Wednesday, July 21, 2010
I am now an aunt of 10 with 3 more added to the group.
I have graduated high school-what a relief, and I am on to bigger things.
but most of all..
I am now an adult! 18 years old, I now approach the world quite differently.
I will be attending college and beginning an entire new chapter of my life.
I will be going into nursing school- entering Air-force ROTC- and making something of myself;).
A new home. A new environment. A new schedule. New faces. New everything. -but the same me.:)
Over this past year I went from just liking pictures, to becoming more serious and getting into
photography! Pictures amaze me- they capture so much with just one quick click. It's not just an image, it's a memory- catching memories-it's really my favorite hobby. As for writing, I love it still, though I always feel I never have enough time for it. I really hope to get back into it again. Somewhere between the work, school, and hectic everyday life routines there's got to be some time hiding. I'll find it soon enough.
Two twins, two adults....College here we come:). "Two is better than one."
I'M NOT DEAD!!!! :D
Why then has it been a whole year, YES YEAR, since I've posted anything?
Let's just say I've been a very bad blogger. However believe it or not I have experienced a conversion of some sort and I am abandoning my retched blog-neglecting ways and returning to the ways of a healthy happy blogger:D.
In order to make up for all I've not done...
1st. I will transform my blog-give it one one could call a "face-lift", and even...*dun dun dun duuuuuuun...* CHANGE THE TITLE!!!!
2nd. I will mold and shape my blog into the life portraying masterpiece it really is...eum...or will be;) Let's just say one year is a lot of minutes...525,600 to be exact; and well, LOTS HAS HAPPENED. :) Thus to truly portray my life as of NOW, drastic measures must be taken.
3rd. I will attempt to not let another 525,600 minutes pass again without so much as even a post explaining my departure.
Saturday, December 6, 2008
Filled with love so true.
But how was He so gracious as
To bless my life with you?
You’re simple presence In my life,
Has truly affected me.
You’ve helped me grow into the girl,
That I am proud to be.
I’m so thankful to have met you,
And for all the times we’ve shared
Somehow you have made me feel
As though I’m more prepared.
More prepared to take a stand
Of how I’m going to live.
More prepared to offer the world
All I have to give.
God is amazing in how he knows
Who to send my way.
And I know that when He sent you,
He smiled on me that day.
So thank you, thank you, so so much!
For being such a friend!
If you ever are in need,
I’ve got a hand to lend.
-Mary A. Murphy
All my life I’ve loved the piano,
Yet never heard a note.
All my life I've loved to sing,
But couldn’t use my throat.
Born with ears that never worked,
And a mouth which never spoke,
I never had the chance to laugh,
I never heard the joke.
At first life was confusing,
I never had a clue
That there was any difference,
Between me and you.
What were they all doing?
I would always wonder.
I could see the lighting,
But what was that thing called thunder?
How I longed to know
What her voice was like,
As I watched the lady
Sing into the mic.
When I came to realize,
Why I was this way,
There wasn’t a single moment,
I wouldn’t beg and pray.
I prayed I could hear it,
Every noise on earth.
I longed to hear the baby’s cry
The moment after birth.
I longed to hear my mother’s voice,
And the song my dad would play.
I longed to tell them everything
I never got to say.
Music looked so pretty,
As I’d strum the silent harp,
But I never knew if I was flat,
Or if I was too sharp.
I’d move my lips quite often,
But I never made a sound.
When I was lost I could not cry,
But somehow I was found.
What does a hiccup sound like?
A cough, a scream, a sneeze?
I wish I knew the sounds of nature
That float within the breeze.
One day I read of Jesus
And how he cured blind,
And the thought that he could cure me too,
Never left my mind.
But then I came to realize
The reason of it all,
Not once have my ears or mouth,
Caused my soul to fall.
My mouth is pure and clean
My ears are crystal clear,
This is why the Lord did not allow
Me to speak and hear.
My ears are reserved for Heaven,
For songs of the angels above,
And most of all to speak with God,
And thank him for His love.
