A child who is loved...

This morning, as I sit drinking coffee, I decide it

has been a while since I've posted old pictures 

to facebook. I love me some old memories.

I go ahead and begin downloading and call it

FFF- Family/fun Friday

As they are downloading I do one of my favorite things 

to do when looking at old pics.

I study the backgrounds, trying to embark old memories

that have slipped my mind.

The one below, taken in what we called the Utility Room.

It was always a mess, the washer and dryer were never brand new,

there was always clothes on the floor, well everywhere.

My Mommy and Daddy, they weren't big on keeping a 

neat home, more into letting their slew of kids and grandkids

play. So this utility room was one of our favorite places

to hang in. After the backgrounds, I study the people who 

are the subjects of the photos, namely ME!

Note the photograph below, I am in my nightgown.

I spent much of my time in PJ"S shoot, still do.

What really touches my heart though is my hair….

IT was always curly and unruly but someone took

the time to tie a pretty ribbon in my hair.

I don't know if it was Mommy or Daddy,

and older sibling perhaps, no matter who it was,

it's a sure sign of being loved. You see, being born the

last of many, to parents in their 40's and having

nieces and nephews also being born, my hair would

not have been something of importance especially on a day

that was a pajama day.

 This revelation has me looking through a few more

and again, the hair is fixed. Well, as much as you can fix

what was a very unruly head of hair.

Here, I am with my nephew Guy, all ready for my 6th grade 

band concert….

pig tails, My mommy made me pigtails.

 My communiton, the hair is a tad messy but my veil, oh

I was so ver proud!

My second grade hair, oh those curls and yet, someone

took the time to brush and add a barrette.

A girl has to grow up feeling loved when someone always

took the time to fix her hair.

It reminds me of when Bean was a baby and someone

jokingly teased KD about the big bows in Bean's hair.

KD's answer was, 

"The kids with the biggest bows are loved the most"

Much love in the childhood of this Mumsie

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, KD

It is DIL birthday today,

Finally the age of BB. A mere 28.

How can I word what the mother of my grand babies

mean to me? Almost like being a grandma, 

no words are good enough to explain.

MY DEAR KD,

THE WORD DAUGHTER IN LAW

SOUNDS SO COLD EXPLAINING WHAT YOU

ARE TO ME, SO GENERIC.

BECAUSE WHEN MY SON INTRODUCED

YOU TO ME, I KNEW WE WOULD BE FRIENDS.

THEN YOU BECAME HIS WIFE AND WE

BECAME EVEN CLOSER. I TEASE BB

OFTEN TELLING HIM HE BETTER MAKE

Y'ALL MARRIAGE WORK BECAUSE

YOU WILL ALWAYS AND FOREVER BE

MY DAUGHTER IN LAW.

THEN, THEN YOU BECAME THE MOTHER

TO MY SWEET BEAN.

I WATCH YOU WITH HER AND I 

SILENTLY THINK HOW LUCKY BEAN IS

THAT YOU ARE HER MOTHER.

BEAN BECOMES GROUNDED WHEN SHE

IS AROUND YOU.  YOUR ENDLESS AND

UNCONDITIONAL LOVE FOR HER MAKES

FOR ONE HAPPY AND LOVED LITTLE GIRL.

YOU KEEP MY DEAR SON GROUNDED ALSO.

NEVER AFRAID TO SPEAK YOUR PEACE,

BUT ALWAYS SO LOVING TO HIM.

OVER THE LAST FEW MONTHS, I SOMETIMES

WORRY IF I AM BURDENING YOU AS YOU

ARE 8 MONTHS PREGNANT BUT NEVER DO

YOU COMPLAIN. THEN THERE IS OUR SWEET 

JOLEE, WHO DOES NOT HAVE A BLOG NAME

AS OF YET. HOW YOU CARE FOR YOURSELF

IN ORDER TO ASSURE SHE IS ONE HEALTHY 

LITTLE BABY. I KNOW I PROBABLY SAY THIS

EVERY TIME I WRITE YOU A LOVE LETTER

OR BLOG ABOUT YOU, BUT IT IS WORTH SAYING

ONE MORE TIME,

I COULD NOT HAVE PICKED A BETTER WIFE 

FOR MY BB THAN HE DID.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MY SWEET KD.

