tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44595678082477227362024-03-06T01:55:41.018-05:00At Donna's DiscretionThis blog is for people like me who wear 100 different hats. From being a Mom, to a marketing professional, to a chef, to a taxi driver, to a volunteer, to a housekeeper....the list goes on. At Donna's Discretion highlights some of those adventures and has a wide range of topics, depending on what hat I'm wearing at the moment. Enjoy!Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger138125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459567808247722736.post-2665121108639354632018-01-18T08:48:00.000-05:002018-01-18T08:48:17.304-05:00The youngest is 8!<div class="MsoNormal">
My youngest baby,<o:p></o:p></div>
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I know you aren’t a baby anymore,
but in my heart, you and your brother will always be my babies. I am so proud of you. You have certainly matured over the past year
and are most definitely finding your way as a big boy. You are funny, kind, empathetic, athletic,
sweet, smart, charismatic and a friend to everyone you meet. You have never meet a stranger. I love how you are considerate of other’s
feelings and can just strike up a conversation with anyone at any time. You are a builder like Daddy. You love to build things, to take things
apart and to figure out how they go back together. You think outside the box and there is not a
lazy bone in your body. I am so proud of
your work ethic. It amazes me that I can
see it already. You are the first to
offer to help and the harder the work, the more you enjoy it. I pray your amazing qualities continue to
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You have had a fantastic year! You have done so many things for the first
time. From snorkeling in Florida, to
your first train ride and visit to New York City. You are such a great mix of city and
country. You talk often about wanting to
go back to New York. I have to admit,
that trip was one of my most favorite trips ever, too! As much as you loved the city, you also loved
your first camping trip with Daddy and all the fun things you learned in scouts
this year, from shooting a BB gun to shooting a bow and arrow to horseback
riding. You also had another great year
in sports. Your favorite sport is still
baseball. It’s so fun to help coach you
and watch you grow as an athlete. You
always encourage your teammates and are a good sport. That makes me more proud than if you were to
hit a homerun every time at bat. The
same with soccer. You truly give your
all and look at the sport from a team perspective and not an individual
one. I’m proud of the goals you score,
but I’m most proud of your attitude. My
wonderful son, I pray you continue to encourage others, have a good attitude
and be a good team player. You have many
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I will end this year’s letter my
precious boy, the same way I do each year.
By reminding you again how much you are loved and how proud we are of
you. We will always be here for you with
unconditional love. I will remind you,
like in last year’s letter, that there will be trials, but that God has
equipped you with everything you need to get through them. Keep growing in your faith, keep being
exactly who God made you to be knowing that our Heavenly Father does not make
mistakes and He made you! <o:p></o:p></div>
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Happy Birthday my remarkable
boy. May this coming year be your best
ever. We love you so much, we love you more, we love you most, we love you more
than most!<o:p></o:p></div>
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His annual birthday video is here: <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9a3XO8AIsoM&feature=youtu.be" target="_blank">Birthday video</a>Unknownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12035536829616137429noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459567808247722736.post-20186731521846026912017-05-09T20:09:00.001-04:002017-05-09T20:12:44.879-04:00The oldest is 12!My Dearest Nicholas,<br />
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You are 12. Happy Birthday to the first human to teach me the type of love that had previously been unfathomable. From the first moment I saw you, I knew exactly why I was put on this planet. You, my sweet young man, bring me joy every single day. <br />
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You continue to amaze me with your head and your heart. You understand things beyond your years and show extraordinary compassion and empathy. You aren’t afraid to march to the beat of your own drummer. Despite peer pressure, you make the right choices, even if it means going it alone. You are strong, much stronger than you even realize. I pray you keep that strength and discernment. They will serve you well. I pray you never lose your compassionate heart and your faith. Always look for the good, my precious son. It is there, even if we have to look beyond the surface. <br />
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This year you have found what you enjoy the most and what works best for YOU. You have decided not to play baseball and soccer, but instead continue with Boy Scouts, cello and Tae Kwon Do. I am so proud of you, once again, for following your heart and not the crowd. It would be easy to just continue doing what all of your friends are doing, but you are doing what is best for you. That takes courage and character. You have an abundance of both and I couldn’t be more proud. You have excelled at these activities and even won your first regional tournament in Tae Kwon Do. It brings me so much joy to see you working hard, thriving and having FUN!<br />
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Again this year we traveled, we served and we had adventures. I have enjoyed seeing you jump in and take initiative during your opportunities to serve. I pray you continue to notice the world around you and volunteer to help where you see a need. While it is important to do what is best for you, it’s also important to look beyond yourself at the world around you. Notice where there is a need and fill the need. It is also important to make sure you find a good balance. Don’t give so much that you lose yourself and don’t isolate so much that you miss opportunities to bless others and be blessed in return. I hope I can help guide you in this. <br />
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Nicholas Gabriel, you are a blessing just by being you. From the moment I found out I was pregnant, I loved you and that love has continued to grow every single day since. I cannot thank God enough for choosing me to be your Mom. How did I get so lucky? I pray God’s blessing continue to fall upon you and His favor and protection surround you. I pray you are always aware of His presence and always take the opportunity to share a kind and encouraging word. May you continue to do your best and to grow into the man you were created to be. Thank you for being compassionate, caring, kind, brave, loving, silly, funny, unique and just plain FUN! Thank you for being such a great big brother and loving son. Thank you for being YOU!<br />
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Love you most!<br />
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You can see his video<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2eH4m4zaLJc&feature=youtu.be" target="_blank"> here.</a>Unknownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12035536829616137429noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459567808247722736.post-3625386123626788162017-05-09T19:49:00.002-04:002017-05-09T19:49:14.064-04:00The Oldest is 12!My Dearest Nicholas,<br />
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You are 12. Happy Birthday to the first human to teach me the type of love that had previously been unfathomable. From the first moment I saw you, I knew exactly why I was put on this planet. You, my sweet young man, bring me joy every single day. <br />
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You continue to amaze me with your head and your heart. You understand things beyond your years and show extraordinary compassion and empathy. You aren’t afraid to march to the beat of your own drummer. Despite peer pressure, you make the right choices, even if it means going it alone. You are strong, much stronger than you even realize. I pray you keep that strength and discernment. They will serve you well. I pray you never lose your compassionate heart and your faith. Always look for the good, my precious son. It is there, even if we have to look beyond the surface. <br />
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This year you have found what you enjoy the most and what works best for YOU. You have decided not to play baseball and soccer, but instead continue with Boy Scouts, cello and Tae Kwon Do. I am so proud of you, once again, for following your heart and not the crowd. It would be easy to just continue doing what all of your friends are doing, but you are doing what is best for you. That takes courage and character. You have an abundance of both and I couldn’t be more proud. You have excelled at these activities and even won your first regional tournament in Tae Kwon Do. It brings me so much joy to see you working hard, thriving and having FUN!<br />
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Again this year we traveled, we served and we had adventures. I have enjoyed seeing you jump in and take initiative during your opportunities to serve. I pray you continue to notice the world around you and volunteer to help where you see a need. While it is important to do what is best for you, it’s also important to look beyond yourself at the world around you. Notice where there is a need and fill the need. It is also important to make sure you find a good balance. Don’t give so much that you lose yourself and don’t isolate so much that you miss opportunities to bless others and be blessed in return. I hope I can help guide you in this. <br />
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Nicholas Gabriel, you are a blessing just by being you. From the moment I found out I was pregnant, I loved you and that love has continued to grow every single day since. I cannot thank God enough for choosing me to be your Mom. How did I get so lucky? I pray God’s blessing continue to fall upon you and His favor and protection surround you. I pray you are always aware of His presence and always take the opportunity to share a kind and encouraging word. May you continue to do your best and to grow into the man you were created to be. Thank you for being compassionate, caring, kind, brave, loving, silly, funny, unique and just plain FUN! Thank you for being such a great big brother and loving son. Thank you for being YOU!<br />
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Love you most!<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459567808247722736.post-23301126492786909412017-01-18T21:18:00.002-05:002017-01-18T21:19:27.065-05:00The Youngest is 7!<div class="MsoNormal">
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What a year you have had! From wonderful things like Disney World, to
not so wonderful things like getting 5 staples in your head, you have done it
all! Your Daddy and I are so very proud
of the delightful little boy you have become.
