcmryP9OrLjNThYa2otv7R9FjtJ9OgFXGLUkQil-udh_Qwo-Cbq7TUPJtBuw7ycCY9AsZlRY/s1600/115.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW2BT8p-z-kj1PHQzVa_0XLMqLzYo5AWFj3K8Rg1UKKoVFeY9CklPtNhDXiMPyem63mTLIcmryP9OrLjNThYa2otv7R9FjtJ9OgFXGLUkQil-udh_Qwo-Cbq7TUPJtBuw7ycCY9AsZlRY/s320/115.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509074352347212210" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i>As we get settled I will share more. On top of unpacking, I need to sit down and finish planning out our school year and then get going with it. We will be starting much later than usual but that is okay...we look forward to starting our year in a new home!</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i>I may be a way from here for a few days, but I will be back as soon as can be and I look forward to sharing views of our life again with you:-)</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i>Blessings,</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i>Sommer</i></span></span></div>Sommerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07173085478959089587noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-497594825129839828.post-43526446708582616652010-08-06T14:03:00.000-07:002010-08-06T14:20:56.848-07:00Anticipation<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpf2VuWowDQIgLpqvQSlnye-IsJQyhma4imm8akCbY20M9kzKrWNN4EVjFGuhbJ0s-Jmp22VT1rW9Juzw1K5I70UyDA_jUU4XFrw_yE3RAHYYMiQ3IqahKaIbX2w2042TD52uwBjvDdU4/s1600/Waiting+for+the+Postman.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpf2VuWowDQIgLpqvQSlnye-IsJQyhma4imm8akCbY20M9kzKrWNN4EVjFGuhbJ0s-Jmp22VT1rW9Juzw1K5I70UyDA_jUU4XFrw_yE3RAHYYMiQ3IqahKaIbX2w2042TD52uwBjvDdU4/s320/Waiting+for+the+Postman.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502406052922467442" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i>I've been eagerly anticipating the UPS man. Not for any special trinket or new book, but for two rather large boxes. What might be in these boxes do you ask? Well, more boxes, packing tape and packing materials :-) Yes, I've been waiting for the arrival of moving stuff! And today they finally arrived!</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i>My hubby and I don't really enjoy moving, but this move is one I am very excited about! In less than 20 days we will be loading up all of our possessions and heading to our new home. What joy...what bliss! </i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i>Despite the fact that there are a few things needed to repair and maintenance on this house, there has been nothing glaringly bad. Just to be expected of a home that is almost 50 years old. The closing process seems to be moving a long smoothly and we are awaiting the day we can get our keys. </i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i>I must say, the home buying experience has not been easy for us and really not very fun. I've had to feed off my 3 year old's enthusiasm to keep mine going ;-) But the Lord has blessed us mightily and has made things work out JUST RIGHT! Really, we couldn't have come up with anything better :-) I may share more about this once we are moved in, but suffice it to say...God knew what we needed and though we had other ideas, I can see the rightness in what we have now.</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i>So....the packing begins! Prayers will be appreciated as we de-clutter, simplify and pare down. It feels a tad overwhelming to see all we have to pack up.</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i>Lots of love,</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i>Sommer</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "><i><br /></i></span></span></div>Sommerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07173085478959089587noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-497594825129839828.post-1245912810752171672010-07-16T13:25:00.000-07:002010-07-16T14:33:38.940-07:00Patience Pays<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwiUnWWPse3-EgtHfYWewN77dy6CeYMX07wCZ8nR5A-bwfl-2XIQaoNgQ0LoYeBmHtUMIk9wkOvWRzZvrNBeFQy3VB5SsSM-OrbL6yOJXUH8INaYcXe9KQbNHAh6TKr3yMFKaaNzQRgfQ/s1600/Front+Door+and+Walk+Way.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwiUnWWPse3-EgtHfYWewN77dy6CeYMX07wCZ8nR5A-bwfl-2XIQaoNgQ0LoYeBmHtUMIk9wkOvWRzZvrNBeFQy3VB5SsSM-OrbL6yOJXUH8INaYcXe9KQbNHAh6TKr3yMFKaaNzQRgfQ/s320/Front+Door+and+Walk+Way.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494604140331564290" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">It seems that when you are patient, good things often happen...or at least the right thing ;-) Dan and I have been house hunting for about a year now. We started looking in one location with a certain price range, size in mind. As time went on, the Lord gently directed us to a new location and a different price range and caused us to have willing hearts for a different size home. We had OUR ideals...but God had BETTER ones :-)<br /><br />In the end, we have a home in a location that is farther away, smaller and...just right for us! <br /><br />This year has been hard and I have fluctuated from being content, hopeful, discouraged and depressed. But I was learning much and I am still learning that even when I am scared, discouraged, uncertain...God is ever faithful and knows exactly what we need.