Friday, March 13, 2009


I have seen this on both of my sister-in-laws blogs. I decided to bite the bullet (so to speak) and take the challenge.
The first 5 people to comment on this post will recieve something made by me...but there is a catch;here are the rules:

1. It's my choice what to make...and you won't know know what it will be until you get it!

2. I make no guarantees that you will like what I make, but I hope you do!

3. What I create will be just for you.

4. I will be done this year. (hopefully well before that) :)

The catch is that you must re-post and offer the same giveaway to the first 5 people who do the same on your blog. It's all about sharing the love!

(If you don't have a blog you can choose a few people to send something fun and homemade too, and then hope that they do the same).

Monday, March 9, 2009


14 years ago we got a phone call, I know this does not happen to most newly expecting parents, but we were told our daughter had been born. I can't even explain the excitement that went through me at that moment. My thoughts were a little jumbled, I wondered how the Birth Mom and her family were doing, what I needed to do to prepare to have a new born baby in my home the next day. 
I remember not sleeping very well that night, and on the ride to go and see her, the thing I remember most was when we got there our Social Worker told us that if this is not your child, don't take her. My brain was screaming "you have got to be kidding me" I have waited 5 years for her, there is no way we are not taking her. I remember walking into a room and seeing her placed on a table, they told us to redress her. She had long skinny feet, bright red lips and rosy checks, but the most important thing on her body was a small birthmark. My grandpa has passed away shortly before she was born, I asked him to please make sure when our baby came to us I would know that she was ours. I saw that birthmark, (in the same place my sister Liz's is) and new without a shadow of a doubt that she had been sent to the right home. (I think grandpa J. may have helped kick her out.)
My favorite memories are, bike rides up the hill to grandma and grandpa's, eating strawberries out of the swimming pool, eating tomatoes straight from the garden,  her great love for her Uncle Dean and Aunt Char, her love for her cousins, (excpecially the one who calls her Mataila) long talks, helping her understand that girlfriends will get better. Her constant love for those who are different that her, and her tolerance and understanding for change, and so many more that makes her who she is today. She is a lovely young woman and I am proud to call her my daughter. I love you Makaila. Happy Birthday.................