You have the kindest heart, the funniest sense of humor and, even at
your young age, real work ethic! There
is not a lazy bone in your body my boy! We pray those amazing qualities of
kindness, love, compassion, bravery, vigor and humor continue to grow for you. We continue to pray that you use those God
given gifts to go out and be a light in this world. We pray that you always
turn to our Heavenly Father to help lead the way. <o:p></o:p></div>
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This past year has been exciting! You really did a great job in soccer and were
instrumental in your team having an undefeated season. More importantly, you were a good sport and
did not brag or boast. You just did your
best and supported your team and even encouraged those on other teams. This was your last year in t-ball and you did
great! Next year you start coach pitch, I can hardly believe it! You have finally caught up to your big
brother and can run just as fast as he does!
I can’t believe how fast you’ve grown!
Continue doing your best in all that you do son, this is all we ask of
you. Do your best, be kind, be encouraging,
be a good friend and teammate and HAVE FUN!<o:p></o:p></div>
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We had another fun trip to Disney
and this year, we had our special Mommy and Caleb trip, where it was just you
and I for a few day before your brother joined us. I love our special bonding trips and I hope
that as you grow, the memories of them are as sweet for you as they are for
me. My little beach bum, we also went to
Myrtle again and, just like your Mommy and big brother, you are a beach
bum. It’s only January and you are already
asking when we can go back! You finally
mastered the boogie board this year and did a great job body surfing. Every year you learn a new skill!<o:p></o:p></div>
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year! I can hardly stand how cute you
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I will end this year’s letter my
precious boy, the same way I do each year.
By reminding you again how much you are loved and how proud we are of
you. We will always be here for you with
unconditional love. I will remind you,
like in last year’s letter, that there will be trials, but that God has
equipped you with everything you need to get through them. Keep growing in your faith, keep being
exactly who God made you to be knowing that our Heavenly Father does not make
mistakes and He made you! <o:p></o:p></div>
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Happy Birthday my remarkable
boy. May this coming year be your best
ever. We love you so much, we love you more, we love you most, we love you more
than most!<o:p></o:p></div>
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You can find his video <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yRsEa38Z0X8" target="_blank">here</a></div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459567808247722736.post-29309956711368727782016-05-09T08:47:00.000-04:002016-05-09T08:47:04.029-04:00The Oldest is 11!!<span style="font-size: x-small;">Every year, I make a video and write a letter to each of my boys recapping their year. Here is the oldest's for 2016.</span><br />
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No longer can you show your age by using your fingers, you
are officially a pre-teen (gulp).
Nicholas Gabriel, you leave me in awe.
Every single day you make me smile.
Every. Single. Day. You are
growing so quickly my precious son. Not
only physically, but also in your character, personality and faith. I pray you continue to grow, continue to
thrive, continue to always have hope and feel loved, because my precious son,
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We’ve had another awesome year. We have travelled, we have had adventures, and
we have served. I love how willing you
are to help those who need it. How you
think of others, how aware you are of what goes on around you. May you continue to notice the world around
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Another year of soccer, baseball, scouts and cello are under
your belt. I’m so glad you still enjoy
them. You are so well rounded my
beautiful boy and I am thankful. I hope
you continue to have a lot of different interests and always do your best. I’ve always told you that it doesn’t matter
to me if you are the best or worst player on the team or the best or worst
cellist in strings, I just ask that you do your best with your best
attitude. Always be a good sport, lift
those who need encouragement, help those who need it and always do it
humbly. Those lessons will always apply.<o:p></o:p></div>
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In your letter last year, I wrote the following and it still
applies, so I wanted to remind you. Please
try to remember to give yourself a break and not dwell on your mistakes. There
is no one harder on you, dear son, than you!
Learn from your mistakes and move on.
It’s good to be determined, to do your best; to want to make the ones
you love proud, but dear child know this…there is NOTHING you can do to make me
love you less. My love for you is
unconditional, it can not be earned by deeds or good grades or winning
games. You don’t need to put so much
pressure on yourself. Try to find balance. It’s great to be motivated, but don’t forget
the fun! At the same time, all fun + no
purpose or motivation = trouble. Work on
finding that balance. Again I say to
you, don’t dwell or beat yourself up, learn from your mistakes, move on and do
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Nicholas Gabriel, you are a blessing. I can not thank God enough for choosing me to
be your Mom. You amaze me with your
intelligence, sense of humor, your heart and your faith. I pray God’s blessing continue to fall upon you
and His favor and protection surround you.
I pray you are always aware of His presence and are never afraid to
share your gifts with others or to share a kind and encouraging word. May you
continue to do your best and to grow into the man you were created to be. Thank you for being an amazing, funny, brave
and caring person. Thank you for being
such a great big brother and loving son.
Thank you for being YOU!<o:p></o:p></div>
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Love you so!<o:p></o:p></div>
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You can find his video this year by clicking<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mi0xJmTU4C4" target="_blank"> here.</a></div>
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His letter from last year is<a href="http://atdonnasdiscretion.blogspot.com/2015/05/the-oldest-turns-10.html" target="_blank"> here.</a></div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459567808247722736.post-46022879865745575092016-01-18T08:22:00.002-05:002016-01-18T08:22:54.680-05:00A Letter to the Youngest on his 6th Birthday<i><span style="font-size: x-small;">Every year, on their birthday, I write a letter and create a video for each of my boys recapping their year. This is the youngest's for 2016.</span></i><br />
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So here we are at another
year. Everyone told me it would go
faster the second time and they were right.
How is it possible that you are already six? You have grown into such an amazing little
boy with so much love, kindness, personality and just a touch of mischief. You fill my heart with so much love and
happiness. <o:p></o:p></div>
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My dear, sweet, boy, as much as you
have grown physically, you’ve grown even more mentally and spiritually. Your sense of humor is enormous, your love,
empathy and compassion are well beyond your years. We pray that continues to grow for you. We pray you use the gifts that God has given
you to go out into the world and make a difference, to serve others as a way of
serving Him and to love and honor God first.
We pray you continue to be a good friend and loving little brother. We pray health and happiness over your life
forever.<o:p></o:p></div>
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This past year has been a busy one
filled with many firsts. You finally got
to play soccer and baseball for Radford Rec, just like your big brother. You did fantastic, were a great sport and
earned your first medals. I can’t
believe how fast you can run! I was most
proud of what a great sport you were.
You were always cheering for your teammates and even players on the
other teams! You never had a bad
attitude and always did your best. This
is all we ask of you when it comes to sports, my energetic boy. Do your best, be kind, be an encourager, be a
good friend and teammate and HAVE FUN!<o:p></o:p></div>
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This year you finally got to go to
Disney World! We all agreed that it was
the best vacation our family has ever taken together. We were so lucky to not have had long lines
and the weather was beautiful! You are
such a fun little boy to take on trips.
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Beach my little beach bum. You still
love the water park and going down all the big water slides all by
yourself. This year, since you were bigger,
you got to do even more and go on even bigger slides. You still had no fear. I love how brave you are. We also got to go to a new dinosaur exhibit
that took your new found love of dinosaurs to even greater heights. I have never known a child so young to know
so much about dinosaurs! You know their
scientific names, if they are herbivore, carnivore or omnivore, you even know which
period of time they lived. It’s so interesting to listen to and learn from
you. You say you want to be a
Palentologist when you grow up and my smart little boy, I have no doubt that
you will accomplish whatever you want to do. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Remember how much fun we had on our
Mommy/Caleb trip to DC? You finally got
to see a REAL T-Rex skeleton! You were
fascinated by all the fossils and thought the fossilized dinosaur poop was just
about the funniest thing you had ever seen.
