Oh Happy Day...

That's right...Happy was here with Beautiful for FOUR WHOLE DAYS! Extraordinary days. I have missed them SO MUCH. We had fun, too. The fam and friends here at the house for dinners, blowing bubbles outside in the 20-mile-an-hour winds, chalk lines in my driveway, laughing, crying, talking, eating, whispering, planning, silence...it was the perfect weekend. I certainly miss my baby-girl and her baby-girl, but the time was...again...perfect. Sharing pictures: (LOTS of pictures...sorry)

At the house: At lunch at Olive garden on Sunday...

New York...

Flower...Bright Eyes...Happy...Happy and Rachigga...you get the idea...

Okay...so there you have it...pretty much anyway! Thanks Nascar for letting my Happy and Beautiful come and visit us. Until July...

The Trainmaster...

This is my Dad. He's cool. He is also really sick right now. I couldn't let one more day pass without telling everyone how much I care about this man. Okay...he is not my BIOLOGICAL father...but he is still my Dad! He married my Mom WAY back 25 years ago. We were all pretty happy about that.

Even before he married my Mom, he was an important part of my life. He made my Mom happy...that counted for something in my book (whatever THAT is). And when my own BIOLOGICAL father wouldn't come to my wedding, he so graciously agreed to be the one who had the honor of giving me away to my husband. And, just so you know...that IS an honor. He gave me advice, and made the day very special for me. And he really loved Chief.

Our relationship has grown over the last 27 years (that's how long I have been married) and he has always been there for me and for my little family. My kids call him Papa...and so do my grandkids. And he treats us all as if we were of his own flesh and blood.

So...Trainmaster...you mean the world to me, and I love you incredibly. I am praying for your absolute recovery...quick and sure and complete. Thank you for always being there for me and for my family. Thank you for your incessant stories and your love for life! Rest in knowing you are lifted before our Father in Heaven who adores YOU. In the words of Rachigga and Happy..."POPS...you Rock!"