Dear Hailey and Trinity,
Hello! I love and miss you. I hope you had a great week.
I am finding it more and more difficult to keep your sweet faces so clear in my mind. When we were there, it was as if time stood still; but now, as the week has flown by, your faces have faded in my memory...guess that's why I go back over and over my pictures of our visit.
Wasn't it a wonderful visit? Dancing with you, Trinity, and just looking into your beautiful face...ah! And you, my sweet Hailey girl...your giggle is contagious...I'm gonna post a video, but you probably won't be able to see it unless mommy takes you to the library...it's the one of you doing your dance to daddy's soundman beat!!! Then you start giggling...cracks me up every time I watch it...
Kiss mommy and daddy for me, ok? Then have them kiss you for me, Hailey...then you gently kiss Trinity for me and papa, ok?
Have a great time at church with your class tomorrow and remember that your gramma may be in Texas, but her heart is right there close to yours.
I wrote a poem this morning...it was for you girls. It's on my blog...
I love you.
Forever your gramma.
Saturday, January 31
Thursday, January 29
Hi, Girls!
Wacha doin'? I'm making pizza dough for dinner...
Thought I'd include a story for mommy to read to you, Hailey...Here's the website, if mommy wants it! http://www.macgillicuddy.org/
Monster-ous Mouth
As he walked through the forest, Mr. Monster heard what he thought was a familiar voice. "You ding-blasted stupid dumb thing!" cried his son’s voice. "Why can’t you work right?"
Mr. Monster had no idea what MacGillicuddy was talking about. But he knew that he did NOT like the kind of language that MacGillicuddy was using. He stayed and listened for a few moments more, but things seemed to quiet down after that.
"Hmm," thought Mr. Monster. I’m going to have to talk to MacGillicuddy about the language he uses." But Mr. Monster was busy running some errands, so he figured he could talk to MacGillicuddy later.
Later that afternoon, MacGillicuddy and Mayhem were playing in the apple tree, right above MacGillicuddy’s underground home. MacGillicuddy was on one of the lower branches, nearer the ground, and Mayhem was high up in the tree. MacGillicuddy was breaking off old dead branches, and tossing them up at Mayhem.
But Mayhem was very good at catching them before they hit him. Then he would throw them back at MacGillicuddy. Because he was higher up, it was easier for Mayhem to throw them hard at MacGillicuddy.
MacGillicuddy caught most of the branches, but every once in a while, he would miss one. If he was lucky, the branch would miss him, too. But Mayhem threw pretty well, so sometimes MacGillicuddy got hit by one of the branches.
They were tossing the branches at each other, and laughing, when . . . CLUNKKK!!! One of the branches hit MacGillicuddy right on the head. In fact, it hit him right above his eye. "Mayhem, you stupid, dad-blasted, no-good, gosh darn dope!" yelled MacGillicuddy. "You almost hit me in the eye!"
MacGillicuddy was mad! "What kind of a dumb ding-dang dodo are you, anyway!?"
"Hey, MacGillicuddy!" answered Mayhem. "Don’t you talk to me that way!"
"Yeah? Why not?" demanded MacGillicuddy. "You could have made me blind! I’ll talk to you any way I like! It’s my tree!"
"No you won’t." answered Mayhem. "Because I won’t stay!" Mayhem began climbing down the tree. When he reached the ground, MacGillicuddy jumped down from the branch he was on.
"Sure, go home. Who wants to play with a stupid like you, anyway?" MacGillicuddy yelled at him.
Mayhem turned his back, and walked away. He didn’t say anything to MacGillicuddy. He just kept on walking. That made MacGillicuddy even madder. He couldn’t argue with Mayhem, if Mayhem just walked away.
"Hey, Mayhem!" MacGillicuddy called. But Mayhem just kept walking.
"HEY, MAYHEM!" MacGillicuddy called even louder. But Mayhem just kept walking.
HEY, MAYHEM!!! MacGillicuddy bellowed! But Mayhem just kept walking.
Then MacGillicuddy did it. He took a deep breath, and yelled at Mayhem as loud as he could. But it wasn’t so much how loud he yelled, as what he yelled. You see, MacGillicuddy called Mayhem a bad name, and then, he swore at him.
When he heard that bad word, Mayhem did stop. He slowly turned around and just stared at MacGillicuddy. Then, Mayhem did the funniest thing! He just started to smile. MacGillicuddy could not understand what Mayhem was smiling about. As Mayhem turned around to walk away, suddenly MacGillicuddy found out why Mayhem had been smiling.
