Tuesday Tribute- True Love

Today is mine and The Hubs' 8th Anniversary. I have already done a tribute to him on Daddy's Day here . But since I am away and he is not with me I just wanted to give a little shout out about how much I love this man. I.LOVE. THIS. MAN!

I am exceptionally lucky and blessed to have found my ONE. TRUE. LOVE. and my best friend. It doesn't feel like 8 years. It feels like yesterday that I said "I do" and promised my heart forever. I hope everyone gets to experience this kind of love. It is truly an amazing thing.

Here's to true love and growing old and wrinkly together.

*P.S. I love you and miss you tremendously Hubs! When were old I will still rock your world. hee hee. I just couldn't resist!

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Tuesday Tribute- Thank Goodness For A Big SUV , A Guardian Angel, and A Small Town

Last Thursday was just another ordinary day in the life of Lady Di. I was at a swim meet that evening at the local pool. The thin strip of pavement that is a sorry excuse for a parking lot was full so I parked my lovely, white, well-taken care of, paid offed, Suburban along the curb.

OKAY STOP...let's back up a bit. I just wrote I parked my Suburban along the curb. Usually, I would not have been driving around town in that gas guzzling, SUV that environmentalists love to hate. This is not because I am an environmentalist, but an economist and although I love my roomy Suburban, the Saturn sedan made less of an impact on my bank account. For convenience, both vehicles have a car seat. However, that sweet child of mine has grown quite a bit and the straps needed to be adjusted for the car seat in the Suburban. Well, I'm lazy and rather than adjust the straps before taking a long trip in the 'burb, I swapped car seats from one vehicle to the other, leaving the Saturn car seatless. In further laziness, I failed to re-install car seat into Saturn, thus having to drive the big, gas guzzling (but lovely, and paid for) SUV. There is a relevance to my self-declaration of laziness later in the story, trust me.

So, the 'burb is parked along a curb and I needed to leave the meet to take one child to Vacation Bible School, pick up another from daycare, and then back to the swim meet. Upon my return I found my parking space was taken, so I drove around to park on the other side of the street in front of a home (a friend's home actually...hint, it's that small town thing).

Two hours passed, the swim meet was over, and it was time to go home. Everyone walked out into the parking lot together, including my husband and two daughters. My husband said he had to go to the ranch to check on some things real quick and I had the fabulous idea that both his girls should join him. This way I could get the other kid from VBS and get some quiet time before they ALL got home. The youngest girl, of all days, did not want to go with Daddy. We were standing at the crosswalk when she said, "Ok, I'll go with Daddy." (hint...this is the guardian angel thing).

Now the stage is set for this dramatic story....I know, I need to hop to it. I hand the little one off to Daddy, walk across the street (alone), get into my car, shut the door, put key in ignition, and BOOM!!!

Keep in mind that what you are about to read probably happened in all of like 5-10 seconds, but it felt like hours. Uh, did a tree branch just fall on the roof of my vehicle? BANG, POP, CRUNCH, CRUNCH....Oh ^%#$ the passenger side of my car is caving in!! My front visor flapped down in front of me all by itself and the center console thingy on the roof popped off. This is the point were I began to FREAK albeit calmly in my head that I was going to be crushed in my car. By the way, the movies have it wrong. Your life doesn't flash before your eyes in great big snap shots of your life from birth to the present. You have the "crap I haven't done yet in my life" flashes.

SILENCE, no more CRUNCH. This was when I noticed the tree branch coming through the bottom of the windshield on the passenger side. There was glass everywhere, the passenger side was completely wrecked including the door. I sort of assessed the situation and realized that I was OK and was not going to have to explain all the naughty things I had done in my life to St. Peter. The friend who lived in the home had been walking back from the swim meet too, and opened the rear passenger side door. Neither front door would open. My door was blocked by branches, and the other was jammed.

A lot of people including my poor husband and girls saw the entire gigantic tree fall onto the Suburban with me inside it. Even while I was stuck inside, once I figured out I was not going to be crushed like a tin can on a frat boy's head, I was for the most part calm. However, I think it was far more traumatizing for them to actually see the whole thing "go down" so to speak. So, here is why I love or shall I say loved my SUV. It essentially saved me and my lazy self. If I had not been driving the 'burb, the fireman and everyone agreed that I would probably not be in any condition to do this post right now, if at all. I have to admit, I did get emotional when I got out and saw the size of the tree and thought of the possibility of "what could have been" had I been driving the Saturn. Thank you, lovely, white, paid offed Surburban. I don't care what those environmentalist say, you're alright in my book. You can haul me and my precious cargo of kids anytime.

