Saturday, May 31, 2008

My trip home


My trip to back home was great!

Jenna is now 11 weeks old.

I will go back for another trip in July and I can't wait.


This is Jenna and I.

I sure miss holding her.

Jenna is never far away from me in my thoughts. When we part I hold her in my memory.

Yes, there is sadness in the word good-bye but I am happy because I know that I will soon return.

When I picture her face. I smile.






This my mom's rose bush.
She got a "start" from my grandmother's rose bush about a year ago. My grandmother passed away in 1978 but my mom went to see her old house and asked the people who were living there if we could take a "start" from the rose bush and they of course let us.

The rose bush is absolutely gorgeous!


Don't ya think?
Deb

Friday, May 9, 2008

May is finally here...

I know… It’s been here almost two weeks… but I am just now getting around for this post.

It's incredible how much time flies when we get old. I remember how I waited for summer time as a kid and it seemed to take forever. I loved the end of the school year.. May…maybe time passed by so slowly because May is my birthday month. I couldn’t wait to be another year older! May to me was also the beginning of summer.

How times change!

I haven't been looking forward to this birthday at all. When my oldest son turned 30 eight months ago, I suddenly realized....wow....if he’s 30....that must make me.....well.....there's no other way to put it....I'm old!

I will now be a ½ a century old! WoW!

I know everyone says… “Where does the time go… “ BUT REALLY…

I can’t believe I am really 50! It really does seem like I was just in high school. Or just married… or just having my first child.

Oh well…

I’m a GRANDMA! YEA!

I LOVE being Nanna… can you tell? This whole webpage is dedicated to her… Jenna Joy and future grandbabies.

Somehow I will get through this milestone! Gravity isn’t helping much… but my family is.

I am still looking forward to summer and looking forward to times with Jenna Joy and my family in Oklahoma.

Love, Deb