-Mary A. Murphy
Friday, December 5, 2008
I feel safe inside.
When I kneel before the cross,
I no longer hide.
I open myself before the Lord,
I tell him what I feel.
I talk to Him with confidence,
That He will hear and heal.
I tell him how I’ll try to change
Like I know I should.
And that I know without Him,
I can do no good.
When I fold my hands real tight,
And pray to God above.
For the first time in my life,
I discover love.
‘Holy Father source of life,
You have given me,
Everything I have and need,
To someday be with Thee.
Christ the Son, who came for us,
And granted us salvation.
Your example has shown me,
To love all of creation.
Holy Spirit, fill my soul,
With Your loving grace.
The beauty of Thy face.
Trinity please guide my steps,
Direct me towards the truth.
Help me put this gift of life,
To the greatest use.’
Who knows what God above has planned?
Holding the world in the palm of his hand.
Creator of all we touch, hear, and see.
Creator of all life, love, and beauty.
Knowing all things and to where they will lead.
Knowing our wants but granting our needs.
Though at times it’s hard for us to understand
Why God allows such things under His command.
We must keep in mind that despite how we feel,
Our God is all knowing with a love that can heal.
No matter our state in mind, soul, or heart.
The good Lord above is there from the start.
He knows all our thoughts and sees every tear.
He knows all our joys and our every fear.
God is all loving, all knowing, and all good.
He understands all that we never could.
Everyday we wish that we could have control,
But God alone can lead us to our ever-lasting goal.
Everyday we wish that we could change the past,
But God knows what He’s doing, that pain inside wont last.
Too often we forget Him, when dealing with a loss.
So often we forget our Lord who died upon the cross.
So much pain we go through, sometimes it’s hard to bare,
But we must not forget the crown of thorns he had to wear.
We fall into depressions and can’t see past the hurt,
But Christ is falling with us, three times he hit the dirt.
Sometimes life can deal such tragedy seeming so unfair.
But it always helps to know that Christ will never fail to care.
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Today I thought about my death
What would I say with my very last breath?
Who would be there to watch me pass on?
Who would pray for me when I had gone?
Would people smile at the thought of me?
Would I leave behind a good memory?
Who would be crying as they placed me in the dirt?
How many people would I leave behind hurt?
Who knows the moment of when it will be,
Who knows if today is the last day I’ll see.
Each second of life is one second closer
to that second before my life’s final closure.
Make each moment count as though it were your last,
Some moments will seem slow, but will be gone so fast.
Nothing is guaranteed in this life on earth,
Each morning has been gift, since the gift of your birth.
The night may seem so close, but who knows if you will greet it.
For tonight death may be waiting and now your turn to meet it.
Yes today I thought about my death,
Could today be the day of my very last breath?
-Mary A. Murphy
The phone is ringing
Who knows what news
It could be bringing.
A girl in tears
Is on the other line.
Looking for someone
To say she’ll be fine.
A life is within
That she didn’t expect.
A little baby,
Now hers to protect.
Hard to speak
With tears on her face,
While speaking to his parents,
She feels so out of place.
But words so sweet
Are the only replies.
They are there for support;
And she no longer cries.
Nine months later
The baby is here,
It was a long hard wait,
But she now holds him near.
The world became warmer,
When Gavin was born,
His sweet little face
Seemed to blur all the torn.
All the family
Is home and excited
With so much love,
Their hearts are ignited.
They can’t wait to meet
The cute baby boy,
That brought their older brother
So much joy.
He grew so fast,
And it didn’t take long,
He was such a healthy baby,
Like daddy, nice and strong.
Two months had past,
For the two and their boy,
Gavin their angel,
Their bundle of joy.
Such proud parents,
When they spoke of their son,
They loved to brag,
Of their new little one.
One night at home,
They put Gavin to bed,
With such deep love
They kissed his small head.
But something was wrong
Why wasn’t he crying?
In the stillness of night,
He was peacefully dying.
Such a deep sleep,
They couldn’t awake him,
Because late that night,
God decided to take him.