<br /><br />Above, you see the front of our future home! Barring any major issues found in the inspection(and we are hopeful there will not be anything horrid) we will close on this lovely August 20th! <br /><br /></span></span></span></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDrKyFp0V6goui9DrnBcz0egNQff1AWvg8aJwf6Ls3uAbn4ASw8ooESR88k5c0PA6B32rVGdw2DXO2klzCTKuivB6uqDcZeVydoQjnZMVlQF-HYtBHPSXVWqJkbD76xh_w5Odo3wVwfBg/s1600/View+of+Kitchen+from+Entry.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDrKyFp0V6goui9DrnBcz0egNQff1AWvg8aJwf6Ls3uAbn4ASw8ooESR88k5c0PA6B32rVGdw2DXO2klzCTKuivB6uqDcZeVydoQjnZMVlQF-HYtBHPSXVWqJkbD76xh_w5Odo3wVwfBg/s320/View+of+Kitchen+from+Entry.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494604124963439554" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br />God has truly blessed us. This home was built in 1963 and it has a lot of those fun little things that you can often find in older homes. It also has brand new paint and carpet. The kitchen(which you can see a little in the above picture) has sweet little details that I will share later. The refrigerator space is tiny and so I am doing a search to locate an appropriately sized one before we need to be there. Also..the oven is TINY! But I love it :-)<br /><br />And what is more...the price was awesome! And in California that is hard to come by. The only real downside is my husband's commute. But at least he works hours that it shouldn't be as bad as we had expected. <br /><br />The crowning glory of this home though...a lovely backyard. Having lived in a tiny apartment for almost 6 years with no backyard and 4 active children has been, shall we say...NUTS! But this backyard is going to be awesome! It is very big, has a lovely shed, and several trees..two which are good sized and provide splendid shade in the heat. There is a lovely pomegranate tree as well. There is also a covered patio...great for eating on and a nice spot for the dog to lay on in the heat of the day. Oh, yes, we are already planning for dogs...oh, my yes!<br /><br /><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsEH2rmI0sRMkcwP-shnMhp1Tpom4UeBtdrhfHyVqzfpb6MTlc_I-HIWC3RG2_pWEjo2RoHLvHTeEjleQltA3I03aery7e4v-UzC6MdZiDz_PsaWGxRPjGwyZuXPLQm0uhx-JOoDq94OI/s1600/View+of+Yard+from+Far+Right+Corner.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsEH2rmI0sRMkcwP-shnMhp1Tpom4UeBtdrhfHyVqzfpb6MTlc_I-HIWC3RG2_pWEjo2RoHLvHTeEjleQltA3I03aery7e4v-UzC6MdZiDz_PsaWGxRPjGwyZuXPLQm0uhx-JOoDq94OI/s320/View+of+Yard+from+Far+Right+Corner.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494604112602881346" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br />Here is a picture of the children on the edge of the shade provided by the largest tree. As you can see, it is much more than what we've been used to :-) The kids are very excited. I look forward to getting it green again and working on a garden of some sort. <br /><br />Really, God has graciously kept us from bad choices that were too expensive. We have slowly been shown what was right for us and in being made to wait we have been blessed. I know that something could go awry in the process. But I am very much full of confidence in what God is doing and have faith that all will continue smoothly. Things have fallen into place with this house that are for certain the working of God.<br /><br />As we get closer to moving in and after we have gotten into the house, I will share more pics of the home. There are cute little bits that I want to share with my friends. Thanks to all of you that have been praying for us on this journey. I would have never gotten through it without you :-)<br /><br />Lots of love to you all,<br />Sommer<br /></span></span></span></span></div>Sommerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07173085478959089587noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-497594825129839828.post-40805590963091160882010-07-04T08:03:00.000-07:002010-07-04T08:17:26.277-07:00Happy Independence Day!<h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{"type":"msg"}"><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family: georgia;">"Besides, sir, we shall not fight our battles alone. There is a just God who presides over the destinies of nations; and He will raise up friends to fight our battles for us. The battle, sir, is not to the strong alone; it is to the vigilant, the active, the brave...There is no retreat but in submission and slavery!"