Now, I have to give a special shout out to my Guardian Angel. This guy or gal was definitely NOT sleeping on the job. Not only did you give me a extra dose of laziness to delay car seat placement in the much smaller Saturn, but you got a very stubborn little girl to change her mind at the last minute to go with her Daddy. Getting that girl to change her mind at all is a tribute in and of itself. However, had she been with me I would have been standing on the outside of the Suburban putting her in. Not good, since the bulk of the top of the tree landed right where I would have been standing. See, BELIEVE people. Guardian Angels are out there, working their little and sometimes BIG miracles everyday to help us out.

Finally...you got to love a small town. I really have to give a big thanks to all the people who came to my rescue. First, my husband, who dived into a tangled mess of leaves and branches to make sure I was alright. The friend who helped me out of the car. I mean sure, it was his tree that fell on me, it was the least he could do. The swim coach, who also happens to be a fireman that called his buddies (the other firemen) to get the tree off my poor mangled SUV. The other swim coach, who made a call to her sister, who was my son's VBS teacher. She looked after him until my sister and brother-in-law came by to pick up not only him, but all my kids. Even the ice cream man, who was there to provide refreshment to all the local kids that had gathered to watch the excitement. Like I said, got to love a small town. We were slightly disappointed that the newspaper reporter never showed up, but hey I guess you can't have everything, right??


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P.S. Faithful followers, our pal Amy is off on an adventure. She is driving, YES, driving with all 3 girls to Montana. She is currently in Utah after a day of misadventures. She promises to reveal all when she has a chance. Stay tuned.

Tuesday Tribute- Zumba Instructor

Holy Cats and Cows, did I get worked over last night! I attended my first Zumba class.

What is Zumba? To quote there website, "Zumba fuses hypnotic Latin rhythms and easy to follow moves to create a dynamic fitness program that will blow you away."

However today isn't about me, right? Nope today is supposed to be about someone else so I am writing this tribute to my Zumba instructor because she was the first person I thought of when I woke up to get a drink about 3:30 this morning and realized that I could feel muscles I know were not there before.

So thank you, Miss Zumba:

for not laughing when I had no clue what I was doing so I just waved my arms around like it was nobodies business.

for having the energy of my six year old and inspiring us all to dig out our inner child.

for introducing me to a beat of music I didn't know existed and moving your hips ways I never thought possible. I say yours because I KNOW mine didn't move that way.

for doing all this in a room that didn't have a mirror. Oh I can't stress to you how grateful I am for that one!

and thanks so much for telling me I did an awesome job even though I know that my Latin rhythm was more like a Latin dancers nightmare.

You ARE my new hero. I am hoping with your help I can move like Shakira one day.

If you haven't tried it you need to find a class near you. You will have a blast, get a workout and feel inspired. Click anywhere I typed Zumba to find a class.

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Truly A Saint

I LOVE my hubs. I have always thought that he is the best husband and Daddy in the world. I don't tell him that enough. He is pretty awesome but this past weekend he proved it.

{It's Daddy's Day}

His day.

Let's see, the day started out beautifully. I made his favorite breakfast: Williams and Sonoma cream biscuits with crumbled bacon and maple syrup (Are you drooling?). During breakfast we decided that we would get ready and go to the Cove- an indoor wave pool and water slides. Super fun place to go.

I get all the kids dressed and ready, bags packed, lunch made and car loaded. There we are sitting ready to go waiting.

{Hubs emerges from the house}

Hubs: I can't find my wallet. I think the MP took it.

Me: Are you kidding?

Hubs: Nope.

The next 30 minutes we search:

the house,

the car,

the bags,

the ice chest,

the backyard.

No wallet.

We ask,

we plead,

we beg,

we bribe

the MP.

She admits to taking it but leads us on a wild goose chase. The next 30 minutes:

We follow her to:

the garage,

the fridge,

the freezer,

the backyard,

every bedroom.