Now once again,
The parents are scared,
They had never felt
So horribly unprepared.
Their perfect little child
Was now taken from their lives.
A pain that cuts much deeper
Than the sharpest of all knives.
Gavin now looks down,
He loves his parents so,
If he could speak to them,
I’m sure he’d tell them so.
Though Gavin’s life was so short,
It was filled with so much love.
And how happy he must be,
Now safe with God above.
We will always remember Gavin,
Throughout our every day,
And though he feels so far,
Close to our hearts he’ll stay.
In loving memory of my precious nephew,
Gavin Joseph Murphy
May 30th – July 31st 2008
-Mary A. Murphy
Friday, October 10, 2008
We have had 2 meetings and our 3rd one is the 16th of October.
We are going to have T'shirts made for our group and everyone is excited for that.
Some of us were able to get together and go to the Life Chain this year and you can see pictures and a video of highlights from that on our blog - http://teens4lifegroup.blogspot.com/.
I love this new group and I love the thought of growing and really makeing a difference which I'm confident we will!
If you know anyone or anyways we can further increase this group please let me know!
Keep our group in your prayers!
God Bless you!
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
Once upon a time
16 years ago,
We at last discovered
The world in all its glow.
You and I together,
Matching clothes and all,
Wrapped up tight in daddy’s hands,
So light, so young, so small.
Me the ball of laughter,
And you the serious one.
We Always had to share,
But still had loads of fun.
From teething times, and potty-training,
We sure had a blast.
And when all that was over,
Mom’s thankful words of “at last”.
You were pink and pretty,
But I loved Green and Blue.
We were so much different,
But oh, how I loved you.
I loved to get real filthy,
And that’d made mommy mad,
But you liked playing dolls more,
And that wasn’t quite as bad.
Sure we loved to make messes,
And hated clean up time,
But really it was our job,
Is being cute a crime?
They told us to stop growing,
They said time went too fast,
But of course we ignored them,
And 14 years had passed.
Now we are much older,
And things are different now,
Time did pass too quickly,
And we now wonder how.
All of our A B C’s
Have changed to X’s and Y’s,
And we’re supposed to solve them,
With no more second tries.
As younger girls we always wanted
To know to much and more,
But knowing more is not much fun,
Like we had picture before.
Growing up was once the dream,
But now I miss those days,
When wrong was wrong, right was right,
And life wasn’t such a maze.
It never mattered how my hair looked,
Or if my outfit matched.
But now that’s what its all about,
And I feel so detached.
The world can easily twist the heart,
And cause some pointless pain.
But despite any force on earth,
Twins we will remain.
Though we’ve always had to share a room,
And never had much space,
We have a close relationship
That none could ever replace.
Sure we fight over closet room,
And who made the mess on the floor,
But still I would not ask for less….
And couldn’t ask for more.
Thursday, June 26, 2008
I then Make breakfast.. today I made them something they surprisingly had never heard about..and yea they were actually surprised at my cooking skills when they sunk their little teeth into my home made crapes (topped with heated syrup..freshly picked strawberries...and powdered sugar!! yum!)
They day ended (ends) with a little clean up with music (and dancing like crazy) and then mom gets home... and I walk home (unless I take the golf cart or something else..but I like to walk)
to my house (right down the road via golf cart) and I gave them a tour... we
also took some crazy and cute pictures on the computer to remember our first day!
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Their voices, the words, and most of all the video...is the most beautiful combination I've seen.
If you haven't seen The Passion by Mel Gibson yet, you should deffinatly do so!
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
God sees a gift.
You see a disease.
God grants new life.
If she could speak,
What would she say?
If she could run,
She’d run away.
Nowhere to hide.
A tiny heart.
A little brain,
That feels the pain.
A clenched fist.
Too small to resist.
Tossed in the trash,
She hands over the cash….
Murder = Crime.