</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">"...Gentlemen may cry, 'Peace!peace!' - but there is no peace...Is life so dear, and peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God! I know not what course others may take; but as for me, give me liberty or give me death!" ~Patrick Henry</span></span></h6><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family: georgia;">I find myself reflecting on these words today. Not because I intend on taking up arms ;-) But because I think we all ought to remember the passion our Founding Fathers and those fighting for America's independence had. Do we have this kind of passion...for our freedoms, our inalienable rights...most importantly for Christ? </span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family: georgia;">On this Independence day I think on my own passion..or lack there of some days. Would I be a Patrick Henry(albeit in a skirt ;-))? I hope so. Do I have this daily passion for my Lord? I know that I could have more. May we work on keeping our rights and freedoms(and not just sit by complaining but doing nothing), but let us also work to keep our passion for our Lord and Saviour!</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Happy Independence Day my friends!!!!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family: georgia;">Blessings,</span></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family: georgia;">Sommer</span></span><br /></div>Sommerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07173085478959089587noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-497594825129839828.post-47116120251436566212010-06-21T18:26:00.001-07:002010-06-21T20:24:06.141-07:00My Little Handyman...<div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;"><i>A couple of months ago, my brother bought Liam a tool set. Just a kiddie one, but it is fashioned after things you might find in Home Depot(that is actually the brand of toys). He has had fun with it from day one...even sleeping with the tool box :-) </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;"><i>Occasionally he would ask me if he could get his tool and help me fix something. It is so sweet and I do look forward to the day that he can help with those things about the house. For now I just encourage his play!</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;"><i>Today, he was playing with his wagon(it was a car today). After awhile he came and told me that he had crashed and needed to fix the "car". "Mama, I need my tools...can you get me my tools?" I quickly searched them out and brought them to him...he of course got right to work.</i></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsI_JRxid8qtd0zE6NaMYFy2QsypurNpJJsMZ4TQ3S_HrIKSFYb3Ft1M0f8DDUu13ryePgPEp28mKwpWXy-bAVe93EV7ke-tZFgSZ8Aka_kNl5a6VGOvyzYlBdvK9eGXolKLnY3savvm4/s1600/006.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsI_JRxid8qtd0zE6NaMYFy2QsypurNpJJsMZ4TQ3S_HrIKSFYb3Ft1M0f8DDUu13ryePgPEp28mKwpWXy-bAVe93EV7ke-tZFgSZ8Aka_kNl5a6VGOvyzYlBdvK9eGXolKLnY3savvm4/s320/006.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485403839638444770" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i>As he sat there working, he looked up at me and said, "Mama, I LOVE my tools." And I smiled and thought he will be a very good and handy son. "Yes, you are Mama's good helper!" I think I will need to buy him some real tools as soon as he is able :-)</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i>And of course, I must share one little picture of Rowan. She has grown just enough hair that I can sneak a little pony tail in it! Okay, it isn't much but it is sure cute :-) Fiona says it looks like a joy stick...I think it looks more like a fountain, but still...</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRt2a4PG3ecFiS0EJVV9Cb3Y5c4uIDFh9WOzuZ3Z8jk6B6394wQ_xHkFXOmwzp7UYOvYxo3CtSyU9P6zdOXpiWeZm2B4It28E_YHhP3vL0eSJ0K4tgXkkA2yOIv3EHE50vp4LggaH0j1k/s1600/004.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 269px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRt2a4PG3ecFiS0EJVV9Cb3Y5c4uIDFh9WOzuZ3Z8jk6B6394wQ_xHkFXOmwzp7UYOvYxo3CtSyU9P6zdOXpiWeZm2B4It28E_YHhP3vL0eSJ0K4tgXkkA2yOIv3EHE50vp4LggaH0j1k/s320/004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485403829650495682" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i>As for life...we have just finished up our school year and are taking a little break. I am very ready for it and will enjoy the more relaxed schedule. Of course, I will have to get our school things for this coming year and plan it out, but that can be done throughout the summer. </i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i>We are still looking for a home but it has been a long road. I am hoping we will get something soon, but the Lord knows our needs better than we do and so I will continue to rest in His timing.</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i>I will try to include some pictures of the older girls later. They amaze me at their growth and changes and I look forward to seeing more and more of their spirits/personalities appear.</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i>Hoping you all are having a lovely week!