I unload the car. I search again

the car,

the bags,

the ice chest.

I am thinking that she thinks this is fun. I am not amused nor am I having fun. But the Hubs is calm cool collected. Exhibiting extreme patience.

MP is forced to take a nap and hubs if forced to stop searching. HE.MUST.FIND.WALLET but not at that moment. I insist. We will resume.

We resume two hours later. This time I make it a game.

Me: Did you hide it in the..............Car?

MP: Nope

Me: Did you hide it in my................bedroom?

MP: Nope

Me: Do you know where it is...................?

MP: Yep

{this goes on and on with no results. Just her laughing.}

I resort to bribing again.

Me: I will buy you a baby doll.

MP: the one that crawls on the floor?

Me: yes.

MP: right now?

Me: yes.

MP: it is in the box all covered up.

It wasn't.

Hubs: I have to have my wallet. I need my cards.

MP: I am going to keep it.

Hubs: Your going to keep it?

MP: yes.

{I am ready to go postal. He is frustrated but calm}

Hubs: Bring me the card with my picture and you can have the wallet.

MP: I can have it?

Hubs: yes I just need one card. Will you go get it?

MP: Um

{Another goose hunt takes place }

I am beginning to believe that she didn't take it. I am know doubting hubs. I mean.... he didn't get in until 3am. He had bailed hay all night. He was tired. Maybe just maybe he is wrong and the wallet is in the tractor. He did insist already that he saw it. He moved it. HE KNOWS that he laid it on the counter. It is late, our day is ruined, I am tired of looking. I try anyway:

Me: I know that you really think that you had it. I know you insist but would you please please just go look in the tractor. Maybe just maybe you left it in there. It is worth a try? lets just see, do it for me. please.

I know what he was thinking- Crazy old brod! I said I didn't leave it in there!

HE.WENT.ANYWAY

{10 minutes later}

Hubs emerges with wallet.

{Everyone cheers}

Me: It was in the tractor!?

Hubs: Nope. It was under the car, she must have thrown it! I saw it when I was walking back from the tractor.

Thank the heavens.

He never even said, I told you so!

Sainthood folks. SAINTHOOD.

** an update. Today upon hearing about another Dad's trip to Disneyland I apologize for such a cruddy day and he says, "My fathers day was great." " I have it so good that everyday is Fathers Day to me." Did I say how much I love this man?!

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Deep Cleaning

This is going to be fast, short and sweet. I so wanted to tribute my husband because he has just been keeping it real lately. Unfortunately I don't have the time.

I have a dentist appointment today in the Big City. I am just so excited. Two hours of driving just to sit in a dental chair for 2 more hours then another 2 hours home just to wake up and do it again tomorrow. Deep Cleaning. The only thing that should be deep cleaned are my carpets. NOT my teeth. The upside - I am going to take the OP and MP to see Up. (Ha - that's funny!)

So in honor of my day I am going to tribute my Dentist and the Dental Hygienists. Yep. Without them we would be walking around with some nasty teeth, right? So hats off to them for taking on a profession that keeps our mouths clean and pretty. For probing around in my personal space and for taking pleasure in giving those horrible shots in a place where no needle belongs!

*I have a friend who's dentist has these special glasses that you can put on and watch a movie! I think all dentists should be required to provide those. That and give pedicures! Wouldn't that be nice. Instead I am taking my ipod which I need to put some new music on and then I am going to pretend that I am in Hawaii. Yes I am going to try that out. I have a great imagination - it just might work.

Yes today I tribute them in hopes that they are having a good day and I will be greeted with a smile and treated with care because my last dentist experience was beyond horrible so I need a little TLC.

Wish me luck.

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Little Cutie Hair Bows

Today my Tuesday Tribute is to girls, bows and new friends. I made a new friend last week and I am so glad I did. If you have read my posts you know that I have three little girls. Three little girls that have to have their hair done almost everyday. Pony tails, pom poms, braids - you name it we have done it. What do all little girls need for their hair? BOWS! Yep cute little bows and that is what my new friend Erica does. She makes bows all sorts of super cute bows: different shapes and sizes, cool colors and great prices. I met her last week at dress rehearsal where she was selling bows to go with the costumes and I bought some to match the Middle Princesses dress:

She is so cute! So are the bows, huh? It gets better! Come to find out she matches your clothes so I brought her up some of the Oldest Princesses favorite dresses and voila! I have the cutest bows ever. The best part is I get to share her with all of you that may have pretty little girls who love to have their hair done up with awesome bows because she now has a blog! YAY! She posted all the bows that she made me, to see click here.