Two big monster hands landed on MacGillicuddy’s shoulders. Mrs. Monster said from behind, "MacGillicuddy Monster! Where did you learn to use language like that? Who do you think you are, to talk that way? You should know better than that! In our family we DO NOT speak that way."
Suddenly MacGillicuddy found himself spun around, and he was looking directly into the face of a very angry Momster. He couldn’t remember ever seeing his mother that angry before.
"H-H-H-Hello, Moms." said MacGillicuddy. "I didn’t know you were there."
"Don’t you ‘Hello, Moms’ me, you young monster. I asked you a question. Where did you learn to use language like that?"
MacGillicuddy told her that he had heard a couple of older monsters using bad language in the woods a few days ago. He thought they were very grown up, and thought it made him sound really cool if he talked like them.
"Well, cool is not how you sound." answered his mother. "I don’t like any of the language I have heard from you in the last few days, and I doubt your father will be glad to hear about this either!"
"Oh, Moms! Do we have to tell him?" asked MacGillicuddy.
"Of course! He and I have a responsibility from God to teach you how to live as a good monster. We both need to know as much as we can to lead you in the right way. For example, you have never heard us use that kind of language have you?"
MacGillicuddy shook his head.
"That’s right." she continued. "And you need to learn the right way to use your mouth as well. You march down into your room, and get your Bible. I want you to read James, chapter three, and then memorize Colossians 4:6."
MacGillicuddy did what he was told, and stayed in his room until dinner time. When his father called him to dinner, he expected to get into trouble some more. But his father simply asked him if he had read the parts of the Bible that he was supposed to.
MacGillicuddy nodded. As he sat down to eat, he was surprised to see some his favorite food on the table. There was lots of fried chicken, and especially corn on the cob. At the end of the table where dessert always stood waiting was apple pie! MacGillicuddy couldn’t believe that his favorite foods were all here, on a day when he was in so much trouble.
After they said grace, the Monster family began to eat. But then something very strange happened. Mrs. Monster had a bowl of Brussels sprouts next to her, which she never passed to MacGillicuddy. That was all right by him, he hated Brussels sprouts.
As he opened his mouth to bite into some corn on the cob, suddenly Mrs. Monster grabbed a Brussels sprout from the bowl and threw it hard and fast, right into MacGillicuddy’s mouth! He couldn’t help but chomp down on it in surprise. His whole mouth was filled with the flavor of a tiny cabbage. He swallowed it. Then he tried again for a bite of corn, to take away the flavor of the Brussels sprout. Again, Mrs. Monster quickly threw another sprout right into MacGillicuddy’s mouth.
MacGillicuddy gave up on the corn, and reached for a drumstick. But the moment he opened his mouth, pop! In went another sprout.
"Moms!" MacGillicuddy tried to say, but it sounded more like "Momffff!" because as soon as he opened his mouth to talk, in went another sprout. All through dinner, every bite that MacGillicuddy took included a Brussels sprout. He finally got used to eating corn with Brussels sprouts, chicken with Brussels sprouts, even apple pie with Brussels sprouts. Mrs. Monster never missed, because she was a champion stone skipper. She knew just how to flick those Brussels sprouts just where she wanted them. Finally, dinner was over.
MacGillicuddy’s mouth felt like it was just full of brussels sprouts, and everything he ate had tasted like Brussels sprouts. He was afraid to ask to be excused, because he didn’t want another sprout tossed into his mouth.
"Well, Mac, have you had enough?" asked his father. MacGillicuddy just nodded.
"How did everything taste?"
"Like Brussels sprouts." MacGillicuddy answered. "Not very good."
"That’s like your language today." said his father. "Even if you use only one bad word, it makes everything you say sound bad." That’s why your Momster had you read about how to guard your tongue. When you speak carefully, it’s like putting salt on the corn on the cob. The salt makes the corn taste better, and the way you talk makes what you say sound better too. Not just swear words, but mean words as well."
"OK, Pops! I’m really sorry I talked that way. I won’t ever swear again, either."
"Well, that’s good, Mac." replied his father. "Just because someone older than you does something, it doesn’t mean what they do is right or grown up. In Colossians it told you that your speech should be seasoned with salt. I hope you will always remember that."
MacGillicuddy nodded. He was sure he would remember it. "I know one thing, though. Salt may help corn on the cob, but I don’t think it could ever make a brussels sprout taste better!"