</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i>Blessings,</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i>Sommer</i></span></span></div>Sommerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07173085478959089587noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-497594825129839828.post-55565567359999818302010-06-18T08:26:00.001-07:002010-06-18T13:07:41.226-07:00Maturing...<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#330000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i>Liam has been growing by leaps and bounds lately. Actually all my kids have been..it puts new meaning to the saying "time flies" if you ask me :-) Seriously, though, I am glad to see the little signs of maturity here and there in my children. But, as I was saying...Liam is just growing so much!</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#330000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#330000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i>He is taller, talks more clearly, rides his tricycle like he was Lightening McQueen, is already thinking about being "trained to drive a backhoe and LOTS of machines", and wants to ride and run with his Daddy. </i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#330000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#330000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i>He also has made the leap to "Big Boy" underwear! This has been a long, trying experience for us..but he has finally got it and (except for at night) I have moved him out of diapers. His getting through the night dry is a bit hit and miss so we will try for two weeks of waking up with dry diapers before we try underwear at night..but he is quite excited about that :-)</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#330000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#330000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i> Tuesday, I took him to Target to pick out his "Big Boy" underwear. Such enthusiasm :-) We came out of there with Thomas the Tank Engine, Toy Story and Cars underwear. Of course, he had to share with his sisters and showed them all the new duds. He then spread them over the table checking them all out. He told the neighbor girl that he got "big boy underwear today". But lest you think he is all grown up and quite a mature young man....</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#330000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#330000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik9ssZMdhLi9lrsFwp083i-1563DbVYVUNtQhfzjjD938ShI3fFav8FID0HusyEi-F1ZD7th_YEnNS0Nn2R95gnjEEjaRBUnzuQwEGA2YPpmYyTy3X4CbykoCvh40nw2CYFqscuzjgqek/s1600/043.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik9ssZMdhLi9lrsFwp083i-1563DbVYVUNtQhfzjjD938ShI3fFav8FID0HusyEi-F1ZD7th_YEnNS0Nn2R95gnjEEjaRBUnzuQwEGA2YPpmYyTy3X4CbykoCvh40nw2CYFqscuzjgqek/s320/043.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484135788796938962" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i>Within minutes my sweet boy had started putting his underwear on his head...what a silly boy! My girls never did this...but he just couldn't resist :-p Oh and he also started pulling them on over his clothes...kind of super hero like.</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i>So, I guess he isn't growing up too fast ;-)</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i>Blessings,</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i>Sommer</i></span></span></div>Sommerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07173085478959089587noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-497594825129839828.post-38152298405409258612010-05-28T16:50:00.001-07:002010-05-28T20:19:19.558-07:00Considering the Future<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyCu6xMhyphenhyphen0Ej1PHxx7cgaEe-tmq17WG8Q968g0L2n8acoU-TXFAu3-RzC5oglTUYcLK-UOdQw2sb_Fe5ZbXfzQQ09gbszplxksMxocBuMD-das_r68iKmsBo23_kck7avJDik9bU35oSE/s1600/sepia_bread.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 257px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyCu6xMhyphenhyphen0Ej1PHxx7cgaEe-tmq17WG8Q968g0L2n8acoU-TXFAu3-RzC5oglTUYcLK-UOdQw2sb_Fe5ZbXfzQQ09gbszplxksMxocBuMD-das_r68iKmsBo23_kck7avJDik9bU35oSE/s320/sepia_bread.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476474277647296658" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;"><i>As a mother of three girls, my mind often settles on thoughts of preparing hope chests for their future households. I believe it is a good thing to have these essentials(and not so essential) items ready for that day that they walk down the isle a "Mrs." and no longer bearing our last name. I've read a book here or there about what is good to put in the hope chest and have much to think on. </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;"><i>Now of course my daughters are all young...though Fiona is fast approaching young womanhood and I must truly begin preparing her. Her sisters will swiftly be at the same stage...much as I hate to admit that they grow up quickly. The material(linens, dishes, etc.) things are good for