HOPE TO SHARE MANY MORE WITH YOU.

LOVE, MUMSIE

CONFIRMATION TIME

Tonight, my religion girls confirm at

St. John church here in Plaquemine.

I have been their religion teacher for two years

and we have shared so much with each other.

I am so very proud of each one of them

as it would have been easier for them to just drop 

and yet we promised each other I would stay with them

if they would stay with me. So, tonight,

I will proudly hold my head up and maybe

even shed a few tears as they make this big milestone in

their faith. 

On Saturday, I will also be the sponsor for my

dear godchild, Tedi-girl as she confirms in our 

family church of Our Lady Of Prompt Succor in 

Golden Meadow. It will remind me of the very day

we baptized her and I became her Nannie.

Things have been just a tad hard for her this last

year and yet, she remains firm in her faith

and I will stand proudly next to her as she

becomes an adult in the eyes of the Catholic church.

I love you Tedi, so honored that you have chosen

me to stand beside you on such an important day.

ALICE, ALWAYS LOVED

 Oh my dear LuLu, Lucy.

You are growing so fast,

conquering every thing you touch,

full of self confidence but maturing in a way

that you now wear that confidence proudly without

saying a word. 

Lucy is the second born to my niece Rebecca and her hubby,

Mikie. As a little one, she was just a drama queen and diva.

Never held back on what she had to say, never cared

how she said it. Now, growing up to be the beautiful child

looking much like her mother at that age.

As she gets older, our relationship has changed drastically.

I love being around her. 

 I think those feelings are mutual as she frequently asks

when she can come spend time with me at my house.

Now, the story to go with the title.

Last week, as I waited at the Plaisance Thibodaux home

for Pappy to come pick me up, I was alone there.

Bored, I went into Lucy's room to see what her walls

were saying this week. She loves making posters

and decorating her walls, loves the band

ONE DIRECTION so you can bet there will

be posters of them up. Her bed is made and her room is tidy.

There is one blanket messed on top of the bed and there,

tucked in that blanket I see a familiar site but

one I had not seen in many many years.

Dear, sweet Alice. still in bed, still with one lazy eye

that stopped working years ago. 

Our Lucy, how she loved Alice growing up.

We all knew Alice, she was a member of the family.

We all called her by name.

Lucy went no where without Alice and as grown up

as she always acted, she was never embarrassed to the

fact that Alice was her girl.

It made my heart dance, made me smile big to 

see Sweet Alice, still in bed, knowing that our Lu

still sleeps with her each night, gaining comfort

from her just as always. 

Love you LU, and you, too Alice

thanks for all you have done to mold our Lucy

in the beautiful woman she is today.

surgery for Pappy

Long time in posting, just so much going on.

Update is HOBL who now we will call Pappy on 

the blog, needs surgery.

When he fell off ladder cleaning the homestead,

it was bad. In Feb. had to call an ambulance to take

him to the hospital. Our Lady of the Lake said

"good news, a broken rib"

so he took off a few days and headed to Alaska.

His pain was just too bad, numbness to fingers,

long story short, he came home, an MRI was done

and he was found to have a shattered Cervical 7 neck.

The same doctor who took care of him when he broke

his back two years ago, Dr. Leichty does not

know how he was not paralyzed. Our Pappy,

just can't bring him down.

So he will need surgery to remove that bone

and put a plate in to stop any further damage.

The two times we have seen Dr. Leichty, he

has shook his hand and said,

"Sir, this could have turned out very, very bad."

Surgery is set for May 6th and this big house is

FOR SALE BY OWNER

Not going to let a house kill him and it is too much 

for me to maintain. We should have thought longer

about the purchase. It has been nice sharing this beautiful home

with friends and family but time to move on.

I hope the next family who lives here, fills it up with

children, it is way too quiet here with two adults.

It seems even bigger since BB, KD and Bean 

have moved out.

Prayers will be appreciated as we move

on with surgery and major life changing decisions 

being made.