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The Apple of My Eye

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Last week, while de-cluttering and organizing the girls’ closet, I found a poem I wrote for Andre more than ten years ago. Crazy! I changed it up a bit, hopefully improving it!

The Apple of My Eye

I love my husband dearly, for he’s a mighty man;
I’d love to have his children numbered as the earthly sand.

His stature is attractive, his countenance so handsome;
His knowledge is abounding as his longing is for wisdom.

He is an honest image of the Christ that died for us;
My submission to his lordship is where I place my trust.

He is patient with my weaknesses, and tries to build me up;
I am nourished in my soul, as when with the Lord I sup.

He bears my burdens mildly, encouraging my heart;
His desire for my happiness is holy, set apart.

His tender mercies comfort me, confirming I’m secure;
His dedication to my welfare is steadfast and sure.

His grace given to me covers multitudes of sins;
He is my lover, my friend, he is my closest kin.

To love him, what an honor;
To honor, what a joy!

We are one ‘til one should die;
He is the apple of my eye.

–Debby

Irresistible Impulse

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I have this intense desire to do things better. To do things in a manner that provokes fun and creates an opportunity for good memories.

The Valentine’s Day Table sans gifts

I have found that the best opportunity to make good memories is through family traditions. Doing the same special things week after week, or the same special things at holidays year after year.

One cannot put the gifts out too soon or the vulture’s begin to circle

It is like the children (and parents) have the opportunity to remember the “best of” and forget all the work, stress, or complications that may exist at different seasons of our life. Does that make sense?

Priddy likes her Sissy reading her Valentine to her –she receives compliments very well, indeed.

One family tradition that we have tried to form (since I was prego with Priddy) is family date night – pizza and a movie and popcorn and candy (I have also found that children more easily form good memories around yummy food and drink. So do I. Why should not the little humans?  This is the main reason why when grandparents, aunts and uncles and cousins are around, my chil’ren, for better or worse, rarely get a “no” to sweets. And what an aptly named treat! “Sweets.” They really do sweeten occasions, don’t they?  I digress…).

Sissy reading her Valentine

Some nights I fall asleep during a movie (I try not to!), or we don’t have popcorn, or we pick up take ‘n bake pizza, or someone throws up on the den floor during the movie, but overall, we enjoy Andre’s homemade pizza and a fun flick together. Some Fridays we even include others in our special date night.

Fuffy reading his Valentine! Please excuse the old “LSU LAW” T-shirt and the lack of make-up and hair styling (not that it is that good anyway…) — but 3 out of 4 chil’ren were sick today, so no church for me! 😦 But HE is so cute, especially with his new hair cut!

Another special tradition we have tried to establish is our Sabbath Suppers.  I may have already discussed this, or may in the future…

Andre cracking up over one his “why I love you’s.” It was some funny stuff!

In any event, in my never-ending quest for making my family feel loved and have cherished memories, I decided to try something new with Valentine’s Day.

Sissy loves her Lollipop!

Something simple (did I mention that although I have an “intense desire to do things better,” I do not always have the will or energy to do the work that goes along with it?).

Priddy loves posing with her Lollipop (which the mamarazzi loves!).

I decided that sharing one thing each person loves about another, or a reason for loving that person, would be good and encouraging. As my husband emphasized today, God is love and Christ died for us on the cross because He loved us. We, too, ought to show our love!

A little snake enjoying his sucker

So, I interviewed all the members of the family that can articulate what they love about or why they love the others. I printed them out, cut them out with cutesy scissors, took a piece of scrapbooking paper, glued a doily to it, and pasted the Strips of Love on each person’s Valentine.

Bako’s Valentine — I don’t think he’ll mind my sharing

It was really fun. And really funny. Some I just shouldn’t share. You know how that is, right?

Valentine’s from Emmy and Granddad — except for my extra brownies sans flags.

But here is one that I received from my hubby that was really encouraging to me (mostly because of the first sentence of my post): “I love how she always wants us to do better.”

Oh, how I love this man!

Does my husband know me, or what? And, Oh! How this little sentence shouts to me that he appreciates and enjoys my clumsy attempts. God bless the man who can love me so much!

And for those interested, here are “my brownies,” with the homemade flags:

Pretty cute, eh? They received many compliments at open house! Try them!

Where to start . . .

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To begin, Sissy has wanted to dress up as Lava Girl for months. In fact, she has had this deep desire to be Lava Girl since before Halloween/Reformation Day. Almost every day she tells me, in a very disappointed voice and with a very sad face, that she doesn’t have her superpower yet. When asked what superpower she wants, she expresses the longing for “fire in my hands like Lava Girl.” She has also wanted pink hair like Lava Girl.

Lava Girl from, “The Adventures of Shark Boy and Lava Girl”

She saved up her money, I discovered a place with a long pink hair wig, and so off we trekked to the party store. Sissy proudly paid for her new identity, which she thereafter donned as we darted through the supermarket. I don’t think anybody recognized her.