MEMORY VERSE
Colossians 4:6
Let your conversation be always full of grace, seasoned with salt, so that you may know how to answer everyone.
Colossians 4:6
MacGillicuddy learned that we should always watch what we say, and the way we say it. We should never use swear words, and we should try to always speak with love to others.
© 1999, Chris Arveson All Rights Reserved
Check back in February for a DIFFERENT story!
Forever your gramma!
Thought I'd include a story for mommy to read to you, Hailey...Here's the website, if mommy wants it! http://www.macgillicuddy.org/
Monster-ous Mouth
As he walked through the forest, Mr. Monster heard what he thought was a familiar voice. "You ding-blasted stupid dumb thing!" cried his son’s voice. "Why can’t you work right?"
Mr. Monster had no idea what MacGillicuddy was talking about. But he knew that he did NOT like the kind of language that MacGillicuddy was using. He stayed and listened for a few moments more, but things seemed to quiet down after that.
"Hmm," thought Mr. Monster. I’m going to have to talk to MacGillicuddy about the language he uses." But Mr. Monster was busy running some errands, so he figured he could talk to MacGillicuddy later.
Later that afternoon, MacGillicuddy and Mayhem were playing in the apple tree, right above MacGillicuddy’s underground home. MacGillicuddy was on one of the lower branches, nearer the ground, and Mayhem was high up in the tree. MacGillicuddy was breaking off old dead branches, and tossing them up at Mayhem.
But Mayhem was very good at catching them before they hit him. Then he would throw them back at MacGillicuddy. Because he was higher up, it was easier for Mayhem to throw them hard at MacGillicuddy.
MacGillicuddy caught most of the branches, but every once in a while, he would miss one. If he was lucky, the branch would miss him, too. But Mayhem threw pretty well, so sometimes MacGillicuddy got hit by one of the branches.
They were tossing the branches at each other, and laughing, when . . . CLUNKKK!!! One of the branches hit MacGillicuddy right on the head. In fact, it hit him right above his eye. "Mayhem, you stupid, dad-blasted, no-good, gosh darn dope!" yelled MacGillicuddy. "You almost hit me in the eye!"
MacGillicuddy was mad! "What kind of a dumb ding-dang dodo are you, anyway!?"
"Hey, MacGillicuddy!" answered Mayhem. "Don’t you talk to me that way!"
"Yeah? Why not?" demanded MacGillicuddy. "You could have made me blind! I’ll talk to you any way I like! It’s my tree!"
"No you won’t." answered Mayhem. "Because I won’t stay!" Mayhem began climbing down the tree. When he reached the ground, MacGillicuddy jumped down from the branch he was on.
"Sure, go home. Who wants to play with a stupid like you, anyway?" MacGillicuddy yelled at him.
Mayhem turned his back, and walked away. He didn’t say anything to MacGillicuddy. He just kept on walking. That made MacGillicuddy even madder. He couldn’t argue with Mayhem, if Mayhem just walked away.
"Hey, Mayhem!" MacGillicuddy called. But Mayhem just kept walking.
"HEY, MAYHEM!" MacGillicuddy called even louder. But Mayhem just kept walking.
HEY, MAYHEM!!! MacGillicuddy bellowed! But Mayhem just kept walking.
Then MacGillicuddy did it. He took a deep breath, and yelled at Mayhem as loud as he could. But it wasn’t so much how loud he yelled, as what he yelled. You see, MacGillicuddy called Mayhem a bad name, and then, he swore at him.
When he heard that bad word, Mayhem did stop. He slowly turned around and just stared at MacGillicuddy. Then, Mayhem did the funniest thing! He just started to smile. MacGillicuddy could not understand what Mayhem was smiling about. As Mayhem turned around to walk away, suddenly MacGillicuddy found out why Mayhem had been smiling.
Two big monster hands landed on MacGillicuddy’s shoulders. Mrs. Monster said from behind, "MacGillicuddy Monster! Where did you learn to use language like that? Who do you think you are, to talk that way? You should know better than that! In our family we DO NOT speak that way."
Suddenly MacGillicuddy found himself spun around, and he was looking directly into the face of a very angry Momster. He couldn’t remember ever seeing his mother that angry before.
"H-H-H-Hello, Moms." said MacGillicuddy. "I didn’t know you were there."
"Don’t you ‘Hello, Moms’ me, you young monster. I asked you a question. Where did you learn to use language like that?"