certain, but I am also realizing that there are non-material things(skills, knowledge, etc.) that are also important for them to know, to aide them in their vocation of wife/helpmate and mother. </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;"><i>I came across <a href="http://www.abowlofmossandpebbles.com/?p=4040">this lovely post</a> by Breezy over at</i> <a href="http://www.abowlofmossandpebbles.com/">a bowl of moss and pebbles</a> <i>on just this subject and it really got me thinking again about what I would like to encourage my daughters in learning. There are many things I wish I'd taken the time to learn when I was young, but now I have the opportunity to help my daughters in their focus. I pray the Lord gives me the wisdom to guide them and gives them the motivation and desire to learn useful skills!</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;"><i>I do hope you enjoy the post and are given some ideas for your daughters' futures!</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;"><i>Blessings,</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;"><i>Sommer</i></span></div>Sommerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07173085478959089587noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-497594825129839828.post-88151063357057356752010-05-08T19:31:00.000-07:002010-05-08T20:32:29.682-07:00Happy Mother's Day<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW0NZfZI4qKORryYakpMLwMlBfGwJYjd15PCLHjYIWO4oVZpngspEB6TUNmVr2_oauTFSr2nDj1cmduxeWEjFyNXhoAouIHNse2XH9B93sAEwVQNSny0CcxNXFitXrjkfOROyNvU4vWyE/s1600/~Happy-Mothers-Day-Mother-and-Child-on-Grass-.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW0NZfZI4qKORryYakpMLwMlBfGwJYjd15PCLHjYIWO4oVZpngspEB6TUNmVr2_oauTFSr2nDj1cmduxeWEjFyNXhoAouIHNse2XH9B93sAEwVQNSny0CcxNXFitXrjkfOROyNvU4vWyE/s320/~Happy-Mothers-Day-Mother-and-Child-on-Grass-.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469093191498028770" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'; font-size: medium; color: rgb(0, 0, 128); "><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'; font-size: medium; color: rgb(0, 0, 128); "><i>"We never know the love of the parent until we become parents ourselves."<br />~Henry Ward Beecher</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'; font-size: medium; color: rgb(0, 0, 128); "><i><br /></i></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgANT2Q4aZPoLIYf5ClKq6ZUBBtPh9_Tpn3xZIIk-jZP6TrI_bCTbCZ14vSIu7Xrxg8m7lUXCgKXRcmlVqW-xW8y-bbgqYeCN06-Db9qQr6G4z1_iXFiHYdWV0EXsrIAhlerR6UTjjQzWo/s1600/mother+and+child.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgANT2Q4aZPoLIYf5ClKq6ZUBBtPh9_Tpn3xZIIk-jZP6TrI_bCTbCZ14vSIu7Xrxg8m7lUXCgKXRcmlVqW-xW8y-bbgqYeCN06-Db9qQr6G4z1_iXFiHYdWV0EXsrIAhlerR6UTjjQzWo/s320/mother+and+child.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469093179889623058" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'; font-size: medium; color: rgb(0, 0, 128); "><i>"A mother is the truest friend we have, when trials heavy and sudden, fall upon us; when adversity takes the place of prosperity; when friends who rejoice with us in our sunshine desert us; when trouble thickens around us, still will she cling to us, and endeavor by her kind precepts and counsels to dissipate the clouds of darkness, and cause peace to return to our hearts."<br />~Washington Irving </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'; font-size: medium; color: rgb(0, 0, 128); "><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT-Iek5kCUhvEXXeVsECKM7Z-uupAzxGt_9PyN5qXGjbLbs86kTnB8_P1ghLT7R5KKgvh-dA_mVnrNWB9AP6UrQn8ND4bQOg4Sf79rJlb97KjSb2u9wv6VMAQn0DgPrNF6_2JiGHJQw9w/s1600/Emile_Munier_reading_lesson.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT-Iek5kCUhvEXXeVsECKM7Z-uupAzxGt_9PyN5qXGjbLbs86kTnB8_P1ghLT7R5KKgvh-dA_mVnrNWB9AP6UrQn8ND4bQOg4Sf79rJlb97KjSb2u9wv6VMAQn0DgPrNF6_2JiGHJQw9w/s320/Emile_Munier_reading_lesson.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469093177907839730" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'; font-size: medium; color: rgb(0, 0, 128); "><i>"A mother's arms are made of tenderness and children sleep soundly in them." <br />~Victor Hugo </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'; font-size: medium; color: rgb(0, 0, 128); "><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'; font-size: medium; color: rgb(0, 0, 128); "><i>"There's nothing like a mama-hug."<br />~Adabella Radici </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'; font-size: medium; color: rgb(0, 0, 128); "><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkwZZCQ3OasSQMdBilbT51sSsDQcHorb8UnuDM6HsWil8d-eZvZDU-yYeZD_CSfRcjBHu2jQTKSA7cBXp4hW0UbnvFgNi8x5cHjH4IyKgnhni9i-A-jUGvtRTj4t2Se07fqmNHhPPGUEI/s1600/~Mother-and-Child-Bouguereau.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 114px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkwZZCQ3OasSQMdBilbT51sSsDQcHorb8UnuDM6HsWil8d-eZvZDU-yYeZD_CSfRcjBHu2jQTKSA7cBXp4hW0UbnvFgNi8x5cHjH4IyKgnhni9i-A-jUGvtRTj4t2Se07fqmNHhPPGUEI/s320/~Mother-and-Child-Bouguereau.