Homicide: a fancy name for “murder of another”
Suicide: a fancy name for “murder of one’s self”
Genocide: fancy name for “murder of group of people”
Abortion: fancy name for “murder of one’s child”
Monday, May 26, 2008
Aisle after aisle of crosses in the ground
Those who fought with liberty on their lips
Now rest without a sound.
Uncles and brothers,
The American soldiers who died for this land.
Your freedom wasn’t free,
Just look and you’ll see.
That tomorrow morning might never greet them.
Helmets clapped down, knees in the ground,
Weapons ready, nice and steady,
Praying that he will live through the night.
We either fight or we die,
There’s no other reason why.
War is tragic but when he hears the bombs hit,
And the cry’s of many, he is reminded why he is a soldier.
Because of the soldiers who stood up and fought,
You have the great freedom that you’ve got.
Because of the thousands that now lay in the dirt.
You and your loved ones can live without hurt.
Someone has to be there, someone has to fight.
This memorial day,
Let’s remember and pray
For the soldiers who gave their lives for this country,
And their proud families who must miss them dearly.
Sunday, May 25, 2008
As We ALL know, that's going to be one BIG hassle, (despite all the fun!).
They are going to be in the "relm" of tornadoes for part of their journey...
so for their saftey....Please pray they make it home =, after haveing an amazing time, in one perfectly safe peice.!
Thank you a million!!
Saturday, May 17, 2008
It’s colder tonight
As the winter draws near.
Still in our cardboard home,
Daddy said to stay here.
They took away our house,
Now we live on the street.
No one seems to care,
Not a single person we meet.
Daddy lost his job,
And one week later left.
Now he is in jail,
For violence and theft.
All my toys are gone.
The baby won’t stop crying.
Mommy can’t find work,
But she will never stop trying.
I’m sick of all the pavement.
I want my soft warm bed.
No covers but newspaper.
The side walk for my head.
Mommy brought home some candy.
One chocolate bar to share.
She also brought us mittens.
We each got our own pair.
My watch is broken,
It must be after midnight.
The ally way is filled,
With the ambulance light.
They’ve come to take the baby,
She cannot even breathe.
Mommy climbs in with them,
And without me they all leave.
Now I’m all alone.
All I can do is pray.
But when talking to God,
I don’t know what to say.
“God I know you watching,
I feel You in my heart.
You’ve watched us in our strengths,
And have seen us fall apart.
Thank You for all the mornings,
I though I’d never see.
Thank You for this strength,
You’ve put inside of me.
You always bring mom home,
In health and a good mood.
And despite the hard conditions,
You bless us with some food.
The world is a hard place.
But family helps allot.
They make me forget what I don’t have.
And appreciate what I’ve got.
Please bring them both back,
So I can see them again.
This is all I ask.
Thank you God, Amen.”
I walked to the hospital.
When the next day had arrived.
Mommy was in the chapel.
The baby hadn’t survived.
She looked into to my eyes,
And told me to be strong.
She held me in her arms,
And sang me a song.
The song was about Jesus,
And his amazing grace.
And as she sang it to me,
Tears streamed down her cold face.
She was shaking out of control
Her breathing became real deep.
She fell upon the ground;
I prayed she was only asleep.
I ran to get some help.
The doctor finally came.
She was still on the ground,
But didn’t look the same.
Her eyes were open
She had a smile on.
But she wasn’t awake.
She was gone.
Her eyes were looking at the cross.
Her hands gripped her medal tight.
I knew she was with God,
And that I would be alright.
The doctor had me taken care of,
The nurses took me away.
They put me in an orphanage,
And there I was supposed to stay.
I finally had a bed again,
and food at every meal.
They were all so good to me,
I didn’t think it was real.
Months later a family came to visit.
They talked with me for a while.
They said they wanted to take me home.
I said yes with a smile.
They welcomed me as a new member,
I felt like I belonged there.
I told them about my story.
They always seemed to care.
I missed my mother and sister,
But God had a plan for me.
Now he holds them closer,
For all eternity.
The world is a hard place.
But family helps allot.
They make me forget what I don’t have.
And appreciate what I’ve got.