I love making memories with you. <o:p></o:p></div>
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There were even more firsts this
year, you lost your first tooth, you learned to ride your bike with no training
wheels, you are growing up so very fast! Then in August, another BIG first. Your first day of Kindergarten! You were ready and so excited to finally get
to go to a big boy school like Nic. You
have done WONDERFULLY in school! We are proud
of how much you’ve learned and how far you’ve come! You read your first full sentence all by
yourself this year, way to go! I pray a
love of learning stays with you throughout your life. No matter how old you are, there is always
something new to learn!<o:p></o:p></div>
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I will end this year’s letter my
sweetheart, by just telling you again how much you are loved and how proud we
are of you. I will remind you again that
we will always be here for you with unconditional love. I will remind you, like in last year’s
letter, that there will be trials, but that God has equipped you with
everything you need to get through them.
Keep growing in your faith, keep being exactly who God made you to be
knowing that our Heavenly Father does not make mistakes and He made you! <o:p></o:p></div>
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Happy Birthday my remarkable
boy. May this coming year be your best
ever. We love you so much, we love you more!<o:p></o:p></div>
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My sweet boy,</div>
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10. T-E-N. You are ten.
A whole decade old. I have to
keep telling myself this because it is so hard to believe. Double Digits. The last year you will be able to show your
age on your not-so-little hands. I
remember those chubby little fingers that have now grown into amazing
instruments used to throw a baseball, play the cello, write and draw, give a
high five, provide a helping hand, pray.</div>
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What a year it has been!
This year you were finally able to zip line for the first time. You’ve waited a long time to do it and at
last you were big enough! It is so fun to go on adventures together. You have such a strong sense of adventure
mixed with just the right amount of caution to be safe. We had fun in many different places this
year. We especially enjoyed DC, <st1:city w:st="on">Myrtle Beach</st1:city> and of
course, Disney World! How blessed we are
to have opportunities to travel. Thank
you, my precious son, for not taking this for granted and for your thankful
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As you have grown, so has your heart. Each year I think it can’t possibly get any
bigger and each year you surprise me.
You are considerate of others feelings and are so often thinking of ways
to help friends, strangers and even animals.
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My dear young man, I love your determination. When you decide you are going to do
something, you do it! You aren’t afraid
to put in the work required to meet your goal and that is awesome. Whether it’s getting an A on a test or being
a meteorologist on TV, when you want something, you go after it. I pray you never lose that sense of purpose. May you remain steadfast in what you want and
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My beautiful son, sometimes you are just too hard on
yourself. I get it. After all, you are your mother’s son. I understand that when you mess up (as we all
will do), there is no harder critic of yourself than you. Please try to remember to give yourself a
break and not dwell on your mistakes. Learn from them and move on. It’s good to be determined, to do your best;
to want to make the ones you love proud, but dear child know this…there is
NOTHING you can do to make me love you less.
My love for you is unconditional, it can not be earned by deeds or good
grades or winning games. You don’t need
to put so much pressure on yourself. Try
to find balance. Too much of something
is never a good thing. It’s okay to put
some pressure on yourself if it helps to motivate, but don’t forget the fun! At the same time, all fun + no purpose =
trouble. Work on finding that
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You are still determined to be a meteorologist and a storm
chaser when you grow up. I have no doubt
you will accomplish all you set your mind to.
What fun and wonderful memories you now have of all the weather related
fun we’ve had this year. From your tour
of the WDBJ7 weather studio last May, to the tour of the National Weather
Service last fall, to your turn as Kidcaster on WDBJ7 in April. My bright boy, I know you will go far.</div>
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You started playing the cello this year. We’ve tried a couple of instruments before,
but Nicholas, I do believe we have found THE ONE. You love it! It fills my heart with so much joy every time
I hear you play. You are such a well
rounded boy; from boy scouts, to sports, to music to academics, you put your
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Nicholas Gabriel, you are a blessing. I can not thank God enough for choosing me to
be your Mommy. You have a beautiful
heart, fantastic faith, an astonishing mind and a brilliant future ahead of
you. I hope you’ve enjoyed your first
decade; I can’t wait to witness the next!
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You can see his video <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ld7fJEE-uss" target="_blank">here</a>.</div>
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Last year's letter is<a href="http://www.atdonnasdiscretion.blogspot.com/2014/05/happy-9th-birthday-to-my-oldest-annual.html" target="_blank"> here</a>.</div>
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My confession is that when I was in school, I loved standardized testing. We didn't have the same SOL's that kids take today. I don't recall the name of our day long "nerdfest," but it was some younger incarnation of today's SOL. I do, however, remember how happy I was when it was time to spend the whole day with just me, my brain and my No. 2 pencil.<br />
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I enjoyed how quiet it was in the class, how everyone was focused, how I didn't have to think about anything else except what I was doing at that moment. I liked that it didn't count towards my grade so all I truly had to do was my best and there was no way it wouldn't be good enough. Even if I "failed," I could still pass. I loved that we were all in it together. I liked that I could go the whole day and not be worried about if the teacher was going to call on me. I hated being called on. I felt more pressure in having to answer a question in front of the whole class than I ever felt from test days.<br />
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The point of this post is to simply share with parents that to your kids, the SOL's may be something completely different than what they are to you. Not all kids are stressed out about it. Some actually look forward to it. Let's not let our distaste for the test influence how our children feel about it and cause them more stress and pressure. Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459567808247722736.post-16346560342807400792015-01-18T19:10:00.004-05:002015-01-18T19:11:25.088-05:00Happy 5th birthday to my youngestMy sweet Caleb,<br />
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You came into the world without any movement, blue and quiet. But, my strong boy, that was the last time you were still and quiet! All in one moment you brought me from joy to fear and back to joy again. You continue to do that daily. Do you know what else you do daily? You fill my heart with LOVE. You complete our family, you amaze me and you make me laugh. You are deeply loved.<br />
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It’s hard to believe you are half a decade old. It’s been five years since we were blessed with you my precious boy. It sounds so cliché, but is so true….time flies! It hasn’t always been the easiest 5 years, but I wouldn’t trade them for the world.<br />
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This past year has been so full and you have grown in so many ways. Your heart is one of the biggest I’ve ever known. You continue to show love and compassion in ways that are well beyond your years. This doesn’t just fill your heart, but mine and your Daddy’s as well. We pray your heart continues to grow and you continue to share it the rest of your life.<br />
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Your sense of humor is fantastic! You laugh so easily and love to make others laugh. May you always keep that my funny boy. <br />
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You are also brave in so many ways. You are fearless, courageous, curious, adventurous and energetic. Sometimes we just don’t know how you do it. Up early every morning and never ready for bed time. May you always have the energy and courage to do the things that really matter in life.<br />
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It has been another exciting year of firsts my beautiful boy. Remember going to the zoo in North Carolina for the first time? You loved the polar bears! It was also the first time you got to do a ropes course and zip line. You were fearless and patient! It took time to learn how to lock and unlock yourself onto the lines, but you never got frustrated, I was so proud. You went to the Natural History Museum and the Air and Space Museum in Washington DC for the first time, too. You were fascinated by the interactive dinosaur exhibit and getting to see the large rockets.<br />
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We also did our normal family activities this year like hiking the Cascades, going to the Safari Park, a trip to Gatlinburg, and our annual trip to Myrtle Beach, among others. Each year our trips become even more enjoyable and I feel so blessed to get to share so many adventures with you. I love your audacious spirit, always willing to try new things, to be brave, to learn, to have fun!<br />
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My precious son, your faith is another attribute that is well beyond your years. You love God, you always think of ways to follow Jesus all on your own, without prompting and that, darling boy, makes my heart swell. May your heart always be filled with love, kindness, braveness, wisdom and selflessness. May you grow to be a strong, happy, devoted Christian man. <br />
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Please know my sweet, sweet boy, that your Daddy and I love you more and more each and every day. Know that there is nothing you can do to change that. Grow, my precious one, in that knowledge and go out and share that love with others. Know that we will always be here for you, no matter what. Know that there will be trials, but that God has equipped you with everything you need to get through them. Keep growing in your faith, keep being exactly who God made you to be knowing that our Heavenly Father does not make mistakes and He made you!<br />
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Today you are 9. You
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But, no matter what age you are, you will always be my baby. It’s hard to believe that as quickly as time
has passed in the past nine years that in the same amount of time, you will be
ready to go out into the world on your own.
