I know, it has been about three months since I last posted here on my blog. Life has been busy as usual, and to be perfectly honest, I have been dealing with some rather heavy things emotionally and just have not had it in me to post anything here. I try to keep my spirits up, but there are some days when it is hard. This time of year can be especially hard for those of us who are dealing with the loss of loved ones whom we have passed within the past year or even longer ago than that. It is also hard knowing that this may be the last Christmas you have with someone you love. And while typing this, I just got a phone call from a dear friend who is in the ER. Depending on how things are looking, I may be heading in to see her as soon as Jeff gets home from watching our Isaiah sing at church this morning. I did not go because I am having a Fibromyalgia flare and I knew that sitting in the hard pews or standing up for any length of time was just not possible today. Please pray for my friend, she is dealing with so much and we love her dearly.
Now you understand why I needed a giggle, and I found it in Mortimer, or Morty for short. Morty is my "emotional support snail". ;) As soon as I saw Morty in the making, I knew he must be mine. Morty is part of a family of snails that our Heather's father Bruce carved and painted. He is a very talented man who has rediscovered his love of carving and does amazing work. You can see some of it on his Facebook page Gods Country Art (10) Facebook If the link does not work, you can find it on Facebook by doing a search. Bruce was selling some of his carvings at a local Christmas Craft Fair and I was so relieved to see my Morty still there. No, Bruce had not named, him, but I sure did! Some of Morty's siblings had already been sold, but there on the table was my buck toothed boy just waiting to bring me immense joy, and lots of giggles. So yes, I happily bought him and brought him home with me. Morty is the second carving that I have that Bruce has done. The first one was a custom-made gift from Chris, Heather and the boys. It is a honu (turtle) with special meaning to me. I wish I could share it here, but there are personal reasons that I cannot. So, everyone meet my Morty and may he bring you giggles too!
And not to be outshone by Morty, it is our grandson Tate's birthday today. He is now five years old! He is our bundle of energy and way too smart for his own good at times who also has us in giggles. One of Tate's latest escapades was when he loaded up his golf club set in the back of his little battery powered truck and drove across the cul-de-sac to the play park, unload his golf clubs, pick out just the right one and proceed to smack the golf ball hard with his driver. That kid has quite the golf swing and his accuracy rate at putting is amazing for his age. Since his daddy is overseas at the moment, our Tate is practicing so that he can beat him when Josh gets home and takes him golfing at the course at Hill AFB. Tate loves golfing there with his mom and dad. Peyton likes the snacks at the snack bar. LOL!
Wishing you all a holiday season filled with love, joy and yes, lots of giggles too!




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