MacGillicuddy told her that he had heard a couple of older monsters using bad language in the woods a few days ago. He thought they were very grown up, and thought it made him sound really cool if he talked like them.
"Well, cool is not how you sound." answered his mother. "I don’t like any of the language I have heard from you in the last few days, and I doubt your father will be glad to hear about this either!"
"Oh, Moms! Do we have to tell him?" asked MacGillicuddy.
"Of course! He and I have a responsibility from God to teach you how to live as a good monster. We both need to know as much as we can to lead you in the right way. For example, you have never heard us use that kind of language have you?"
MacGillicuddy shook his head.
"That’s right." she continued. "And you need to learn the right way to use your mouth as well. You march down into your room, and get your Bible. I want you to read James, chapter three, and then memorize Colossians 4:6."
MacGillicuddy did what he was told, and stayed in his room until dinner time. When his father called him to dinner, he expected to get into trouble some more. But his father simply asked him if he had read the parts of the Bible that he was supposed to.
MacGillicuddy nodded. As he sat down to eat, he was surprised to see some his favorite food on the table. There was lots of fried chicken, and especially corn on the cob. At the end of the table where dessert always stood waiting was apple pie! MacGillicuddy couldn’t believe that his favorite foods were all here, on a day when he was in so much trouble.
After they said grace, the Monster family began to eat. But then something very strange happened. Mrs. Monster had a bowl of Brussels sprouts next to her, which she never passed to MacGillicuddy. That was all right by him, he hated Brussels sprouts.
As he opened his mouth to bite into some corn on the cob, suddenly Mrs. Monster grabbed a Brussels sprout from the bowl and threw it hard and fast, right into MacGillicuddy’s mouth! He couldn’t help but chomp down on it in surprise. His whole mouth was filled with the flavor of a tiny cabbage. He swallowed it. Then he tried again for a bite of corn, to take away the flavor of the Brussels sprout. Again, Mrs. Monster quickly threw another sprout right into MacGillicuddy’s mouth.
MacGillicuddy gave up on the corn, and reached for a drumstick. But the moment he opened his mouth, pop! In went another sprout.
"Moms!" MacGillicuddy tried to say, but it sounded more like "Momffff!" because as soon as he opened his mouth to talk, in went another sprout. All through dinner, every bite that MacGillicuddy took included a Brussels sprout. He finally got used to eating corn with Brussels sprouts, chicken with Brussels sprouts, even apple pie with Brussels sprouts. Mrs. Monster never missed, because she was a champion stone skipper. She knew just how to flick those Brussels sprouts just where she wanted them. Finally, dinner was over.
MacGillicuddy’s mouth felt like it was just full of brussels sprouts, and everything he ate had tasted like Brussels sprouts. He was afraid to ask to be excused, because he didn’t want another sprout tossed into his mouth.
"Well, Mac, have you had enough?" asked his father. MacGillicuddy just nodded.
"How did everything taste?"
"Like Brussels sprouts." MacGillicuddy answered. "Not very good."
"That’s like your language today." said his father. "Even if you use only one bad word, it makes everything you say sound bad." That’s why your Momster had you read about how to guard your tongue. When you speak carefully, it’s like putting salt on the corn on the cob. The salt makes the corn taste better, and the way you talk makes what you say sound better too. Not just swear words, but mean words as well."
"OK, Pops! I’m really sorry I talked that way. I won’t ever swear again, either."
"Well, that’s good, Mac." replied his father. "Just because someone older than you does something, it doesn’t mean what they do is right or grown up. In Colossians it told you that your speech should be seasoned with salt. I hope you will always remember that."
MacGillicuddy nodded. He was sure he would remember it. "I know one thing, though. Salt may help corn on the cob, but I don’t think it could ever make a brussels sprout taste better!"
MEMORY VERSE
Colossians 4:6
Let your conversation be always full of grace, seasoned with salt, so that you may know how to answer everyone.
Colossians 4:6
MacGillicuddy learned that we should always watch what we say, and the way we say it. We should never use swear words, and we should try to always speak with love to others.
© 1999, Chris Arveson All Rights Reserved
Check back in February for a DIFFERENT story!
Forever your gramma!
Wednesday, January 28
A Road Trip~
Just a little note to say hi and tell you how thankful I am to be your gramma.
Not a day goes by that I don't thank God for you two or pray that He watches over you.
How was your day? Are you staying warm and cuddly with mommy?