Lil Cutie Hair Bows by Erica. Check her out order some bows you won't be disappointed, I promise. As a matter of fact I am so excited I am holding a giveaway. Go check out her Fourth of July bow, I'm giving one away. Here is how it works:

1. Go visit Erica leave her a nice comment for one entry.

2. Leave me a comment and for an entry.

3. If you already follow us - you get an entry.

4. If you order some bows from Erica you get two additional entries.

I will pick the winner on Friday using Random.org. Yippee! I am excited.

Thanks Erica for the bows - You made my girls so happy!

Have an awesome day! For more Tributes go visit Angie!

A Mom I Have Never Met

I have mixed feelings about this tribute, but I feel like I have to let this out. I have never actually met the person this tribute is about. However, after only reading her blog I feel the need to express my deepest sympathy first of all for her situation, but then I wish to express my admiration of her strength, and appreciation of what she is doing and what she has done. I know she may not feel strong right now. In fact, her world has been shattered into a million pieces, and I know there is nothing I can write that will make it better for her. Yet, maybe one day as the pieces of her life start to come together she will understand the impact her and her families’ story had on so many people. I know it had a profound impact on me.

It was a busy week for me and my family. You know, the not home until 10 o’clock at night kind of busy week. I was super tired and only out of sheer curiosity did I check some blogs. I was on my lap top and I don’t know why but sometimes my touchpad gets ultra sensitive and it automatically clicks on stuff even if I haven’t actually tapped it with my finger. So, I was swiveling my finger on the touchpad going down the sidebar of someone’s blog and BAM it did it. It did that automatic “click on something” thing it does. I found myself on another blogsite called The Spohrs Are Multiplying. I am sure many of you have seen this. I immediately recognized it because my blogging friend Amy had done a post to promote the March of Dimes in honor of their daughter Maddie who passed away suddenly in April. She was 18 months old and beautiful (of course all babies are beautiful). She looked like a little fairy. So, I was aware of the situation and Amy had told me that she had been to their site and was very much moved.

Well, it was late and I should have just gone to bed, but I stayed awake and I read…and read. Two hours and a box of Kleenex later I had finished reading and was feeling a mix of many emotions. I started of course with the most recent entry and went backwards. Further and further I went back into their lives. Heather did an excellent job of documenting everything her little girl did. So many stories I could relate to as a mom. I can’t imagine the pain of losing a child, but because of Heather’s openness to share I can understand some of things that she misses the most that perhaps we take for granted. In one post she wrote about the fact that she doesn’t remember ever kissing her daughter’s knees. Even though I have not felt the pain of losing a child I immediately understood the pain she was in. As a mom, when you have your new baby you feel you can practically just devour them, with their soft skin, and that smell. You just cover their soft little pink bodies with kisses from head to toe. Yet, do you really soak it all in? Do you know you got every part? After reading, Heather’s post I suddenly thought, “Have I kissed my baby’s knees?”

Whether she knows it or not, Heather Spohr is a strong person. Even if there are mornings she doesn’t want to get out of bed…she is a strong person. She loves her daughter and keeps her spirit alive by telling her story. Her story has definitely touched many people’s lives. I know she would rather not be the strong grieving mother. I know she would rather be the fun loving mother taking her daughter to the park today. However, for reasons that I certainly can’t explain Maddie is in God’s hands now. I dedicate this tribute to you, Heather Spohr and all the mothers that have lost a child. You have to endure the hardest pain there is. My words may bring little comfort right now, but know that Maddie’s life has reached many because of you.

When I was done reading Heather’s blog that night, I turned off my computer. My 3 yr. old daughter was sleeping in bed with me (again). I have been taking her up to her own room (trying to get her to sleep in her “big girl” bed), but not that night. No, that night I left her where she slept right next to me. I listen carefully to her soft breaths, I looked at the silhouette of her tiny face in the dark, I touched her soft curls, and I kissed her knees.

