Happy 1st of March

Well, in 6 days it will be the anniversary of Gramma Psuik returning home to Heavenly Father and just two days later her eternal companion joined her.

They had a double funeral. What a beautiful blessing for the family and a great loss to each of us.

Gramma Psuik and Grandpa Psuik were able to give Collin a big hug and smooch before he came to his mom and dad the day after their funeral.

Collin will turn nine, where have these years gone???

We will celebrate our thirty-seventh year together as eternal companions on this earth. Where is the time going.

We have been very blessed these past years together.

Love for each other through mountains and valleys.

Four delightful children that still bring us smiles.

Three more children that bring us joy and happiness.

Six more grandchildren and soon to be seven, who bring us more smiles and fun times.

That is what this journey is really all about, Family.

love you,

xoxo

Happy Valentine's Day

Beareth alL things

hOpeth all things

belieVeth all things

Endureth all things

Changed my poem ;.)

Laugh and the World laughs with you,

Weep and you weep alone,

But the sad old earth must borrow its mirth

But has trouble enough of its own.

Be glad and your friends are many

Be sad and you loose them all

But one by one we must all travel on

Through the narrow isles of pain.

I learned this in eight grade, there is more. I need to surf the net and find the rest of the poem.

;.)

Challenge: Memorize ;.)

A LITANY FOR SURVIVAL

For those of us who live at the shoreline
standing upon the constant edges of decision
crucial and alone
for those of us who cannot indulge
the passing dreams of choice
who love in doorways coming and going
in the hours between dawns
looking inward and outward
at once before and after
seeking a now that can breed
futures
like bread in our children's mouths
so their dreams will not reflect
the death of ours:

For those of us
who were imprinted with fear
like a faint line in the center of our foreheads
learning to be afraid with our mother's milk
for by this weapon
this illusion of some safety to be found
the heavy-footed hoped to silence us
For all of us
this instant and this triumph
We were never meant to survive.

And when the sun rises we are afraid
it might not remain
when the sun sets we are afraid
it might not rise in the morning
when our stomachs are full we are afraid
of indigestion
when our stomachs are empty we are afraid
we may never eat again
when we are loved we are afraid
love will vanish
when we are alone we are afraid
love will never return
and when we speak we are afraid
our words will not be heard
nor welcomed
but when we are silent
we are still afraid

So it is better to speak
remembering
we were never meant to survive

- Audre Lorde, The Black Unicorn

A New Site ;.)

Check out this cute new site call "All Dahled Up"

She has the cutest ideas with wood, burlap, vinyl it is wonderful.

Tell her I sent you ;.)

xoxo

Yea, it is Lover's month ;.)

A special time to just be romantic and fun loving ;.)

Happy Heart

xoxo