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During a conversation today with a new friend, the phrase ‘God never gives you more than you can handle’ was said. I had to disagree with her, and pointed out that I believe God provides the strength you need to get through.

That small part of the conversation keeps going through my mind. So, here I am writing. 😁

She was right – God doesn’t give more than I can handle because all the crap doesn’t come from God! God didn’t make my son fall asleep at the wheel and end up in a wheelchair with a TBI. But, God was there, and my son is still alive and continuing to have improvements even after 6 years!

God isn’t giving my husband increased problems with his breathing and blood pressure. God didn’t give my other adult children the crap problems going on that I don’t want to discuss at this time. God hasn’t caused my water heater to leak, or my water softener to be messing up worse every week or all the problems showing up with my car. (Yes, I’m really starting to feel overwhelmed with all the things breaking down!)

But, God is here. Holding me up and giving me strength to get through each day. (I could use a lot more patience though, God, if you’ve got time for that request. 😉)

God is here, giving me hope that things will improve. The psalm says though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I shall fear no evil. It doesn’t say set up camp and live there. I am moving on through to the other side!

Food will bring them home.

My sister has gone on vacation in Hawaii.  While she’s gone, she had asked our 2nd son to house/dog sit for her. Of course, he jumped on the chance. He packed up his ps3 and off he went.

Dad and I thought this would be somewhat of a “trial run” to him getting his own house and moving out.

Yesterday was a holiday, so my son had the day off work.  None of us heard from him all day. Honestly, I wasn’t too surprised by that.  But, about 5 – 5:30, I did get my usual text from him. “What’s for supper?”

Really wasn’t too surprised, but, here at the house, we all laughed.

My “dream” vacation


This really struck a chord with me. I’ve been kind of down the past few weeks because my siblings were planning and invited me on what was my ‘dream vacation’. One I’ve talked about wanted to do with my boys since they were babies. And now, we can’t.
My dream vacation was to relive an annual trip I made with my dad into the Boundary Waters Canoe Area in northern Minnesota. We would pack up the pick up, drive many miles down a dirt road, until we got to a certain river.  Then we’d unload the truck and carefully pack it all into the canoe and take off, knowing there’d be a portage ahead of us.  We’d finally make it to the lake, where we’d continue paddling until we got to the spot he wanted to camp. I say “he wanted to camp” because by the time we’d get to the lake, I’d be so tired of paddling and being in the canoe that the first spot looked perfect to me! It was as rustic of a camping trip as you can make.  No motors or anything allowed.  Everything you packed in, you had to pack back out.  We would fish, cook over the campfire, make s’mores all weekend, then load up and paddle back to the pick up, where I’d sleep the entire drive home. A trip my camping/hunting/fishing boys would have absolutely loved!  But, not a trip for a wheelchair or a toddler. So, therefore, no longer a trip for us.

I have got to quit being bummed about this and find something that we Can do.  Who knows? Maybe someday that trip will be possible, but, for now, it’s not doing anyone any good for me to sit around pouting because we can’t.

By the way, my older siblings have decided against that trip and are now renting a lake house for a weekend.  We still aren’t going, too many miles away right in the middle of one of my busiest months of the year. Plus, none of them have little ones – their kids are all adult, most with kids of their own, and it really hasn’t sounded like little ones were included in the invitation to join them.



My daughter is a constant whirlwind of movement and chatter.  She tends to refer to herself in third person, and the only way to describe it is, she narrates her life.  “Mom!!  Watch me run!!!  Look at Munchkin go!  Wow! Munchkin runs fast!  Which way is Munchkin going to go?  What is she going to do next?? She really runs”

On one hand, I am thoroughly worn out by the end of the day.  On the other hand, I know this will be one of the things I miss the most when she’s grown.

Oops! I got interrupted, and hit publish instead of save draft!

My husband and I have a distinct privilege of being able to raise another child, along with already having older children. Of course, when my step-daughters and our boys were little, people kept telling us to cherish the moments, we’ll miss them when they’re gone.  Of course, We’d say we knew, and, to a point, we did, but, not really.  Now, we Really know!  I miss my 3 year old son telling us stories that started with “When I was a little boy…”  I miss cub scout meetings, baseball games, play practices, etc.  I don’t miss having to figure out how to be at 3 ball fields, in 3 different towns, all at nearly the same time, but, I do miss the ball games.

I’ve always have pretty good patience with my kids, but, for the most part, I am more patient now.  There are times when the clock is ticking, I have a deadline to meet, and I do get short tempered, but, at the same time, I do know that it is just a moment in a lifetime, and a few years from now, whether or not I got a proof book finished on a Monday or a Tuesday really isn’t going to matter. Of course, with a 2 year old, and 23 year old with TBI, I really don’t have much choice but learn to be patient, do I? LOL  (Not intending to leave out the other kids, just saying that those are the 2 that demand the most patience,)

Oh! In other news, and in keeping with our decision to “rediscover life”, my husband and I are finally going to go hiking at a nearby wildlife refuge and try to spot some bald eagles that winter there!  I have been wanting to do this for a few years!


First thing this morning, I said I was going shopping, and buying Myself some clothes.  Shocking, isn’t it?  Seeing as I was down to one pair of jeans that actually fit, I think it was about time.

This was repeated several times.  Middle son’s girlfriend was asked, but already had other plans.  After that, nothing was ever said about anyone going but me and Munchkin. I really honestly figured all boys would be bored going clothes shopping with Mom for Mom.

After lunch, was putting Munchkin’s coat on to leave, and then, the oldest finally speaks up and says he’d like to go.  Surprisingly enough, he was actually ready to go when he said that!

So, the 3 of us went shopping. And had a very good time!  He didn’t even get impatient with as long as I was taking to pick out clothes and try things on umpteen times. Yes. I must try everything on before I buy.  I swear, nothing fits the same.  I wear a size 4 in some jeans, and some are a size 7.  He helped out with Munchkin as much as he could, and shopped on his own.

Strangest purchase of the day – My son bought 2 ties.  No. He does not normally wear ties. Ever.  He claims he’s going to start.  🙂

There is such a thing as too much Axe

Yesterday, a fog of Axe hit the kitchen, followed by our 15yo son. Dad told him that he doesn’t taste very good, then said something to Portia about it, I really don’t know what he said, I wasn’t paying much attention.

A few minutes later, Munchkin was in the bathroom, stripping and crying, “I Need a Bath!!!  I have Taste all over me!!!!  I Need a Bath Now!!!!!!!  Taste is all over me!!!!!!!!!”

It’s pretty bad when other people in the room feel the need to wash the smell off of them.

Somewhat of a resolution, I guess

It feels like it’s been forever since my last post, it gets so busy during the fall and holidays!
Got the most part, it’s all same old, same old. Good days and bad days. My photography business has been busier, so that’s been great!
My husband and I talked a few days ago, turns out that he’s been feeling pretty much like I have, we have got to get back to Life. Not this limbo/waiting rut we’ve been in for the past 3 years. We both go for our jobs, and I do escape to pageants occasionally with the girls, but, other than that, we’re home, not really doing anything.
We used to camp, hike, fish, hunt…
We have to get back to things. Yes. It won’t be as easy as it used to be, we have the oldest’s wheelchair, but, it’s not impossible.
We used to do all that stuff when the boys were little – we camped on the side of a mountain in Colorado when our 2nd son was 3 months old! I have to admit, we’re older now, camping with a 2 year old just doesn’t seem like it’s going to be as easy as it once was. Lol
We’ll see. I’m going to keep reminding him and pushing to get out, even if it’s just to nearby lake for 1 hour, that’s better than nothing!