What Bible verse are you learning right now?
Mom says you're going to Tenessee in July! How amazing...to be with your cousins, and to take a road trip. Do you know what a road trip is?
It's when you get to sit in your car seat and eat and play with your toys for a really long drive and sing songs with daddy. When you stop on your road trip, you get out at a 'rest stop', which is a place where you can go to the bathroom and buy snacks from a machine. You can also run around and get some of your giggly energy out and if you spy a flower, maybe you can pick it and give it to mommy or Trinity!
So, write me back and tell me, Hailey, if you think you're going to enjoy your road trip!~
Forever your gramma!
Not a day goes by that I don't thank God for you two or pray that He watches over you.
How was your day? Are you staying warm and cuddly with mommy?
What Bible verse are you learning right now?
Mom says you're going to Tenessee in July! How amazing...to be with your cousins, and to take a road trip. Do you know what a road trip is?
It's when you get to sit in your car seat and eat and play with your toys for a really long drive and sing songs with daddy. When you stop on your road trip, you get out at a 'rest stop', which is a place where you can go to the bathroom and buy snacks from a machine. You can also run around and get some of your giggly energy out and if you spy a flower, maybe you can pick it and give it to mommy or Trinity!
So, write me back and tell me, Hailey, if you think you're going to enjoy your road trip!~
Forever your gramma!
Tuesday, January 27
I love you two~!
Good afternoon, Hailey and Trinity...
The weather is cooling off here and since it rained, the laundry on the clothesline is soaked, but without a dryer, I'll probably have to bring it in and dry in on hangers. That's not a big deal, though.
What are you guys doing today? Staying warm? Playng the matching game with mommy or daddy? Oh, yes, daddy is off today, so you probably will be out and about...
I've made some delicious vegetable chicken soup with barley and it is soooo good. Wish you were here. I'd fill you a big bowl and we'd sit and talk about what you want to be when you both grow up. I know you, Hailey, are going to be a great mommy.
Isaac said that girls shouldn't worry about a career when they grow up because being a mommy is a very good career and that takes a lot of time. He is so right. Being a mother is a career with a lot of joy that lasts forever!
I wanted to tell you about a book I'm reading the boys, your Isaac and Caleb. 
It's called, "You Belong in a Zoo" by Peter Brazaitis. It's been very interesting to find out what it's like to work in a zoo, particularly the reptile house. Have you ever thought about how the glass on the tanks where the snakes live are always clean? That is an ongoing job for a zoo keeper and they can't remove every animal every time they clean its cage. Dangerous, for sure! Maybe when you get bigger, mommy can read it to you, Hailey.
Well, I wanted to tell you one more thing. This afternoon, we're going to take the boys to the San Antonio Museum of Art. Every Tues. from 4-9, it's free!!! Your great aunt Karyn called me from Florida this morning to tell me she saw the site and wanted me to know about it. I believe I've taken the boys there once, but grampa hasn't been there and he's really excited about it.
Well, that's the newest news I have.
I love you two and am sending 
.
Forever your gramma.
.Forever your gramma.
Monday, January 26
Sunday, January 25
As the Sun sets here in SA
Hey Hailey girl...how are you tonite? Did you go to your Gopher Buddies class? And what verses are you learning now?
The sun has just set here in SA and I've been thinking of you two girls off and on all day.
Did it snow today? I wonder: do you let snowflakes land on your tongue, Hailey?
Have you built a snowman with daddy this year? Do you like to sled down the hills with daddy?
Is Trinity's nose clearing up and is she sleeping peacefully through the nite, giving mommy a break? Do your best to help mommy because you are the big sister!
Today, our pastor shared from the Word of God that we each have a story to tell...just like Jesus told stories, but the story we tell is the one about when Jesus brought us close to God by His blood and by His resurrection.
What will your stories be, girls? Will they be stories of faith and courage and will you share them with your cousins and with Grace and McKenzie?
I miss you today, as I do every day. But I have confidence in our Heavenly Daddy that in His time we will be together-painting, watching the birds, collecting flowers and digging in the dirt.
Smile and know you are loved.
Forever your gramma.
The sun has just set here in SA and I've been thinking of you two girls off and on all day.
Did it snow today? I wonder: do you let snowflakes land on your tongue, Hailey?
Have you built a snowman with daddy this year? Do you like to sled down the hills with daddy?
Is Trinity's nose clearing up and is she sleeping peacefully through the nite, giving mommy a break? Do your best to help mommy because you are the big sister!