Lava Girl Sissy

But one (or two) unexpected event(s) popped up at the party store. First, do you know those bare breast plastic “costumes,” that I guess men hang around their necks at pagan parties? Well, unbeknownst to me, they had several of them on the bottom shelf just down the row from the wigs. I made the discovery when Sissy said, “Look, Mom! NURSERS!!! I don’t like those nursers.”

Great.

But apparently Baby Boy did like them, because when I turned around to check on him (as I had herded Sissy discretely back over to the attention of the wigs), he was pinching the red “cones.”

Nice.

My hubby has also always wanted a superpower (although he prefers the power of flying), so he donned the wig to see if he was able to have fire in his hands. The sparks were flying! HeeHee!

Lava Girl Daddy

My Hubby is a Plum! – ber

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When we bought our little home, we had two working stools.
But then one of them broke, so Hubby got out his tools.

A day of vacation he used for this bit,
Researching and buying the right kind of kit.

He bought all the right gear on the first trip to the store.
No subsequent trips to Home Depot? – Seems like folk lore.

He worked and he worked until he repaired this small seat.
Not being a plumber, this job was no little feat.

You see it was a complicated affair –
Driving this man to pull out some of his hair.

But he persevered until the toilet was running.
I was quite pleased and impressed with his plumbing cunning.

When the throne was fixed, he cleaned it to a brilliant shine.
What a joy for him to have his and me to have mine!

So this little family of ours, you see,
Again feels like we’re living like royalty.

This may seem like a silly thing in which to rejoice,
But who wouldn’t have more toilets, if given a choice?!?

Our Wedding Anniversary

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It has been 7 years since the genesis of our family.

It started out small, just the two of us, my husband and I. We had several fun-filled years of eating and drinking and being merry, being able to do pretty much whatever we wanted whenever we wanted. It was super-fun and we gained a lot of weight! Good thing love is blind!

Then, after much praying (or more appropriately: pleading, begging and crying) and well, you know, we had a daughter. And she was lovely from birth. Quite beautiful, I must say. So aesthetically appealing she is, it just seems wrong. And she is as sweet as “birday tate,” “ice peam,” “haheepop” “tockie tiss” and “m’s” all rolled into one! I could just gobble up that little girl as she flits about the house on her tippy-toes, with her long locks swishing back and forth across her tiny back! From serving tea and playing birthday party, to folding washcloths and throwing away Baby Boy’s dirty dipes, from carrying her pillow around and finding a comfy spot to lie down and suck her thumb, to begging for “more play” (i.e. more rastlin’) and more “teetee, teetee” (“tickling”), she has a happy expression, considerate demeanor, pleasing manner, helpful attitude and tender spirit. She is beguiling.

Then, after praying, continually attempting to manage the daunting tasks that were before us, and well, you know, we had a son. And, I am slightly embarrassed to admit that I thought this, but he was not necessarily what one would call aesthetically pleasing from birth – but looked very much like his great grandpa currently does (which is a plus when you are the 4th generation of 2nd born sons, and great grandpa values this position greatly!). But he, from the beginning, was like a worn teddy bear – a perfect fit, so cuddly and comfortable. He has filled out quite nicely, and has the cutest little face – I could just kiss those ruddy chubby cheeks all day long – then eat ‘em for dinner! When he looks at me, I just feel like he is totally in love with me! He is a little man-child, seeking out all trouble he can find — a “Curious George” of sorts, on some kind of adventure. This jolly little fellow, with his intense gaze, jovial laughter, hearty grunting and growling, and gummy smile is charming and winning — very much like his father (but Dad still has all his teeth, if not hair)! He has captivated all our hearts!

We enter our 8th year of marriage, doubled in size, having more love and happiness than we deserve, and trying to respond to all our blessings, which are truly without number, and the inevitable adversities of life (which only feel innumerable), with joyousness, contentedness, thankfulness, and obedience. Praise God! AMEN!

For My Husband, on his 34th Birthday

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The Apple of My Eye

I love my husband dearly, for he’s a mighty man;
I’d love to have his children numbered as the earthly sand.

To love him, what an honor;
To honor, what a joy!

His stature is attractive, his countenance so handsome;
His knowledge is abounding as his longing is for wisdom.

To love him, what an honor;
To honor, what a joy!

He is an honest image of the Christ that died for us;
My submission to his lordship is where I place my trust.

To love him, what an honor;
To honor, what a joy!

He is patient with my weaknesses, and tries to build me up;
I am nourished in my soul, as when with the Lord I sup.

To love him, what an honor;
To honor, what a joy!

He bears my burdens mildly, encouraging my heart;
His desire for my happiness is holy – set apart.

To love him, what an honor;
To honor, what a joy!

His tender mercies comfort me, confirming I’m secure;
His dedication to my welfare is steadfast and sure.

To love him, what an honor;
To honor, what a joy!

His grace given to me covers multitudes of sins;
He is my lover, my friend, he is my closest kin.

To love him, what an honor;
To honor, what a joy!

We are one ‘til one should die;
He is the apple of my eye.

–Debby