The realization of this makes me want to treasure our time even
more. I do love spending time with you
Nicholas Gabriel. You are so funny and
smart. We can have the most amazing
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I also love your adventurous spirit. This year you were able to go snorkeling for the
first time. It was such an amazing
experience. Swimming beside you and
holding your hand while we explored the reef, pointing out the fish, swimming
AWAY from the barracuda, being brave, having fun, and being in awe of how clear
and blue the water was and of course, making memories. I loved watching you as you took in the
beauty and the wonder of this new world you had never before seen. So many wonderful memories. Thank you, Nicholas, for giving me the
opportunity to experience the world through your eyes and helping me to see the
beauty. Sometimes as we get older, we
forget to notice how beautiful the world is.
We get so busy that we just don’t take the time to see. I pray, my extraordinary little man, that you
always remember to take the time to see the beauty around you and remember to
thank God for it. Never take for granted
how blessed we are with the opportunities we have had. Be thankful and be humble and with every
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Speaking of sharing, I am in awe of your heart. Your willingness to help others amazes me and
I also pray that you never lose that.
When you came up with the idea, all on your own, to donate money to
weather disaster victims, instead of getting birthday presents, I could not
contain my joy. I have always tried to
teach you and live by example that we should do all we can to help others; I am
thankful that you have listened and stepped up to help fill needs when you see
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Your first year at the “Big Kids” elementary school has been
outstanding. You have maintained
straight A’s the entire year! Please
know, my bright boy, that as happy as I am that you have all A’s, what is most
important is that you do your best. I
have always told you that it does not matter to me if you win or lose, if you
get the best grade or the worst, as long as you truly did your best, as long as
you are kind, as long as you don’t give up.
Those are the some of the things I want most for you. Your character is more important than any
grade. The type of man you will become,
the way you treat others, the life you lead, the love that you share and what
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This past year was the first year you played football. You also continued with baseball and
soccer. It’s amazing to me to see how
much better you’ve become! You have
really grown as an athlete. Your first
time up to bat this year you scored your team’s first home run of the
season! How exciting! Always be a good sport, my precious son, be
humble with your gifts and encourage others.
ALWAYS. I will love you and be
proud of you no matter what, but when I see you encouraging others and being a
good sport, even when you are losing, I am more proud of you than if you were
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In closing, my sweet boy, I will simply say I love you more
and more with each passing day. You and
your brother are, beyond the shadow of a doubt, the reason I am on this
beautiful earth. You help give me
purpose, you fill me with love, you amaze me, you fill my heart to
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His annual birthday video can be found<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HwqguEjoEOo" target="_blank"> here</a>.</div>
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Last year's letter can be found<a href="http://www.atdonnasdiscretion.blogspot.com/2013/05/my-annual-birthday-letter-to-my-oldest.html" target="_blank"> here.</a></div>
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Yes, I know you aren’t a baby anymore, at least not
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To see how much you’ve grown, not just physically, but your
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Over the past year, you have proven to be one of the most selfless 3
year olds I have ever met. You always
think of others first. At this young
age, that blows me away. I have seen you
get a snack and when I ask why you have two, your reply is, “One is for me, one
is for Nic.” When I ask if Nic asked you
to get him a snack, your reply has been, “No, I just love him so I’m going to
do this for him.” This isn’t just a rare
occurrence, this happens almost on a daily basis. If we are at a store and I offer to buy you a
surprise, before saying yes, you always ask if Nic can have one too. Your heart is amazing. You always want to do for others, to make
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What a year you have had my beautiful boy! We had so many adventures, from your first
trip to <st1:state w:st="on">Tennessee</st1:state>, to your first helicopter
ride, to your first trip to <st1:state w:st="on">Florida</st1:state>! In January we went to Rez Kidz for your
birthday trip. We had so much fun in
Gatlinburg dancing and singing at your first Go Fish concert. They are still your favorite group and your
favorite song by them is Five Little Monkeys.
We were fortunate to have great weather and to be able ride on the ski
lift. I was nervous, you were not. We spent the long weekend just being a
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Then there was <st1:city w:st="on">Myrtle
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little beach bum, you love playing in the sand!
We had a great vacation with your favorite babysitter Nikki. Because we had a sitter, you and your brother
each got to be king for the day. While
one of you stayed with Nikki, the other went with Mommy and Daddy and we did
whatever you wanted. You wanted to ride
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Our third trip of the year was to <st1:state w:st="on">Florida</st1:state>.
Just you, Mommy and Nic on our first road trip with just the three of
us. It was our Mommy-son adventure! We
went to see your God-family in <st1:city w:st="on">Naples</st1:city>
and had a blast! You love your
God-family so much and look up to your God-brother Jacob. We played in the pool, went to the park, the
children’s museum and just spent wonderful time with them. Before getting to <st1:city w:st="on">Naples</st1:city>,
we made a pit stop for a couple of days in <st1:city w:st="on">St. Augustine</st1:city>. The hotel we stayed at had its own huge water
slide. I thought you would be
intimidated. I should have known
better! I tried to go down with you the
first time to keep you safe, but you didn’t need me. You were so fast that you started down the
slide without me. From that point on,
you just did it all by yourself. You and
your brother climbed those stairs and went down that slide for three full
hours! You couldn’t get enough! Seeing your smiles and your joy made my heart
overflow. I couldn’t believe what a
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You continue to do great in school as well. Your teachers often have funny stories or
share how helpful you are. Again, you
have an amazing heart and personality to boot!
You are doing well writing your name, as well as other small words. You
love to read, color and especially love to build things. You are also great
with puzzles. Your favorite thing to play with is your railroad tracks. You are
constantly taking them apart and putting them back together in different
configurations. It’s the best of both
worlds, a cross between building and puzzles and incorporates trains, which you
are CRAZY about right now! We are
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My hilarious child, every day you make me laugh. Every. Single. Day. Without fail.
It doesn’t matter what type of day I’ve had, you can pick up on how
others are feeling and know how to make them smile. It is a gift.
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We also see your faith growing, which is the most
important. Now, instead of saying the
typical “Now I lay me down to sleep…” prayers, you want to speak from your
heart. You always take the time to thank
Jesus and acknowledge Him at this young age.
We could not be happier. My
sweet, sweet boy, please know that in all of life, this is the most
important. Keep that faith, that
thankfulness and that humble heart.
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little boy you are becoming and also sad that it seems to be going all too
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I’m not complaining though. While I do miss having the time to blog, I have found that the time I used to spend blogging has been replaced with other loves. Loves that fill me even more. I do want to get back to keeping up my blog, though. As I looked back through the years of posts this morning, I read things that I had forgotten. Re-reading old posts ignites memories and reminds me of things I’ve learned along this journey. It reminded me why I blog, not only to help retain my memories and share them with my children when they are older, but also to share with others lessons and laughs.<br />
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What are the other loves that have taken away from my blog you ask? Of course, I have my beautiful family, but they’ve been around a long time. The big change for me has been my return to school. Finally, I’m getting my degree and I have to tell you, it’s fantastic! I’ve always been a bit of a nerd. Now, I’m a full grown nerd. I love to study, to read, to (EEEK) take tests! As bizarre as it sounds, I find comfort in these things. I am blessed beyond measure to have such a wonderful, supportive husband and wonderful children. They share my excitement, give me time when needed for studying and are truly happy for me. I couldn’t do it without their love and support. The most surprising thing to me has been math. It was my biggest fear. I HATED math. My motto had always been, “What do I need it for? I have a calculator!” Now, with learning architectural design, math is a MUST. When I saw my first lesson that included fractions and ratios I thought I was going to DIE. Imagine my surprise when I aced my first math exam! Now that I’m more than half way done and have maintained straight A’s, I can say that I actually (gulp), enjoy math. It’s official, I’m living in bizzaro world and I love it here!<br />
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What a year it has been!
