6 years of infertility. 3 months of brethine and numerous times in the hospital for premature labor. All for my doodlebug, Delanie.
Many have wondered about her name, thinking we are Irish. Ohhh, how I wish. I dream of being Irish with all the cool Irish traditions. But sadly we are German .
Oh, back to her name. Well, some that know Pat know that he is a Parrotthead, meaning a loyal Jimmy Buffett fan. Shortly before she was concieved, Buffett released an album, Fruitcakes. On it is her song..Delaney Talks to Statues. That was just what Pat needed. He forced me to name her after Buffett's daughter. NOT REALLY. I enjoyed the song too ..but naming her after a Buffett song...after Buffett's daughter. Really, that was just weird to me at first. But, the name soon grew on me. And I am so glad. The name suits her so well.
Delanie is just a gift from God to us. She is witty but very serious. Being in the spotlight is not her thing. Following the crowd is not her. Yet, she gets along with everyone. Reserved most the time.
She is so gifted with her writings. Her poems amase us. Her love of reading is astounding.
She is so strong . She proved that when she underwent her brain surgery.
Delanie is turning into such a lovely women. I shudder at the time of life when she is no longer at home. She is such a true joy.
I love you so much :)
All the pictures of the family turned out HORRIBLE!!!! so here is the ONLY good one of the kids and it IS NOT that good at all ughhhhhh
Do you like to go home? To the place you grew up? Do you miss the sights and smells of your childhood?
We travled to Alabama on Thursday...in the TRUCK :O. The suburban was dead and would not take us on our beloved trip so we took my truck. Ohhhh myyyyy. Let's just say it was a tight squeeze. Luckily , we did not meet any rain as all our luggage was in the back of the truck. The kids did very well, the best they have ever done as a matter of fact. I finished one of our read alouds-that was an accomplishment in my eyes. Had we been in the 'burb' I would not have been able to read as I would have to scream so the boys could hear me in the back.
We saw the first dogwood tree in Georgia. I really miss seeing dogwoods in bloom. Seeing those white flowers lets one know that spring is coming when you live in Alabama. My anticipation was building to see my parents farm in bloom...the whole mountainside.
Unfortunately , I only took one pic of a dogwood while there. Geee, for someone who wanted to see them, I sure didn't photo them...
We went to our home church, Harvestfield, on Easter. What a joy to see all our old friends.
A smile went over my face and my heart warmed when I saw the Bruce family, having been through so much over the past 3 years. Mark Bruce was shot in the head, by mistake , before hunting in fall of 2006. He underwent months in the hosp learning to care for himself , walk , talk etc.
He passed his driving test on Good Friday. My understanding was that it was quite an intense undertaking..lots of test, driving etc.
My heart just warmed when I saw him and Angela lifting their hands to the Lord in praise.
Truely prayers answered.