The mother holds her precious daughter
praying for the return of the loving father
He wares his cross close to his heart
and watches while all hope falls apart
The enemy is gaining all sense of powerand
he misses his family more by the hour
to make it home alive is his only thought
while he’s dodging the sounds of shot after shot
He wants to wrap his baby girl tight in his arms
to protect her, and his family from all harms
But he a soldier has duty to the call
and will fight to the end, though the end might prove small
Tears flow from his eyes though a man he may be
as he looks at his companions who can no longer breath
as he grasps his cross tightly in his fist
he runs into dark deep mist
determined to make it home
But he cannot make it alone.
His men are scattered all over the ground,
the bombs are everywhere yet he cant here a sound.
His heart is set on his little girls face,
As he runs for cover in this cold and forbidden place.
One second he’s there the next he is gone.
He awakes into light, as if the light was switched on.
Surrounded by loved ones and his relieved family,
He wakes up to find what he prayed he’d live to see.
He had fallen in the dark and the enemy had withdrawn.
The war had ended just when all hope was gone.
No one quite knew how he stayed alive.
Something greater than weapons had helped him survive.
Now he is home, and safe from all harm,
Holding his new baby with his uninjured arm.
I found this .. a poem I had written a while ago. And I thought someone might like to read it, tell me what you think.
Sunday, May 11, 2008
Mom you’ve always made me stronger,
Taught me to hold on for just a little longer.
You correct my mistakes and praise my success.
You love to tell me just how to dress.
Being a teen I often cause trouble,
And being a twin, the difficulty is double.
However I’ve learned much more from you,
Than all of those friends who affect what I do.
I know you love me, and always choose what’s best;
I’m jut one of the 12 soon to leave the nest.
You really are magnificent in all that you are.
You’re my life’s greatest example by far!
You gave me life, along with Joann,
And you’ve help me to live it,
the best that I can.
Thank you a million for all you have done,
Up to now, since the instant my life begun.
Saturday, May 10, 2008
New life for everything.
Metallic colors fill the skies,
With the magic of each dazzling sunrise.
Transform into wishes that drift out of sight.
Time always flies by, faster than it should.
A perfect day for a malt or a shake.
Those chancy clouds might steel, that sunlight on your face.
And the beginning of summer was going to be never.
Let's hurry up and get started with Summer vacation!
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Just a little baby
So small and petite
Waits with his mom
In the hospital seat.
“Where am I, I wonder
What do I look like?
Will my name be John..
Or will she call me Mike?
I can’t wait to see
what it’s like outside
It’s getting a little crowded,
In this place I ride.
I must be getting heavy,
I bet she cannot wait,
Maybe she’ll have me early
…hopefully I wont be late.
I’m getting so impatient…
I want to see the land,
Oh look here comes the doctor!”
The doctor takes her hand.
“What is he telling her?
I can’t quite make it out,
but mommy’s voice sounds scared,
so full of fear and doubt.
I hope she is okay,
I’ll comfort her before long,
I cant wait to meet her!
Now what could be going wrong?
Here comes all the nurses,
They are lying her in a bed,
I know this isn’t home,
what could the doctor have said?
Are those tears on her face?
I don’t like it here,
My mommy isn’t happy,
And I’m beginning to fear.
What… me, Fetus?
I don’t like that name,
I want my mom to name me,
but she seems too ashamed.
Mom I’ll be a good son,
I will make you smile,
just wait till you see me,
I’ll be there in a little while.
I’m so excited to see you,
I bet you’re beautiful and bright,
Because I’ve seen your face,
In my dreams each night.
Mommy, did that nurse call me tissue?
Don’t listen to them please.
Because you must know I’m here,
I’m not just some disease.
I have fingers like you do,
And a face I know you’ve seen,
The doctor showed me to you,
On that one black screen
What are all those tools for?
They better not hurt you,
For if they harm you one bit,
I’ll harm them too.
Ouch that hurt…
What’s happening to me?
be very gentle,
I’m only a baby.
Mommy do something,
they are trying take my life,
why are you letting them cut me
with that knife.