Each year we try to give you and your brother new experiences. Not to spoil you, my sweet son, but because
we want you to see how big and full of opportunity the world is. Opportunities to help others, opportunities
to be brave, opportunities to have fun, make a difference, be kind and learn
something new. It is a fact that we are
blessed to live in a country where opportunities are endless. Your own grandfathers, as well as other
family members, have sacrificed to ensure that. It’s important, my dear big boy, to always
remember that and be thankful. I’m proud
of you that at such a young age, you understand that and have taken advantage
of those opportunities presented to you.
Like the time we volunteered at our local food pantry, you went right to
work vacuuming, setting up tables and doing whatever was asked of you with a
joyful heart. And remember your birthday
last year? Instead of presents, you
asked everyone to bring supplies for the local animal shelter. I love your giving heart.</div>
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year. We went for RezKids and had such a
BLAST! We got to worship in a fun way
and even sat right in the front row at your very first concert. We saw Go Fish and loved them! We also rode the ski lift for the first time
and it reminded us of when we parasailed.
How blessed we were that even though it was January, the weather was
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This is your last year at “little kid elementary.” It seems like just yesterday I dropped you off
for kindergarten and soon you will be heading off to third grade at the new
“big boy elementary.” You are excited
and ready to go. I am trying to slow
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You played soccer again this year for the Griffins and your
team had a great season. We just began
baseball season and you are playing for the Angels. I was so proud of you during the first game,
you scored two runs and got one out. Do
you know what impressed me the most though?
Your sportsmanship. As you played
catcher, you congratulated every single player on the opposing team that came
across home plate. May you always keep a
humble and kind heart. Always know, my
beautiful boy that I don’t care about winning or losing. Your character is so much more important.</div>
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Again you are excelling at school. I’m so happy that you LOVE learning, I learn
something new on a daily basis from you.
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You are still fascinated by weather. I understand this. I could sit and watch tornado hunting shows
with you all day (we never have, but we could)!
You check the skies daily and inform me what type of clouds there are,
you search for clues about coming weather patterns and give me your forecast
every single day. You say you want to be
a tornado hunter and work for NASA as a meteorologist when you grow up so you
can combine your love of space and weather.
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I could go on and on.
I could write an entire book about how much I love you and how you amaze
me, about your wonderful heart, your funny sense of humor, your amazing
character and all of the things you, my precious son, have taught me. I would rather, however, tell you those
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I love you Nicholas Gabriel.
I wish you the happiest of birthdays and that the coming year is your
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Always and forever, to the moon and back,</div>
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Your annual birthday video can be<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZF1TM88MrT4" target="_blank"> found here</a>.</div>
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<span style="text-align: center;">Last year's letter and video can be<a href="http://www.atdonnasdiscretion.blogspot.com/2012/05/letter-to-my-7-year-old.html" target="_blank"> found here</a>.</span></div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459567808247722736.post-45690216124560683652013-03-26T14:35:00.001-04:002013-03-26T14:36:26.362-04:00It's been a while...It's been a couple of months, so I figure it's probably time to update. I'm sure no one really reads my blog and I can't blame them, I don't update enough. At this point, my blog really is just to help me remember what goes on in this crazy life of mine and for my children to one day look back on. Hopefully, one day I will read some of these posts to my grandkids.<br />
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My hope with my blog is that it also helps others in some small way. To relate, to know you aren't alone, to laugh, to share, to inspire, to learn. Sometimes it happens and that's great. The rest of the time, this really is just for me and my family.<br />
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Since I last posted I have once again taken on firefighting. I suppose 15+ years of it in Northern Virginia just didn't get it out of my system. I have actually surprised myself, I remember ropes and knots, I remember how to correctly put on all of my gear, including the SCBA (self contained breathing apparatus) and crawl around on the floor in a maze of smoke without being completely out of breath when I'm through. It's weird, it's just like second nature to me and an environment I've always been very comfortable in.<br />
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My husband's business has really grown. We now have a 4,300+ sq. ft. facility. Our headquarters houses our workshop and offices. He works so hard and I'm proud of him. The business has taken a majority of my time, as I've become very involved and hands on. I do more for <a href="http://www.samsbrothers.net/" target="_blank">his business</a> than <a href="http://www.cwimarketing.com/" target="_blank">mine</a> anymore, but I love it! I'm really enjoying working with hubby and the opportunity for us to be creative together.<br />
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The boys continue to grow and amaze me daily. The little guy continues to excel in school and soccer season has now started. Although the weather has already cancelled two out of our three games so far. The littlest guy is doing great as well, his personality is one of the best, funniest, sweetest personalities I've ever known. Each day they both make me smile. What also amazes me is that each day, they can also both drive me nuts. It's all part of having children, I know lots of parents can relate.<br />
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I wish I could write more, but I just don't have time. Most of my blog writing time now goes to business blogs, so there just isn't time for personal ones anymore. Ah well, I'll do the best I can.<br />
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My littlest man, you are three. I’m sorry I always start your letters the same,
but it’s because it’s true. Time
flies. It feels like I JUST had you and
now look at you, such a big boy! You are
such a blessing my precocious, sweet and funny boy.</div>
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What a year it has been.
You started preschool this year and Daddy and I were a little nervous,
but you have adjusted wonderfully. You
did not cry a single tear, just waved goodbye and excitedly jumped right
in. You are definitely a “people person.” You have never met a stranger and are always
waving and saying hello to people you’ve never even met. You remind me to do the same, to take the
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You have learned so much in the past year. I couldn’t believe it when you wrote your
name all by yourself. But, it’s not just
the ABC’s and 1, 2, 3’s that surprise me.
My son, your dexterity amazes me.
Is there anything you can’t take apart and put back together? You have figured out things that stump
me! What really makes my heart happy is
how patient you are while learning and trying new things. If you don’t get it right away, you just keep
trying, without getting upset. You did
NOT get that from me. I am learning from
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You can be so mischievous and so loving all at the same time. It is impossible to stay upset with you. Like the time you snuck a piece of chocolate
candy into your bed at nap time and fell asleep with it in your hand. When I got you up from your nap, it looked like
the Hershey factory exploded in your bed, on your walls and all over you. You looked up at me and said, “Oh, Cawub,
what did you do? I’m so sorry Mommy, I’m
a mess!” Then you started singing the
Laurie Berkner song, “I’m a mess.” You
approach things with a wonderful sense of humor. I treasure that. After we cleaned everything up, you hugged me
and said, “Thank you Mommy, I WUV.” I
loved that you appreciated my helping you clean your mess and didn’t just pull
out the cute, “I love you” at the beginning, when you thought it would help get
you out of trouble. You said it after
everything was over. I can always feel
how much you mean what you say. Your
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Speaking of your heart, I am so thankful that you are already
showing a love of the Lord. You pray
everyday and LOVE going to church. All
throughout the week, you ask if we can go to church and are so disappointed
when I tell you during the week that we aren’t going until Sunday. My prayer for you and your brother is that
you take that love of the Lord with you throughout your life and share it with
others. Always trust in Him. Faith can be so hard to have sometimes; those
are the times when it’s most important to keep.
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My sweet baby (yes I know you are no longer a baby, but to
me, you will always be my baby), you make our family complete. I can not imagine life without you. Every single day you make my heart feel like
it will burst right out of my chest with love for you. Every single day you challenge me. Every single day I learn from you. Daddy, your big brother and yes, even our
doggy Maximus, loves you so very much.