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Tuesday Tribute- Mr. Alex (the Doughnut Guy)

It was a cloudy Friday morning, and like every Friday morning my son and I stopped by the Donut King to get his usual: 2 chocolate doughnuts with sprinkles. It's like Groundhog Day every Friday. My son and I go in, Mr. Alex comes out from behind the counter and says, "Hi, boy (even though he knows his name) how's your daddy?" My son replies, "Good", then holds up two fingers and says, "2 please." Mr. Alex knows exactly which "2" my son is refering to and puts them in the bag. Then I pay and my son says, "Receipt please." Mr. Alex tears off the receipt tape and my son gets extra excited if it happens to be a real long tape. I think my son has acquired enough receipt tape to go from California to New York. Like I said, Groundhog Day, because this scene plays out EVERY Friday. Last Friday, we pull up to the shop along with another car. Two boys hop out of the car and go in first, I began to feel a twinge of fear. As my son and I walk in my fear is confirmed...no chocolate doughnuts with sprinkles. It appears the boys in front of us have bought the last ones. My son hasn't noticed yet and I began to think, "Hmm, maybe I can convince him to get a white frosted doughnut with sprinkles, they are almost exactly the same except for the frosting, or maybe I should just tell him to take the plunge and try something completely new like a chocolate bar, (NO! are you crazy now is not the time to try to make him do something totally new!)....think, think. Then, he notices the chocolate doughnuts with sprinkles are MIA and he starts to breathe heavy and get that "bristly" look about him. He starts to ask over and over where the doughnuts are. Now, I go into damage control mode and I make up my mind that we are going to stay calm and not let this ruin his whole day (okay self, put all these new found strategies to work). Just as I am crouching down to be at eye level with my son, Mr. Alex leans over the counter and shakes a bag in front of my face. Yes, my hero, Mr. Alex saved my son his doughnuts and his entire day. I was so grateful I could have kissed him!! I know what some might be thinking, "boy, she is easy to please". Seriously, I know what I just described may sound like this is just a case of a spoiled kid, but no, my son is not a spoiled brat who just throws tantrums because he doesn't get his favorite doughnuts. This is not just about 2 chocolate doughnuts, but about the entire routine. My son is unique, or in the words of a doctor at the UC San Francisco Autism/Asperger clinic "an interesting case". From a very early age my son has struggled with obsessive-compulsive tendencies, along with other "atypical" behavior. He is very ritualistic, and the slightest deviation from his "normal" can disrupt his entire day. Some people are very compassionate and understanding and others...well, not so much. Mr. Alex is one of the good guys. Well, I always knew that. The fact that he takes the time to humor my son by giving him the receipt tape and listen to his crazy little stories every Friday morning qualifies him for good guy status in my book. So, thank you Mr. Alex and know that your future in the doughnut business is secure because I would get a second mortgage on my house to keep you in business if I had to!!

Taking Some Time for Tuesday

I don't know Tuesday Fiona Witt, I have seen pictures even watched videos.  I have read many posts describing her and ran across many fundraisers in her honor.  Mostly I know that she lost an 8 month battle with neuroblastoma in January of this year. When I read about her story my heart aches. I can't imagine what her family and friends are going through.  I pray that they find peace and I pray that the medical field finds a cure for all cancer. 

There are no words that can mend a heart that has lost a child.  My mom lost my sister when I was two years old and I still feel her absence and my Mom still can't talk about it.  There is no greater pain.  I wish everyday that I could do something to mend her heart.  My mom didn't have a great support system. My biological father left, my family didn't help her cope and it wasn't until years later when she found a friend who had suffered in the same way that she had someone to talk to. That makes me sad in so many ways.  We grew up not really knowing much about my sister - we just didn't talk about her and in that way we didn't honor her.

Today I would like to pay tribute to Tuesday,  her family, to the people that surround them and support them through this very difficult time, to the people who have donated and keep donating on Tuesday's behalf and to all the people who talk about her and who love her. You are all so very special and are making a difference.  

I pray that one day cancer is wiped out for good. That they find a cure soon that not another person is lost. Today is the Tuesday Blog Party. Today is a chance for people like me to give a little in honor of Tuesday. When I first saw the little button I knew that I must participate in this and I hope that you will too. Every little bit helps. 