What’s going on,
At least its not your life,
These nurses are taking.
Mommy, I’m up higher now,
I see you down below,
I’m safe here but disappointed,
Because I loved you so.
How’s Life without me?
Doesn’t look so great.
I wish I could be there to help,
But now it’s too late.
I’m not alone here, don’t worry
There are other baby’s too,
they all are here for the same reason,
we all had moms like you.
Each day I see new faces,
all scratched up and torn,
these are all the faces,
Of the precious unborn.
God says he’s sorry,
that we never got to live,
and never had the chance,
to see what He tried to give.
One little girl I met,
Was going to cure cancer.
But now her mom has got it,
And the world’s without an answer
So many brilliant people,
Fill this place I now stay.
They all had a place in the world,
But that place was taken away.
God’s curious about,
What’s going through your head.
He sent you a precious gift,
But you chose pain instead.
Mother I am sorry,
that you where so mistaken,
the nurses all told lies,
and so my life was taken.
Some people down there know,
That abortion is wrong,
they are trying to stop it,
but they are taking too long.
They need more help you see,
Because they are so small,
Just like my friends and me,
You couldn’t hear our call.
Friday, April 25, 2008
My poem....(in case you'd like to read it)...is in my post section for Febuary under: A Mother Mistaken...Another Life Taken. (tell me what you think!)
Monday, April 21, 2008
Have a B-E-A-U-TIFUL DAY!
Saturday, April 19, 2008
“This will all be over soon…it will pass by like nothing ever happened…. everything will go…. fine.” Thought Amanda to herself as she stood outside the abortion clinic entrance with her uncontrollably shaking hands both tightly gripping the door handle. Something inside her told her to turn around, but she told herself she must go in. Frustrated and confused with herself she began to declaim, “Open! Stupid door! Hands don’t you work? Come on just go in, it’s no big deal!” She started to try and reassure herself more quietly and controlled saying “I know, I’ll just do it really fast, before I know it I’ll be walking back out…care free. Now Open!”
Just then a little girl walked up from behind, seeming as if she appeared from nowhere. She was a very verbose little girl and it was clear as she began to talk to Amanda saying “Excuse me, to open the door first you must twist the handle and the push like this!” and she opened the door. Amanda quickly replied, “I know, I’m just nervous I guess, but thank you anyway.” Suddenly the little girl shuts the door again and blocked it with her entire body saying, “Nervous! Nervous about what? Tell me please! Could it be your getting a shot? You really don’t have to worry about that, I’d know because I’ve had lots of shots before, or maybe…” “No, no, no nothing like that, trust me. My goodness you are a loquacious little girl, aren’t you?” Said Amanda. The little girl replied, “Well I am Grace, I am 7 years old and I do not know what loquacious means but thank you it sounds very nice, but forget about compliments just tell me the reason you are nervous! Please?” Amanda thinks of a way to explain herself, she begins by saying ..
“Well, Grace, I am pregnant, and…”
“Your Pregnant! Oh my! Congratulations! Have you chosen a name? Is it a boy…or a girl like me? Do you know?” as Grace exclaimed this she then began to talk more concerned. She placed her small hands on Amanda’s stomached and quietly whispered, “Wait, why so nervous?” Amanda started to cry and said, “Well, I don’t know if it’s a boy or a girl, to me this pregnancy is more of a malediction than anything.” Grace started to cry “Malediction, how sad of a word that sounds, but don’t worry I’m sure you and your baby will be alright. Please tell me, what is wrong with your baby?” Amanda wiped her tears stepped away from the door and said to Grace, “Nothing, my baby is fine, I am the only one with a problem.” Grace smiled and said, “In that case go see the doctor, get a shot or two, and everything will be fine. Trust me it will!” Amanda turned around looked up at the clinic, and furthermore to the heavens thanking God. When she turned around Grace had vanished just the way she had come, without a trace.