We are proud of the little boy you are growing into and can’t wait to
see what your future holds.</div>
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To see his year 3 birthday video, <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e2JTYWdagMc&list=UUCF3IyY8RykfeyJXGcNyodQ&index=1" target="_blank">click here</a>. (Disclaimer, have tissues handy)</div>
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To see his year 2 video, <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pKSFU1iyogU&list=UUCF3IyY8RykfeyJXGcNyodQ" target="_blank">click here</a>.</div>
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And year 1 is <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uZwniQgxK_E&list=UUCF3IyY8RykfeyJXGcNyodQ" target="_blank">here</a>.</div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459567808247722736.post-31438221306730491832013-01-16T10:29:00.000-05:002013-01-16T10:29:03.482-05:00Quick UpdatesMy poor blog. It has felt the effects of my over scheduling. I used to at least post 2-3 times a month. Now, I post every 2-3 months. Well, sometimes once a month, but still, not nearly enough. <br />
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With that being said, here is my lazy post with quick updates glazing over what I should have blogged about, but didn't have time to:<br />
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1. Thanksgiving was wonderful. We had a house full of family and lots to be thankful for.<br />
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2. Christmas was equally wonderful, but quiet. We didn't see family until a few days after Christmas, it was actually nice to not have an overbooked, stressed out, travel filled Christmas. To just have quiet time to focus on the true meaning of the season and enjoy much needed one on one time with my boys. My oldest played the angel Gabriel in our Christmas play at church. He was named after the angel Gabriel and did a wonderful job, so as you can imagine, I cried. Hubby and I sang in the Christmas cantata where he had a <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1RjJKLg7kGU&list=UUCF3IyY8RykfeyJXGcNyodQ&index=2" target="_blank">solo</a> and did GREAT! We also sang a duet of "O Holy Night." The youngest had his <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s_EOl2YxqKY&list=UUCF3IyY8RykfeyJXGcNyodQ&index=3" target="_blank">first recital</a> at preschool that we really enjoyed. Especially the part where he did his best Al Bundy impression and shoved his hand down the front of his pants. What can I say? He's comfortable on stage. Other than that though, he was a hit. Our season was very full of giving and it felt wonderful. Hubby built a playhouse that he donated to the oldest school's new outdoor classroom. The oldest and I volunteered at a local food pantry, among other service projects we took on. As I stated on my FB page, I share this not to boost or to get a pat on the back, but simply in the hopes of inspiring others to give back. Take the time to help others and you will find, you are actually helping yourself even more.<br />
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3. New Years Eve was awesome. We went to a friends house that had a family friendly New Year's Eve. There were lots of people, food, games, fellowship and the kids all had each other to play with as well. A lot of fun was had by all.<br />
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4. I joined the fire department. Those of you who actually know me, know that I was a firefighter for 15+ years when I lived in Northern Virginia. After 7 years of living in SWVA, I finally decided to go for round 2. I am now a firefighter at my local fire department, because yes, I just don't have enough to do :-).<br />
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Please forgive the numerous typos and grammatical errors that I'm sure are in this post, maybe one day I'll have enough time to share a perfectly written post, but don't hold your breath.<br />
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Wishing you all a safe, happy and prosperous 2013!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459567808247722736.post-18872357277635372872012-12-08T09:53:00.000-05:002012-12-20T08:11:48.820-05:00God's Will vs. Free Will<br />
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was and think, “Well, duh, why’d it take you so long to realize that?” The answer is: it didn’t. This
is something I’ve always KNOWN, but I don’t think I fully comprehended or felt
the love and peace that comes with it until last night. It’s kind of like when you’re a kid and you
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Then a marvelous thing, a rare thing started happening. I started thinking.</div>
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In the back of my mind I always wondered how, if we have
free will and our will is different from God’s and we go down a very wrong
path, can we say HIS will is being done?
Sometimes we make choices that are very clearly not God’s will. What happens then? God’s will doesn’t change, but we are doing the
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Then I realized what I had been missing, the word “prevails.” Duh, Donna, that’s a pretty important word to
miss. I was reading it as His way wins,
as in right then and there. Not thinking
that to prevail requires time, patience, grace…LOVE. His will prevails regardless of what path we
venture down. No matter how far away
from Him we roam, He loves us so much and is so gracious in His love, that He
uses our poor choices to develop in us what is needed for His purpose. He doesn’t just turn His back on us when we
do stupid things that we know aren’t right and aren’t according to His will. No, He uses our failures to groom us for HIS
ultimate will. So even if you take a wrong turn at <st1:place w:st="on">Albuquerque</st1:place>, eventually,
no matter how much you fight Him, no matter how much you exercise your free
will, His will will be done! <br />
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But what about when someone is murdered? What if a drunk driver kills an innocent family, how can that be God's will? The answer: It isn't. Remember, we have free will and our free will sometimes affects other lives. Having faith requires trusting God that ultimately, every life has a greater purpose and His will is NOT to punish us, but to save us. No matter what we do, GOD IS IN CONTROL. God is there with you, grieving, comforting, being the loving Father that He is.</div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459567808247722736.post-27549389095956282672012-11-10T06:52:00.001-05:002012-11-10T06:57:48.475-05:00Pet Peeve #52 - Y cnt u spel wrds out?I know I'm getting old. I can tell from my last two posts. Oh well, here goes.<br />
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I cnt stnd it wen ppl rite lik ths, evn wen they r nt txtng.<br />
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Okay, truth be told, I can't stand it when they write like that even if it's just when they text. This just proves how old I'm getting, because 90% of the American population under the age of 25 seems to write like that anymore. Now, if you are under 25 and don't do this, don't worry, I love you and give you your "props" in the last paragraph (I used the word "props," see how cool I am? Okay, maybe not. Maybe I'm just "all that and a bag of chips," as they used to say back in my day).<br />
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Now, mind you, I'm NOT the grammar police and I'm certain my writing makes English teachers cringe, but at least it appears as though I put forth some effort by spelling a majority of my words correctly. Fortunately for me, there is also spell check. I don't think our youth know about this handy feature.<br />
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To sum things up, whenever I attempt to read a status update or text from a majority of today's youth, I feel like I need to get out my Little Orphan Annie Secret Decoder Ring. (see that reference, once again proving I'm old). I want to reply, "YOU ARE 24 YEARS OLD, DAMMIT! LEARN TO SPELL!"<br />
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Of course, not all of our youth do this, which makes it all the more delightful when I correspond with a young person who actually writes out all of their words. No shortcuts, no slang. I want to reach through my electronic device and hug them. Then call their parents and thank them for doing such a good job.<br />
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Peace out.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459567808247722736.post-44877219370191062092012-10-17T07:12:00.000-04:002012-10-17T07:17:48.338-04:00I2LH-25...The Latest Threat Against American YouthYou've all heard of H1N1, but have you heard of I2LH-25? Probably not. Why? Because I invented it. It is the name I give to the syndrome suffered by so many younger Americans. I have seen such a high number inflicted with this in the past week that I felt it necessary to raise awareness.<br />
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What exactly is I2LH-25? Simply put, it is the <b>I</b>nability to <b>L</b>ift your<b> H</b>ead. It happens to many Americans under the age of 25 (hence the 25). Symptoms include subject being unable to look you in the eye, as well as the inability to acknowledge your presence, even if they are being paid to do so (say at the grocery store, department store, doctors office, etc.). It is believed that this syndrome stems from cell phone use. Today's youth have no need to look up to make a point, they have no need to even open their mouths. Everything is communicated via cell phone. This syndrome can also branch out leaving the subject unable to spell correctly. <br />
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The prognosis isn't pretty. Studies show that by the age of 40, people suffering from I2LH-25 will look like the Hunchback of Notre Dame.<br />
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What can you do? Educate your children and loved ones. When you are speaking, require them to look at you and acknowledge your presence. Ask for their feedback. When they are speaking to you, have them practice eye contact. Try communicating in person when you are in the same house, not via text messaging.<br />
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Please, help stop I2LH-25 before it becomes an epidemic. As G.I. Joe says, "Now you know, and knowing is half the battle."<br />
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This has been a public service announcement from At Donna's Discretion and concerned parents nationwide.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459567808247722736.post-17544226441149739462012-07-24T09:58:00.001-04:002012-07-24T09:58:11.284-04:00There is something wrong with meI think there is something wrong with me.<br />
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I can't take a compliment.<br />
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I know in the grand scheme of things, this is no big deal, but I feel bad about it and think I'm probably not the only one with this problem.<br />
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Why am I like that? Why are so many women like that? I have been trying for a long time to correct this problem but, while I have improved, I'm still failing miserably.<br />
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I LOVE to pay compliments to others and I never do it with an ulterior motive. If I say, "I love that shirt!"or "You are rocking those shoes!" or "You look beautiful!" or "Your strength is amazing!" or "I admire your ability to do that!", and so on and so on, I mean it. It makes me feel good to lift others and let them know that yes, in fact, you do rock! After I pay a compliment to someone and they argue with me that actually they don't rock, or no they don't look great, it's kind of a bummer.<br />
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Why then, is it so hard for me to accept a compliment from someone else?<br />
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I'm worst with my husband. He tells me all the time that I'm beautiful or that I look great. You know what my response usually is? "You need to have your eyes checked." or "Oh, Whatever." Yup, it's true. I'm embarrassed to admit it, but it's true. I catch myself sometimes and just say thank you. But, a lot of the time, I cut down his compliment without regard for how that makes him feel. The truth is, I'm grateful that he finds me beautiful and thankful that he loves me and cares enough to take the time to let me know. I do tell him this, but I still fall into the, "whatever" trap a lot. <br />
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If someone on Facebook compliments a picture of me, I make excuses, it's the angle, or the lighting or because it's in black and white and everyone looks good in black and white. I don't just say thank you. <br />
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I'm working on it though. Yesterday a friend paid me a compliment and I just said, "Thank you!" I wanted to pay her one in return, but I know when I pay a compliment, it's not because I want one in return and that I most appreciate it when someone just says thank you. So, that's what I did. It felt really weird and awkward, but I did it. Then, I realized I did it.....and suddenly, it felt great! <br />
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I can do this! I can learn to accept a compliment and realize that I deserve it! You know what else? So can you!<br />
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459567808247722736.post-50988736400544598972012-05-09T09:57:00.001-04:002012-08-14T12:58:54.246-04:00A Letter to My 7 year old.<br />
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<span style="font-family: Tahoma;">My sweet big boy, you are
seven. SEVEN. I can’t believe it has been seven years since
I first laid eyes on you and instantly fell in love in a way I had never before
known. Of course, I also fell in love
with you the moment I found out about you and hid the bun in the oven for your
Daddy to find. You’ll have to ask me about that wonderful day, I remember it
like it was yesterday and would love to share the story about such a monumental
occasion in our lives with you. Then,
when you were born and I first laid eyes upon you, the love that I had for the
baby boy in my womb immediately grew to new heights that I didn’t even know
existed. It is a love that truly only
parents can know and I pray one day you get to experience it as well.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Tahoma;">There are so many things to
recap about your year, but I will start with the single most important. It happened on Christmas Day. <span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;">As
I was tucking you in, you said to me, "Mommy, I want to be saved."
