I am just a girl trying to matter to God, my husband, my kids, family and friends. Sometimes I hop two steps forward and crawl one step back or even have to make a twirl to get back on track. But, I hope to give more than I take and have some fun along the way. Stop by for a couple of dances and cut in when you can.
I met Gregg when I was 17 and have been madly in love with him ever since. He is selfless, works really hard, and will do anything for anyone. He really is “that” nice all the time and he makes me a better person. He loves anything outdoors and runs like Forrest any chance he gets. He makes a mean bbq, dances with the kids to Elmo, and leaves cards for us to find all over the house. He is everything I could have ever dreamed of, and I am so proud to be his wife.
Mr. Christian has bluest eyes and is full of life. He is “all boy” and jumps from one adventure to the next. He loves trains, watermelon, and his blankie. He is polite, kind, and has tons of charisma with his little grin. He is a great big brother and gives in to girls more than they deserve. He is Daddy’s little buddy and the joy of my heart.
Miss Callie is everything I ever dreamed up in a little girl. She is about everything and everybody and never sits still. She loves all things girly, babies, mommy’s cell phone, pink, and her pillow. She has a laugh that starts in her toes and will melt you with her smile. She dances through our house in princess dresses with a pen and pad in her hand. She is mama’s little helper and Daddy’s Sweet Pea.
Cate is the icing on the cake. God knew she would be the perfect compliment to our family. She loves necklaces, animals, and her loveys. She has just enough girly to hang with Callie at her tea parties, but already shows a special bond with her big brother loving his superheros. She is a typical third child getting whatever she wants with those deep dimples of hers.
I am pretty sure, I doed it is not correct english. C doesn't care, he says it all the time. Esp. when he wants to figure something out. He loves to do things(usually very exciting dangerous things) by himself. He doesn't want you to help him, touch him, or even act like you are going to help him. This has been true with riding his tricycles. If you push the back of it or try to help him peddle, he screams...I doed it. When it comes to something he wants to do, he has tons of patience. I have watched him for hours try to teach himself how to ride. And guess what, He Doed It. He is so proud of himself and Mommy is proud that he finally learned how to stear it so he doesn't go into the road. He wants to ride a real bike so bad. We keep trying them at the store, but even the 12inch ones are too big...his legs need to grow a little longer.
Maybe by Christmas, but for now...He Doed It.
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