Dear Mom,
Just like The Byrds sing it ...
To everything - turn, turn, turn
There is a season - turn, turn, turn
And a time to every purpose under heaven
A time to be born, a time to die
A time to plant, a time to reap
A time to kill, a time to heal
A time to laugh, a time to weep
To everything - turn, turn, turn
There is a season - turn, turn, turn
And a time to every purpose under heaven
A time to build up, a time to break down
A time to dance, a time to mourn
A time to cast away stones
A time to gather stones together
To everything - turn, turn, turn
There is a season - turn, turn, turn
And a time to every purpose under heaven
A time of love, a time of hate
A time of war, a time of peace
A time you may embrace
A time to refrain from embracing
To everything - turn, turn, turn
There is a season - turn, turn, turn
And a time to every purpose under heaven
A time to gain, a time to lose
A time to rend, a time to sew
A time for love, a time for hate
A time for peace, I swear it's not too late!
There is a season - turn, turn, turn
And a time to every purpose under heaven
A time to be born, a time to die
A time to plant, a time to reap
A time to kill, a time to heal
A time to laugh, a time to weep
To everything - turn, turn, turn
There is a season - turn, turn, turn
And a time to every purpose under heaven
A time to build up, a time to break down
A time to dance, a time to mourn
A time to cast away stones
A time to gather stones together
To everything - turn, turn, turn
There is a season - turn, turn, turn
And a time to every purpose under heaven
A time of love, a time of hate
A time of war, a time of peace
A time you may embrace
A time to refrain from embracing
To everything - turn, turn, turn
There is a season - turn, turn, turn
And a time to every purpose under heaven
A time to gain, a time to lose
A time to rend, a time to sew
A time for love, a time for hate
A time for peace, I swear it's not too late!
The days keep going by and we all keep going. The earth keeps turning, and so do our calendars. Halloween has come and gone, we gave thanks at the end of November, and these 2 turned 5 last weekend.
We are coming up on Christmas. I am doing ok and keeping very busy. I don't know if you or the big man upstairs has something to do with my job, but luckily it has kept me more than busy. It keeps my mind from wondering into the darkness of missing you during the day. After work the twins and household work keeps me busy, and at night I am sleeping soundly most nights.
Sometimes you speak to me at night in my dreams, I wake up with tears on my face, but I usually have a feeling of assurance that you are at peace and we will be alright. You didn't speak to me in my dreams at first, just little sightings here and there. It is comforting for the most part.
We are heading down to the cabin next weekend, and we will sure miss you. I miss sharing stories of the twins with you. I would give anything to hear you laugh at this little thing called parenting.
Lilly is into girl things. Tea Parties, arts and crafts, stuffed animals, kitties, horses, glitter, princess', unicorns, candy, and more candy, you name it. She can act like a little mother hen at times, and quickly turn into a valley girl drama queen.
Charlie is 110% boy, and loves legos, super heros, playing out in the snow, eating the snow, hard boiled eggs, egg sandwiches, and chocolate milk. He is well mannered like his father.
The Tea Set we use for our Tea Parties, is from Walker, MN. We bought it last summer when we were vacationing in Cass lake.
Our Tea Parties usually end up as water soaked blanket/floor, but owell.
Look below...who is the leader who is the follower?
Sorry again for the long delay in my letter. If you aren't too sure of what the lyrics at the top of the blog are. Click the link below:
Keep watch over all of us for a safe and healthy holiday season and a rocking 2015. We all deserve it.
Love and miss you like a crazy lady,
Mando
Flashback
Last Thanksgiving we were rallying around you and the fight. We hadn't lost hope yet, and I am still in awe of the fight you gave, Mom. You inspire me every single day, even from up there.
