Saturday, April 30, 2011
My mother in law brought this picture to me of Jerry and I taken years ago, probably before 1988. In the bottom right of the picture is Jerry's little sister, Leslie, jumping in. Funny, huh? Anyway, last Thursday, Jerry and I were married 23 years! We looked very much like the kids in this picture. We were both 18, had menial jobs, no college education and no money. But, with God in the middle of our lives as our guiding light, we have sustained a marriage--not JUST sustained a marriage--God has added an increase of love and joy to our lives beyond anything I could ever imagine. Jerry is a great man, I believe, because the Lord lives in him. I fail as a wife in so many ways, but God puts blinders on Jerry and Jerry doesn't see my failures the way I do. He loves me unconditionally. I'm so thankful we eloped 23 years ago. I'd do it all over again.
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Although this beauty emerged a while back, I just had to share. Monarchs are a white, yellow and black caterpillar that loves butterfly weed. We are fans of the monarch around here so when we find one on our butterfly weed, we bring him into our home, feed him and watch his "metamorphosis" into a butterfly. This particular guy came out of his crysalis right in front of our eyes! Look at the chrysalis--it's clear--so before he erupts, you can actually see this guy folded up in there. As he emerges, he clings to his chrysalis until his wings dry and expand. Look how great he looks after the drying and expanding process. They are beautiful!
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Sunday, April 10, 2011
I'm not sure who is sweeter--my big boy or my little boy. They both are just precious. Allen is a teenager and could be giving us all sorts of trouble, but he doesn't. Benjamin is three, knocking on four and is just a good natured, playful boy. My sweet boys hold a special place in my heart. I'm not sure if all boys are sweet to their mamas, but I'm pretty sure mine are the sweetest ever!;0)
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
My dogs wrestled a momma opposum to the death under our backyard shed. It seems, though, the momma had a million babies in tow that have been coming out from under the shed. The first day the little ones started to emerge, the dogs killed most of them. We were able to "rescue" two of them that a friend of mine took home with her. Well, I thought all was finished until a few days ago when another baby was being tormented by Lightning McQueen and we rescued it. I called my friend up thinking surely she would want one more, but NO! Her husband had not been happy with the first two she brought home and she didn't think it'd be a good idea to add to her small brood. Unfortunately, I have a big heart and I just couldn't call the city to pick this little guy up to be gassed and thrown away like trash. I KNOW these critters carry disease, are pests, and all in all gross people out, but this guy was so small and helpless. Anyway, I've become attached...to an opossum...or he has become attached to me--either way, I have a problem. I don't want a pet possum (I know it's opossum, but I'm tired of typing that). But, I don't want to kill this little guy or give him to someone who will. I called a couple of wildlife rescues--they think I'm funny. Possums are one in a million and they simply don't care what I do with the guy. He's not big enough yet to find food on his own but as soon as he is, I think we're going to take him to a local park/nature trail and release him. Right now, we're feeding him grapes, bread, etc and hoping he survives.