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Happy “B’Day”…

….and by “B’Day”, I mean the day when we celebrate Byron!!

Happy Birthday, Babe.  Today is your day….you call the shots -

So, so far we have:

  • gone to a birthday dinner at a lovely seafood restaurant picture-1401
  • - although staring at the multi-million-dollar yacht was probably not a good idea for Byron - about 15 minutes after arriving, he was suddenly taking an interest in the prospects of owning a boat………Since he’s the “birthday boy”, I didn’t want to remind him that ours wouldn’t look quite like that! (I’m thinkin’ more like “Gilligan’s Island”…after the crash…….just sayin’….)
  • awakened before the sun in order to see it rise!  (If I didn’t have the pictures, I probably wouldn’t remember it, as I am not much of a morning person…..) picture-1442
  • gotten breakfast at the local French “Patisserie” - We decided that since it’s his birthday, WE BOTH get to eat whatever we want all day……….and we have!
  • spent the morning by the ocean - getting way too much sun, forgetting that we’re getting far too old for all that!
  • picked up lunch at, none other than, MCDONALD’S!!!  Why, you ask…..refer back to my third point…..Byron wanted an arctic orange shake…..so he got one!!
  • took a two hour nap….(Yay!)

…..and now here I am blogging about it and the day’s not even over yet!

I hope he gets his every wish today…..(especially if those wishes include more pastries and lovely sweetened caffeinated beverages from you know where……)…but I digress….

Anyway…back to the “Birthday Boy” -

I love you, Byron and I hope you have more blessings this year than you can handle.  You are an awesome husband, leader…person, and I admire you greatly for your strength and passion.  I pity anyone who tries to stop what you believe you are to do…I’m just sayin’… ;-)

Have a wonderful rest of the day…and an even more wonderful year!

Love,

Angie

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on July 8, 2009
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The Remains…

…i shouldn’t be writing - i should be cleaning, or resting or anything but writing…

It’s just been one of those mornings…difficult, and I don’t even really know why.  I found it hard to sing this morning…hard to give…hard to love…harder to forgive.

There’s just a lot of junk in my mind…..usually Sunday mornings overshadow all the distractions - I guess I’m just in a funk…a selfish kind of funk. I feel a little more like just sitting around and licking my wounds than what I really should be doing…

And lunch has been a domestic disaster…sorry Barry.  I fixed lunch to celebrate Barry O’s 23rd (Happy, Happy!), and proceeded to drop a glass pan of enchiladas all over the floor…burning myself and Ashley in the process (sorry Ashley!)…

Then, when it was time for cake, discovered that the ICE CREAM cake had been inadvertently placed in the fridge rather than the freezer……..

….you do the math!

So, I’m sitting here waiting for the cake to refreeze…I guess I’ve got a good hour or so at least.

Oh well, Happy Birthday Barry - my heart was in the right place even if I’m no Martha Stewart…

The house will be full of people in just a few hours…hence the necessity to clean (especially after dropping dinner and melting dessert!)…but, I just feel a little weary….

I don’t really know why this morning was hard…I do know that I need to get over myself - and I know that witnessing people getting baptized is a great way for me to do that.  I can sulk later….

…tomorrow’s Monday, after all - the perfect day for sulking.

But, I won’t today - not on Sunday.  Not with my C3 family.  Not on Barry’s birthday…

Not when I’m celebrating what God has done in lives…..

There’s plenty of time for the junk on another day.

So..not today.

Peace.

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angiebledsoe
on September 28, 2008
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Small Packages…

…so today is Sandi’s birthday!!!!! :-) dsc_6313.jpg

Sandi is one of the pastor’s wives of C3 (Travis - Student Pastor, etc., etc.,…) - and Sandi is on the very short list of my confidants and friends. If you don’t know her well, you might mistake her quietness for passivity…you might think she’d be easy to manipulate…

…think again! My friend Sandi is tough and strong - she’s a great encouragement to me with her quiet resolve. She isn’t the one to do all the talking (she leaves that to me), but she listens…and she supports…and she stands!

God has blessed me with a few “aloe friends”, and I’m so glad He included Sandi among them.

Love you, girl! I’m so glad you were born!

Peace.

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on February 26, 2008
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And He Will Be Seven…

…no matter how hard I try to keep him from getting one year…one second older.

He’s growing up, and because he’ll be turning seven (and was convinced that as of midnight he would automatically graduate to second grade!), he’s counting every minute of his age. Remember when we used to do that? - We would round up when someone asked our age? Well, he’s been 6-and-a-half since two days after his last birthday! (Meanwhile, middle-aged women will hold on to every millisecond of whatever decade they are currently in…)

Anyway, so my baby’s growing up. This is so bitter-sweet with boys, especially.  I mean, you don’t want them to stay dependant - be labeled a “mama’s boy”…but, at the same time, you kind of enjoy the attention of a little boy who thinks you hung the moon. The middle school “angst” - and the mom-phobia that comes along with it - is right around the corner anyway!

But, for now, my little “eefer-beefer” is turning seven. He loves football - especially playing Wii Madden with his dad and commenting on how great Byron is (of course, then he modestly says, “must be where I get it from”), He loves playing with…any of his siblings that will play. He loves his friends. He loves to smile. He loves to enjoy life. And…he loves me…a lot. And knowing that the little boy, exuberant love that he lavishes upon me, unashamedly, will become much more discreet very, very soon, I’m going to enjoy every second of it…img_0503.jpg

After all, he won’t be my baby forever…just maybe the next 40 years or so! :-)
Happy Birthday, little man. You’re the most awesomest seven year old named Ethan there’s ever been in the whole wide world!

I love you.

Peace.

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on February 2, 2008
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