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469093162990600946" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'; font-size: medium; color: rgb(0, 0, 128); "><i>"I remember my mother's prayers and they have always followed me. They have clung to me all my life." <br />~Abraham Lincoln</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'; font-size: medium; color: rgb(0, 0, 128); "><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'; font-size: medium; color: rgb(0, 0, 128); "><i>" Some mothers are kissing mothers and some are scolding mothers, but it is love just the same, and most mothers kiss and scold together." </i></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'; font-size: medium; color: rgb(0, 0, 128); "><div style="text-align: center;"><i>~Pearl S. Buck </i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFPvUy7P_SmQ6o-XZnRlyhNMfLXu_7JDP2roXdoyxL7fvD70QN0jO11hO9kfqXio-CxiXluBZEiYIUP2fff6La1F2lIbwU-x10gDLNUzpyYoRUo4rzRXXe5p2UkW3H8olLu1QUhqdz9Qc/s1600/bouguereau15-Rest.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFPvUy7P_SmQ6o-XZnRlyhNMfLXu_7JDP2roXdoyxL7fvD70QN0jO11hO9kfqXio-CxiXluBZEiYIUP2fff6La1F2lIbwU-x10gDLNUzpyYoRUo4rzRXXe5p2UkW3H8olLu1QUhqdz9Qc/s320/bouguereau15-Rest.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469093157452887394" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i>Happy Mother's Day to all my dear friends! May your day be full of blessings.</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i>Blessings,</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i>Sommer</i></span></span></div>Sommerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07173085478959089587noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-497594825129839828.post-67446899860637783052010-05-08T11:31:00.000-07:002010-05-08T11:47:05.130-07:00A Poem For My Mother<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP87S7f4DOUXusOCO3VLu1JutgTjpgCeThNdk7ziLl_SyP9lwfNLPMRsq_lyt0X1NRlFpgozkN38ll0nPIQ7uvZQjIuNWtuqn63YKHnf_I29zr1jIeY7WGyD0cNdYVbnxuLYB0yyd_a4Y/s1600/morgan_frederick_not_far_to_go.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 285px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP87S7f4DOUXusOCO3VLu1JutgTjpgCeThNdk7ziLl_SyP9lwfNLPMRsq_lyt0X1NRlFpgozkN38ll0nPIQ7uvZQjIuNWtuqn63YKHnf_I29zr1jIeY7WGyD0cNdYVbnxuLYB0yyd_a4Y/s320/morgan_frederick_not_far_to_go.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468969702001964802" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i>**I want to share a poem I wrote for my Mom quite a while ago. I wrote it in 1996 and gave it to her as a Mother's Day gift(or maybe it was her birthday...hmmm, can't recall!)**</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i><b>Mother's Love</b></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i><b><br /></b></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i>A terrified girl</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i>On tan, slender legs</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i>Stands unsure of</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i>Her way home.</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i>Through a veil of tears</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i>She recognizes the sure stride of Mother.</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i>The sight eases all fear.</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i>Mother is there.</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i>A sad young woman</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i>With a broken heart</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i>Stands fearful of her future,</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i>Uncertain of her way home.</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i>Through hurt pride</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i>She sees Mother,</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i>A sturdy shoulder to lean on.</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i>Mother is there.</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i>Now a woman</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i>Strong, yet timid with each step,</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i>Stands proudly next to Mother.</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i>She knows her way home, </i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i>Thankful for all her love and help.</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i>Mother is there.</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i>By Sommer Sorenson(1996)</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div>Sommerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07173085478959089587noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-497594825129839828.post-45220174307908493142010-05-06T21:29:00.001-07:002010-05-08T00:32:33.205-07:00Celebrating Mothers-My Mom<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_fvhwIW5N3-oNQjwQG-Wu0gdwPbDyD6omCVaWfXOL7GaLQCWAGZFmxWbRin5CHY5y6WV5x0fqVXJabQ6znckkOqxRw6BcfZr7Qi0nUxE6rRxKGrB5Pai4sp4I4IcyNpYRLmIVxm_Uw3U/s1600/Celebrating+Mom.