So this is what I am auctioning: 

An I Spy pillow.  A little pillow filled with little trinkets made by Sarah.  Great for the car trip, church, or airplane ride.  My girls think they are great!

Here is what you do:

1. Leave me a comment telling me whether you interested in a boy print or a girl print.  

2. Then click on the button below to donate a $1 per entry. If you are bidding on more items on other blogs you can donate all at once and then leave your comments. Please leave a separate comment for each dollar donated.

3. Click on this button to go visit other bloggers participating - there are a lot!

The funds raised will go towards fighting pediatric cancer specifically neuroblastoma. The Auctions end on May 12.

Important Notes: The winner will be selected using random.org by choosing a comment number. Free shipping within the continental United States. Shipping outside the continental USA will be the responsibility of the winner.

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Tuesday Tribute: Papa

Today I pay tribute to a very special person: my Papa - my girls' Grandpapa.

Today would be his 86th birthday.  Today I would have called him he would answer "Howdy" and I would have wished him a happy day, the girls would have sang.  I would ask him how he was doing and he would say "I'm up!" We would laugh and I would tell him how good that was. We would talk about the weather, he would ask me about the little ones, the ranch, and about the Hubs. Yep that is what I would normally do on this day.  Instead today I am writing a tribute, sending a birthday wish with a blow of a kiss to the heavens,  planting a rose bush with the girls,because that was his favorite flower, and making a birdhouse because he liked to watch the birds.

My Papa was a kind hearted man who talked to everyone and left a long lasting mark on anyone who knew him. He loved babies and kids especially his great grandchildren.  One of his favorite things was to walk through Babies R' Us, talking to all the little kids and babies.  He would strike up a conversation by asking about there shoes.  Have you ever noticed that kids like to show off there shoes?  They do and he knew it - got them talking every time.   He was one of the funniest guys I knew - he always made me laugh.  He could also make me blush- he got a kick out of that.  He was loved by so many.  He was one of  a kind and I miss him so.  

Papa left us in October on a day that will forever be etched in my mind.  I can no longer reach him on the phone but I  feel him in my heart. There isn't a day that goes by that I don't think of him and what he meant to our family.  My oldest misses him too and has been looking forward to today for weeks.  It is marked on her calendar and she has reminded me everyday this week that today is his birthday and the day we "plant roses for Grandpapa. " 

So today we will plant the roses and send our kisses to heaven and wish Papa a Happy Happy Birthday! We know that he will get our kisses and wishes and send some back our way because we know that he loves us and misses us too.

Have a great day and if your Grandpa or Grandma are reachable by phone - call them and wish them a good day today and if they are not blow them a kiss and for more Tuesday Tributes be sure to visit Angie  at her place 

Tuesday's Tribute: Lady Di

I decided to participate in Tuesday Tribute over at Angie's 7 Clown Circus - she is the new host.

Today I would like to pay a special tribute to my best good friend, Lady Di. Lady Di is coauthor of this blog, when she does get time to post she is so much funnier than me. She is actually the reason I started this blog - we, she needed a place. Anyhow she is going through some tough times. Today I know is/was probably one of the toughest days that she will ever go through as a Mom and I just want her to know that I am thinking of her and praying for her.

Di and I have been friends since we were kids (she can actually tell you a funny story of one of her first memories of me). Our families would go to the river together when we were young. We went away to college together, got married together , had children together. One of my toughest moments was moving away from her when I left California, I was so afraid our friendship would suffer and that we wouldn't be as close. Of course that didn't happen. She is one of my closest friends. She is my sister. She knows me like no one else. She knows my deepest darkest secrets, my desires, my fears. We have cried through tough times and celebrated happy moments together. I couldn't imagine my life without her. That said:

Di you ARE a beautiful person. You ARE a wonderful Mother. You ARE a fantastic friend/Sister. Never doubt yourself and never let someone make you doubt yourself. NEVER let anyone make you feel unworthy. You DESERVE only the best that life has to offer. You ARE
a blessing to others and have so much to give. Today and always - know that I have your back no matter what. I am ALWAYS here for you. I would run to ends of the Earth and back for you and your children. I LOVE you and I LOVE them, as if they were my own.

Today is going to be tough, it will be a defining moment in your life. You WILL be able to handle it whatever the outcome because you are stronger than you give yourself credit for and I am here to remind you of that.

Amy

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