Friday, November 28, 2014

Flashback Friday - Infistar

Many, many, many years ago there was this precious man who drove 1-1/2 hours to work and then 2 hours home eaach and every day for his family. He left for work at 5:00 a.m., didn't get home until 7:30 p.m. He had 30 minutes with his kids, ate dinner, was in bed by 9:00. . . all to get up and do it over again the next day. This wasn't a job that paid a whole lot of money, but it got the bills paid and put food on the table for his family.

This precious man did this mundane job that he didn't like for seven whole years. Seven years. He spent more time with his coworkers than his family. Some men love this, but not this man. This man would rather be with his family than anyone else on the whole face of this earth.

He sacrificed and sacrificed greatly. . . and he never complained. 

But, there came a day when this precious man was able to say, "Goodbye, Adios, Sayonara, don't let the back door hit you where the good Lord split you." 

And these sweet people who had grown to love this precious man gave him a going away party. The family they hardly knew (because it was too far for his family of small children to travel to be apart of his work life), they included his wife and his kids. The wife included his Dad, who was so proud of him. 

This precious man's precious Daddy got all teary-eyed when people said all of these kind things about his son. He knew them all to be very true. He was proud of his boy. . . and so was I.
And all these folks knew this man well enough to love on him with food.

Clearly, this precious man, his life touched the life of many, more than just his family

Thursday, November 27, 2014

Throwback Thursday

I'm not sure when these pictures were taken or what the occasion we were celebrating, but these are the things I do know.

What my Daddy's hands look like.

How much I love and miss my Papa.
My Dad always has a face and eyes that are tired and worn out and he can make the maddest of mad or the saddest of sad. And above all this, I love him.
This little cutie pie still makes me laugh until my stomach hurts. 
This little mini-me still loves her Mama ferociously and I love her way more than she could ever love.

Jen, Faith, and Lisa

I love these ladies.

And our times together of celebrating one another.
And life.
And our families.
And our friendships.
And our days are busy.
And these two have known each other for forever.
And time is escaping all of us. . . much quicker than we want.

And God is so good and so gracious to give me each one of them.

Christmas Cookie Bake 2013

We always love and look forward so much to our annual cookie bake with our cousins. This year Papa met us at the door like this.

He was so excited he killed one kind of varmint, so he went and killed another kind of varmint.

These two girls are serious about their cookie baking.

Love this lady, so, so much.
Cookie baking makes us tired.
And some of us want to run around without our shirts on.
And these two ladies love the camera.
Sweet brother and sister.

This is my favorite part of the entire cookie bake. . . the sitting around the table, drinking coffee, and catching up. I  loves my family.

Snow Much Fun

This post is coming late, like almost a year late. Gigi wanted to treat the entire family, last Christmas, to a night at Stone Mountain and all the sweet things that come along with that. We thought it would be Granddaddy's last Christmas, so she wanted it to be special. Bless her heart. He gave her a fit, and she had to stay in the hotel room with him most of the time. She wouldn't let any of us help. She was grateful we all had such a sweet time together. 

The girls

The siblings

My girls

Me and Mini-Me.
Uh-oh, this is dangerous territory right here.

It all starts out real incident. All the peeps trying to hit a target with a snow ball.

But, watch out, because before long. . . the snowballs start getting thrown at the unsuspecting ones.
Let the games begin.

We all headed back to the hotel and warmed up with a nice warm beverage.

We hotel explored and found a game of human checkers.
And we chilled out in the hotel lobby.

The next day we headed out to ride the sing-a-long train.

And on the way home this is what I found in the back of our van.

Merry Christmas 2013.