SERENDIPITY: Ava

Thursday, September 22, 2011

Ava

Ava and her babies. Her favorite babies.

This is her absolute favorite out of all favorites……Emma.

Ava still has such a LOVE for babies. Fake babies, real babies, you name a baby, she loves the baby. I kinda hold my breath thinking about the day when they aren't played with anymore. I wonder if it is right around the corner or what???? The really sad part of Toy Story 3 was when the boy gives away his childhood toys to this cute little girl. Yes, it is a cartoon, but I thought about all the memories I have with my children's toys. How heart breaking that will be when I have to pack up these babies or give them away???? I already said I could never give away - her precious babies, I mean, they will be on a special couch when she is all grown with kids of her own. I will be that mom, hope not, but it is possible. Bobbi has a small box of her special stuff. She says I got rid of some things that she wishes I wouldn't gotten rid of. Ooops. I try. Cooper is the kid that has a connection to even broken parts of a toy. He remembers why it broke and why that makes it special. That is like a Hoarders episode. So, we work through what to keep, what not to keep. Back to the babies. I am thinking that the babies for Ava will be real hard. She has this thing for them. She did tell me the other day that when she has a real baby that she is naming it Tami. And if she has another girl, she is naming it, Tami, also. Two Tami's in one family. I definitely think one is way enough. But I kissed her and said that would be great!

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If you can keep your head when all about you are losing theirs and blaming it on you; If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, or, being lied about, don't deal in lies, or being hated don't give way to hating, And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise; If you can dream - and not make dreams your master; If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim, If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster and treat those two impostors just the same; If you bear to hear the truth you've spoken twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, and stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools; If you can make one heap of all your winnings and risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, and lose, and start again at your beginnings, and never breathe a word about your loss; If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew to serve your turn long after they are gone, and so hold on when there is nothing in you except the Will which says to them; "Hold on!" If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch, If either foes nor loving friends can hurt you, If all men count with you, but none too much; If you can fill the unforgiving minute with sixty seconds' worth of distance run, Yours is the earth and everything that's in it, and which is more, you'll be a man, my son!

My Dad

our last christmas, little did we know!! we miss you-you are always in our thoughts. We sold his house, it was as if we had to say goodbye again. Nothing but fond memories. Movie night, hide and go seek, fishing, the beach, pool table, weight room, ice cream, bagels, peach diet iced tea, laughing...simply you. Miss you more than you will ever know. It feels as if it was just yesterday, thank God you are "free". "With your final heartbeat, kiss the world goodbye, go in peace and laugh on Glory's side. And fly to Jesus, fly to Jesus, fly to Jesus and LIVE....." .