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_fvhwIW5N3-oNQjwQG-Wu0gdwPbDyD6omCVaWfXOL7GaLQCWAGZFmxWbRin5CHY5y6WV5x0fqVXJabQ6znckkOqxRw6BcfZr7Qi0nUxE6rRxKGrB5Pai4sp4I4IcyNpYRLmIVxm_Uw3U/s320/Celebrating+Mom.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468381670388917170" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i>To join in in celebrating the women in your life, go <a href="http://quaintandquirky.blogspot.com/2010/05/celebrating-mothers-mom.html">HERE</a> and add your link to Keri's little linky thing. </i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i>Today, I'm focusing on the most important woman in my life....my Mom :-)</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i>My Mom was raised in a small town called Sutter Creek, the eldest of three daughters. But honestly, what makes my Mom special isn't where she was raised or who she was raised by...but that she was the mother that raised me and my brother and that she did so with faith and strength. </i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i>My Mom is a great mom. Her love for her family is amazing. I have never doubted that she loved me or that she would be there for me in my time of need. No matter what, she has been there. </i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i>Let me share a few of my most treasured memories...as I think that will speak best to who she is and what our relationship is like.</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"><i>I remember walking with my brother to a relatively new school for us. Usually we walked to and from together but for some reason he didn't come home with me one day. Perhaps he was with a friend..I don't really remember. What I do remember is heading home in the direction I remembered. For the most part, my little trek home was going well...until I hit a point where I wasn't sure if I turned on one street or another. I kept walking back and forth trying to remember which street was the right one. Eventually, I sat down in despair unable to figure it out. I was SURE I was lost and I'd never be found. But what do you know? I looked up and there was my Mom coming down the street looking for me. What a relief! She was the most beautiful sight I had ever seen! That set for me a view of my Mom that has never changed...no matter what, my Mom would be there. She has always stood by me and supported me, loving me. Some how, that moment sealed a bond.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1N7QzasS7MvlYzG3rLGhWq3sLAeYbyYKTlBdU-6l9QmrrJioOyrF2Zg0FimbJfoTPhtHU2Z8YsS_POxGIwl5BhYhGAclfjV9uLDXZk1PdI9leSWG_zc1XlzZLlCB7SnA0i2hbl9SxCWg/s1600/IMG_0003.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 223px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1N7QzasS7MvlYzG3rLGhWq3sLAeYbyYKTlBdU-6l9QmrrJioOyrF2Zg0FimbJfoTPhtHU2Z8YsS_POxGIwl5BhYhGAclfjV9uLDXZk1PdI9leSWG_zc1XlzZLlCB7SnA0i2hbl9SxCWg/s320/IMG_0003.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468381662069735074" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">(My favorite picture of my Mom!)</span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i>I remember every morning before school my Mom praying for me. I don't think she ever missed a day. She new the power of prayer and offered it to me as a beautiful gift. It is so comforting to know your mother is praying for you.</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i>She taught me that you couldn't separate your faith from your life. My beliefs weren't just for Sunday or only relegated to church...it was for all aspects of my life. I carry that to this day, knowing that every decision I make needs to be weighed against what the Word of God says. </i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i>I consider my Mom to be one of the strongest women I know. I don't think she feels that way...but I know she is. She has had some big challenges in her life that a weaker woman would have crumbled under. I pray that God will give me half her strength to get through the hard times. </i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i>My Mom and I have been "bosom friends" for many years and I am so thankful for that. Not every mother and daughter are so fortunate to be family AND girlfriends...but I am most fortunate indeed! I thank God often for that blessing and I pray that I will have as close a friendship with my own children. </i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i>My Mom...great words with so much meaning. Wife, mother,grandmother, friend...strong, loving, passionate...gentle, faithful, loyal...my Mom, my Friend, my Sister in Christ.</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i>I love you Mom!</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div>Sommerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07173085478959089587noreply@blogger.com2