Seven months later Amanda had a baby girl and named her Grace. Grace grew to be the most beautiful, optimistic, and affable girl you could ever meet. Constantly reminding Amanda of the gift of life. Amanda is now ineffably happy. She programs many colloquiums on the topic of Life versus Choice. Being a linguist she even travels to different countries, meeting in many different forums hoping to someday interdict the act of abortion. She has published a book where she indited her story of the little girl who saved her baby’s life, and restored Amanda’s life as well. Just as Grace touched Amanda’s heart Amanda prays to touch the heart of America, by God’s Grace.
(We all had to use ten vocab words to compose a really short story....so me being obsessed with being pro-life and catholic...I couldnt resist a senerio I kept imagining in my head. God's grace allows so much in life, and if we pray for He will give it to us, somtimes He also cant resist, so the little girl in this story is supposed to be an angel...to signify God's "Grace". ..just in case no one cought on (^-^) Well I wrote it Extremly fast and in a hurry. tell me what you think!)
"God sent you dad
You became his wife
And from your love
You gave me life.
When I was born,
You held me close,
Took a real good look,
And said “where’s his nose?”
When I heard you say that,
It hurt my pride,
But you were just kidding,
So I let it slide.
I was just getting to know ya,
And ya went and had Tom,
Boy I was jealous,
But I still love ya, mom.
Whenever my chips were down,
Or maybe I got the flu,
I thought it was over,
But you always pulled me through.
Yes, all through my childhood,
And into my teenage trend,
You were not only my mother,
But my best friend.
I started liking girls,
Always good girls too,
But the one I chose would have to be,
Someone just like you.
You’re the perfect picture,
Of what a girl should be,
Pretty and bright,
And always happy.
When I joined the Guard,
No matter where I’ve gone to,
Though much fun I’ve had,
I’ve always missed you.
But most of all,
You’ve made me strong,
With the faith in God,
and I love you mom.
I never knew how sweet my dad could be! (Haha just kidding, he’s always been the sweetest. Things I love most about my dad is the way he can always (ALWAYS) make me laugh, he can always give me a straight answer, he wakes me up in the morning with his guitar and amazing voice, he loves my mom the way a man should always love his wife, and he has always loved me, and I know this through, not only the paycheck he brings home everyday but all the little things he does. From what I’ve heard of my Grandma, he is a lot like her. Gosh were would I be without my dad….ouch.
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
I've learned from them how life should be lived, they have shown me how to live as a strong and true Catholic (everyday I learn more!) This is a faith they stood for the day they got married and one I will if necessary I would die for if it comes to that. Without my parents being who they are, I wouldn't even want to think of who I might be today. Because So much of them is in me, and there it will ALWAYS stay.
They are out to a movie right now...celebrating of course! 31 years of life (beautiful life) they are celebrating!!! It's so amazing! And no doubt I'll love them next year and for all eternity....so long as they both love each other this way for that long ;). Which of course...is obvious!! I'd like to ask you all to pray for them today! As I will pray also...(mostly in thanksgiving!) ! GOD BLESS!!!
Monday, March 17, 2008
I did the little "Irish name quiz" Its purdy coool. EXCEPT you cant cheet by redoing you name over and over waiting for one you like....Well anyways....HAPPY SAINT PATRICKS DAY!
|Your Irish Name Is...|
Sunday, March 9, 2008
I'm so excited to now be able to get a job.....and drive eventually!
It will be nice.
On our birthday we went ice skating, with some of the sweetest little kids out there! I had alot of fun..and I was amazed how quickly they all learned to skate!
After that we went ballroom dancing, that was fun as always. HOWEVER.. we are going to continue the celebration..but not until spring break, Joann is planning a bowling party (cosmic bowling..Woohoo... and I am planning a little ski trip with friends from out of town! I can NOT wait =D!!!! lol. I love breaks from school!
Well That about wraps it up!Have a great day and God Bless!!
Sunday, February 24, 2008
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO SCOTT(late) AND BEST WISHES EVER IN HIS NOW ADULT LIFE!!
(they both make my life so neat! Here's a picture taken back at Christmas time =D)