I asked you if you knew what that meant and your reply was, "When
you ask Jesus into your heart. Jesus is our Savior; He was born on
Christmas day and then at Easter he died, but three days later they rolled the
stone away and the tomb was empty because Jesus went into Heaven. I want
to go to Heaven when I die and I want to ask Jesus into my heart to save
me."</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Tahoma;">As you can imagine, my sweet boy, I was floored. We have
talked about being saved before and you learn a lot in Sunday school, but that
night, it just came out of the blue. We talked about it for at least
another half hour because I wanted to be sure you understood what it meant.
It was something you wanted to do with me at that very moment and you
wanted to do it on Jesus' birthday. Again, this is the last thing I
expected to happen on Christmas Day, but of course, I was thrilled for you.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Tahoma;">You asked if your stepdad could join us and we all prayed
together, I simply sat there, cried and let you speak from your heart to Jesus. How blessed I feel. Thank you, my precious son for sharing that with
your stepdad and me. I realize as a
mother how blessed I am to not only get to be there when you were born
(obviously), but also when you were re-born.
I pray God’s protection and blessing over you for all of your years to
come.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Tahoma;">This year you started first grade!
Your transition into school has been wonderful. You are an excellent student and love
learning. I hope that continues for your
entire life. Even after you graduate
from college, dear son, it is important to continue to learn. Your love of learning will be a blessing for
you throughout your life.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Tahoma;">Right after you turned 6, you learned to ride your big boy bike
all by yourself! I will never forget the
look of surprise and joy on your face when you took off for the first time through
our yard. I think you were just as
surprised as we were at how far and how fast you went!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Tahoma;">Another dream came true this year, we went to Disney! What fun that was! I couldn’t believe how much energy you
had! We were blessed with the
opportunity to go with Chris, Angelica and Jacob and because Angelica was able
to coordinate everything so well, we saved money and even got to stay at the
Disney Resort, which allowed us the extended hours at the </span><st1:place><st1:placename><span style="font-family: Tahoma;">Magic</span></st1:placename><span style="font-family: Tahoma;"> </span><st1:placetype><span style="font-family: Tahoma;">Kingdom</span></st1:placetype></st1:place><span style="font-family: Tahoma;"> from </span><st1:time hour="22" minute="0"><span style="font-family: Tahoma;">10 p.m.</span></st1:time><span style="font-family: Tahoma;"> until </span><st1:time hour="3" minute="0"><span style="font-family: Tahoma;">3 a.m.</span></st1:time><span style="font-family: Tahoma;">
I was EXHAUSTED, but even as we were getting back to our hotel at </span><st1:time hour="4" minute="0"><span style="font-family: Tahoma;">4 a.m.</span></st1:time><span style="font-family: Tahoma;">, you had tons of energy! We loved being there during the day, but
night time was even more fun! We got to
ride the rides over and over again without lines, we got to sit right up front
for the parade, there was no hot sun and it felt like we were the only people
in the park at times. It was
wonderful! You even rode Space Mountain
THREE times! Mommy was terrified of roller
coasters at your age. I’m so glad you
love them. You, my son, help keep me
young! After </span><st1:place><st1:placename><span style="font-family: Tahoma;">Magic</span></st1:placename><span style="font-family: Tahoma;"> </span><st1:placetype><span style="font-family: Tahoma;">Kingdom</span></st1:placetype></st1:place><span style="font-family: Tahoma;">, we went to Epcot. You loved all the beautiful flowers and
butterflies (we were there during the International Flower and Garden festival);
you actually learned a lot while we were there about science and history! Again, I love how you love to learn. Your favorite ride at Epcot was Soarin’, but
the fireworks were what blew you away!
No one does fireworks like Disney, that’s for sure!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Tahoma;">You are adventurous, my big boy!
This year you went parasailing for the first time. How wonderful it was to fly through the air
with you over </span><st1:city><st1:place><span style="font-family: Tahoma;">Myrtle Beach</span></st1:place></st1:city><span style="font-family: Tahoma;">.
You are definitely a beach bum like your Mommy! I thought you might become nervous as we went
higher and higher into the air, but you just said how relaxing it was and
enjoyed every minute of it. Remember how
quiet it was from up there? We saw
stingrays and fish, what a special moment to share with you.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Tahoma;">You started coach-pitch baseball this year and you are again on
the Nationals! How wonderful that you
love sports as well. You are well
rounded, Nicholas and that is fantastic!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Tahoma;">You also became a cub scout this year and have done well. Your derby race was exciting and you even
brought home a 2<sup>nd</sup> place trophy!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Tahoma;">Another first this year, we ran our first official race. I did the 5K and you did the kids fun run in
Floyd. Once again, you cracked everyone
up when you came across the finish line waving and giving the “thumbs up” to
everyone as if you were in a parade. You
are such a little ham and you certainly like playing to the crowd!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Tahoma;">You were in our church Christmas program again this year and once
again had solos to sing. This year was a
little different though, because for the first time, you and I sang together in
front of everyone. My sweet boy, I am so
thankful for your love of music. Music
truly is soothing to the soul, a wonderful form of worship and a beautiful gift
to share. Music is certainly important
in our home.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Tahoma;">We did have another first this year that was a bit tough. Your first (and hopefully last) surgery. What started as a simple sty on your eye
became a very large sty that just wouldn’t go away. After several months, many different
treatments and seeing a specialist, it was determined the only way to get rid
of it was to have it surgically removed.
Who would have ever thought a little bump on the eye would have turned
into something needing surgery? Not us,
that’s for sure. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Tahoma;">The day of surgery you were very brave. When they gave you the loopy juice, you were
very giggly and funny! But when they
rolled you away for the surgery, I had to try very hard to hold myself
together. My baby had never had surgery
before and it was very scary for me too.