Today, our pastor shared from the Word of God that we each have a story to tell...just like Jesus told stories, but the story we tell is the one about when Jesus brought us close to God by His blood and by His resurrection.
What will your stories be, girls? Will they be stories of faith and courage and will you share them with your cousins and with Grace and McKenzie?
I miss you today, as I do every day. But I have confidence in our Heavenly Daddy that in His time we will be together-painting, watching the birds, collecting flowers and digging in the dirt.
Smile and know you are loved.
Forever your gramma.
Saturday, January 24
My Gorgeous Girls
Girls,
I began this blog to write to you every day. Though we're not together, I want you to know how deeply my love for you is.
The hours we spent together were too short. I wanted time to stop while I held you, Trinity, or while I giggled with you, Hailey.
Do you know how precocious you are, Hailey?
Along with the other word you used all the time-hilarious? It's ok that you don't. I do. And you are both. Calling me a 'poopy-head' over and over again! Watching you paint a picture for us, which we forgot to bring home, was one of the many highlights of my time with you.
Do you remember the morning you came to our room and stood by my bed-waiting for me to open my eyes and then you wouldn't stay to visit or kiss me? You'd have no part of cuddling either...although when Caleb came in and cuddled, you jumped right in next to him!
I'm sure you'll forget that you told Isaac that you weren't gonna be his friend anymore cuz he wouldn't do what you wanted him to, but he responded with, "It doesn't matter, cuz I'm your uncle!"
Trinity, I love you and thank God every day that you are here and healthy.
I'm not really sure it's registered that you're our daughter's littlest girl. You're so tiny, yet so large...juicy large...those fat cheeks, solid legs and dimply bottom!
Girls, to think that I could have forfeited all of this by having an abortion twenty-eight years ago.
But God's love reached down, took me by my hand and walked with me when no one else knew how. He carried me, protected me, provided for me, forgave me, and loved me. Then he gave me to your grampa and he loved me, loved your mommy, gave her a new name, and we became a family of three.
Now, all these years later, the rewards of taking responsibility for my choices far outweigh the struggles of being an unwed mother. There are no words that could explain my gratitude for making the hard choice, the right one, and now to hold you two in my arms...
The gripping reality is that although your mom wasn't 'planned', she was always wanted, just like you two. Her story is one of being adopted by a daddy that chose her. She is special and she has a story to tell you someday.
Sleep well my sweets and know that there aren't two little redheaded girls on this earth so beautiful and so cherished as you.
Forever your gramma.
I began this blog to write to you every day. Though we're not together, I want you to know how deeply my love for you is.
The hours we spent together were too short. I wanted time to stop while I held you, Trinity, or while I giggled with you, Hailey.
Do you know how precocious you are, Hailey?
Along with the other word you used all the time-hilarious? It's ok that you don't. I do. And you are both. Calling me a 'poopy-head' over and over again! Watching you paint a picture for us, which we forgot to bring home, was one of the many highlights of my time with you.
Do you remember the morning you came to our room and stood by my bed-waiting for me to open my eyes and then you wouldn't stay to visit or kiss me? You'd have no part of cuddling either...although when Caleb came in and cuddled, you jumped right in next to him!
I'm sure you'll forget that you told Isaac that you weren't gonna be his friend anymore cuz he wouldn't do what you wanted him to, but he responded with, "It doesn't matter, cuz I'm your uncle!"
Trinity, I love you and thank God every day that you are here and healthy.
I'm not really sure it's registered that you're our daughter's littlest girl. You're so tiny, yet so large...juicy large...those fat cheeks, solid legs and dimply bottom!
Girls, to think that I could have forfeited all of this by having an abortion twenty-eight years ago.
But God's love reached down, took me by my hand and walked with me when no one else knew how. He carried me, protected me, provided for me, forgave me, and loved me. Then he gave me to your grampa and he loved me, loved your mommy, gave her a new name, and we became a family of three.
Now, all these years later, the rewards of taking responsibility for my choices far outweigh the struggles of being an unwed mother. There are no words that could explain my gratitude for making the hard choice, the right one, and now to hold you two in my arms...
The gripping reality is that although your mom wasn't 'planned', she was always wanted, just like you two. Her story is one of being adopted by a daddy that chose her. She is special and she has a story to tell you someday.
Sleep well my sweets and know that there aren't two little redheaded girls on this earth so beautiful and so cherished as you.
Forever your gramma.
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