When the doctor came back in and told us everything went well, I felt
like the whole world was lifted off my shoulders and I thanked God for keeping
you safe. When you came back in the
room, though, you were having a hard time.
You were still a little out of it from being put to sleep and the IV was
in your foot, which you did NOT like at all.
It was a little rough at first, but after they were able to remove the
IV, you started calming down and before long, were doing much better. And do you remember, my brave boy, that while
you were under they had to pull out your loose front tooth? Because of your sty, your visit from the
tooth fairy came a little early! In
every situation, my precious son, even the difficult ones like surgery, always
try to find the good. Focus on the
positive and stay hopeful, it makes the hard times easier. Face your difficulties knowing that God has
given you the ability to get through whatever path is in front of you. Know that God has also given you lots of
people around you who love you and will be there for you. Don’t be afraid to ask for help when you need
it and always be willing to lend a hand to whoever may need it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Tahoma;">I’ll end this letter by saying, Nicholas Gabriel, that you are
such a blessing to me and so many. You
are a wonderful big brother, a terrific son and a fantastic friend. I am so proud of you for being brave enough to
be exactly who God made you to be. I
have noticed that you don’t give into peer pressure, if your friends are doing
something you know isn’t right or safe; you DON’T go along with them. You do what you know is right in your
heart. You are equally kind to everyone,
even if they are different or not the most popular. I am thankful for your character and your
courage, son. I am thankful for your
heart. I am so thankful to God for blessing me with
you and for your kind and giving nature. I am thankful that you have so many
different interests and enjoy doing so many different things. I am simply so
very thankful, Nicholas, that you are YOU and look forward to watching you grow
into the wonderful man I know you will become.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Tahoma;">I love you, my precious and oldest son.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Tahoma;">P.S. Here is the birthday video I make for you every year, son. Enjoy and know that the lessons in this song are very important and something to carry with you throughout your life.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Tahoma;"><a href="http://www.atdonnasdiscretion.blogspot.com/2011/05/letter-to-my-son-2011.html">Last year's letter and video can be found here</a>.</span></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459567808247722736.post-34485021384534153452012-05-02T11:55:00.000-04:002012-05-02T11:56:07.362-04:00So Much to Write, So Little TimeI haven't posted since February. FEBRUARY! That has to be an indication that I'm too busy. But, it's good to be busy!<br />
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So here's a few highlights, there's more, but who has time to write?<br />
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<li>My little guy just finished another year of soccer and is starting his first year of coach-pitch baseball. </li>
<li>The little guy and I had the opportunity to go to <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aKJ7iLVuvzk&list=UUCF3IyY8RykfeyJXGcNyodQ&index=2&feature=plcp">Disney with my BFF during spring break</a>. What a GREAT trip that was. </li>
<li>I'm preparing to run a 5K in memory of my friend's nephew, Jack Donaldson this Saturday (feel free to donate to his favorite charity <a href="http://www.firstgiving.com/fundraiser/inmemoryofJack/jackslanterns">Samaritan's Purse</a>).</li>
<li>The baby is now potty trained (<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4kZjrdgBZCg&feature=bf_prev&list=UUCF3IyY8RykfeyJXGcNyodQ">I really do have to stop calling him the baby</a>).</li>
<li><a href="http://www.cwimarketing.com/">Work</a> has been SUPER busy with lots of new clients (so thankful).</li>
<li>The little guy will be 7, YES SEVEN, in just 7 more days. This means birthday party prep is now taking place.</li>
<li>Hubby and I <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qlt5DewLjMc&list=UUCF3IyY8RykfeyJXGcNyodQ&index=3&feature=plcp">sang our first duet at church</a>.</li>
<li>I'm still teaching and coordinating Sunday School.</li>
<li>I will have a new niece by the end of the summer.</li>
<li>Our annual family trip to the beach is booked, whew!</li>
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And now, back to our regularly scheduled programming.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459567808247722736.post-37172538375076167282012-02-21T13:43:00.003-05:002012-02-21T13:52:12.836-05:00Sugar Sugar...I'm so embarrassed<p class="mobile-photo"><span style="font-size: 100%; ">This morning my little guy came up to me, told me he loved me and put a heart sticker on my sweater. He placed it right about my collar bone and said, "It says Sugar, Sugar Mommy because you're so sweet and it's a heart because I love you.'</span></p><p><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Awww</span>. I happily wore my sticker. As I went about <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">runn</span><span style="font-size: 100%; "><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">ing</span> errands I noticed that people kept giving me strange looks, some even laughing as they looked in the direction of my chest.</span></p><p>What I didn't realize, was that when I put my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">seatbelt</span> on it moved my sticker.....directly over my chest....in a...<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">ummm</span>, kind of embarrassing spot. </p><p>There on my chest, in not the best of places, is a heart that reads, "Sugar, Sugar." I have worn this all day. I can't help but be embarrassed and laugh like a crazy woman at myself.</p><p>Hope you laugh too.</p><p>.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXt_vX3N92KHN8MsqnGfYl-fqAcZzq-EamRzDFhXoW3nw6P4-faTmYRciWcraw2mk64i3cezx1rLwoofCQ5pkWFuo7ybr1MXus0Op6QecmAQTFEaOE6b-b0nrV1tf7duQ9UAKzCQMFkRf7/s1600/022112133223-725813.jpg" style="font-size: 100%; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXt_vX3N92KHN8MsqnGfYl-fqAcZzq-EamRzDFhXoW3nw6P4-faTmYRciWcraw2mk64i3cezx1rLwoofCQ5pkWFuo7ybr1MXus0Op6QecmAQTFEaOE6b-b0nrV1tf7duQ9UAKzCQMFkRf7/s320/022112133223-725813.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5711661511508301090" /></a></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459567808247722736.post-74056034539380090012012-02-13T13:38:00.002-05:002012-02-13T14:11:29.943-05:00Some Life Lessons....I've compiled a list of some things I've learned in life, I'm sure I'll add to the list as I get older, but I wanted to share some of what I have. I know many of you already know these things, but sometimes it's helpful to have a reminder. Maybe you needed a reminder today.<div><br /></div><div>If you aren't happy,</div><div>do something about it.</div><div><br /></div><div>When you don't have time,</div><div>make time.</div><div><br /></div><div>Instead of making excuses,</div><div>find solutions.</div><div><br /></div><div>Don't just regret your past,</div><div>learn from it.</div><div><br /></div><div>Don't take anything for granted,</div><div>show your appreciation.</div><div><br /></div><div>Laughter,</div><div>it really is the best medicine.</div><div><br /></div><div>Instead of being partial to only a limited type of music,</div><div>learn to appreciate many different genres.</div><div><br /></div><div>When you are hurt,</div><div>forgive.</div><div><br /></div><div>You only get one body,</div><div>take care of it.</div><div><br /></div><div>When someone apologizes,</div><div>accept it and move on.</div><div><br /></div><div>Don't pigeon hole yourself,</div><div>try new and different things.</div><div><br /></div><div>Nature is more than beautiful, it's amazing,</div><div>stop and smell the roses.</div><div><br /></div><div>If you don't like your situation,</div><div>change it.</div><div><br /></div><div>Don't lie, but if you do,</div><div>immediately tell the truth.</div><div><br /></div><div>If you love someone,</div><div>tell them.</div><div><br /></div><div>Just because someone doesn't agree with you,</div><div>it doesn't mean they are wrong.</div><div><br /></div><div>Letting go is often the hardest thing to do,</div><div>but it's usually necessary.</div><div><br /></div><div>Just because someone doesn't love you back,</div><div>doesn't make loving them a mistake.</div><div><br /></div><div>Sometimes bad things happen to good people,</div><div>understanding why is not guaranteed and does not change things.</div><div><br /></div><div>When you're wrong,</div><div>admit it.</div><div><br /></div><div>Friend's aren't just a bonus,</div><div>they are a necessity.</div><div><br /></div><div>Pray,</div><div>EVERYDAY, no matter what.</div><div><br /></div><div>God loves you,</div><div>EVERYDAY, no matter what.</div><div><br /></div><div><div> <p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0