Saturday, June 23, 2012


I remember doing this as a little girl.  I used to love dancing with my dad.  It would usually be after dinner.  I remember standing on his shoes, with my arms around him, and him leading me in a sweet little dance. 

I was (am) the youngest of four kids for him and my mom.  Both my mom and dad had previous marriages, so I have half siblings.  Just to tell you a little of how I was raised, I didn't know what "half sister/brother" even meant, and for years I never knew any different.  It was just the way we worked.  I was blessed with amazing parents.

I also remember a tradition that Dad and I started when I was a little older.  We would play Uno every night after dinner.  Every single night.  Without fail.  He taught me to be the Uno queen.  I still kind of am.  ;-)

Do you have early memories like this from your childhood? 

My take-away for the day is to make some memories of your own with your kids.  It's never too late to start, and I promise, it'll be the best thing you ever give them. 

Love to all.

Friday, June 22, 2012


Hi!  Many of you know me from Overflowing With Blessings (  It hit me today that I need to devote a whole blog to my sweet Daddy.

We have spent every Friday afternoon together (give or take a few missed days) for the past seven years or so.  It started when Jonah and Noah were little bitty...I'm thinking they were two.  They were young enough that he might have started coming over with the intention of helping me.  Goodness knows at that time, I needed all the hands I could get!

It has become my favorite tradition.  We have grown so much closer over the years, and I can honestly say that he's one of my very best friends.  He knows so many things about me, and about my warms my heart to witness him with them.

I'll tell you more about our relationship as time goes on, but for tonight, I'm going to tell you about our conversation today.

We talked about family.  Something we both hold very dear.  My parents are divorced (for those of you who don't know) and I was telling him about my mom's Uncle Wayne.  She got a phone call last night that he's been diagnosed with cancer and is only expected to live a few more weeks.

*I'll stop here and ask a favor...will you please pray for him?  His name is Wayne Myles.  I just pray that the good Lord will take him soon and peacefully, if that be His will.  I don't want him to suffer...and I know he wouldn't want to go on like he is right now.*

Our conversation about my uncle led us to many more little conversations about our family.  He ended up telling me stories about my maternal grandparents that I didn't remember.  It was a really cool afternoon, and one that I think is priceless.  I enjoyed hearing some different things from him today.  After all, he is eighty-one years old, and he does sometimes repeat himself.  God love him.

I know I do.

My take-away for you today is this: think about the conversations you have with your loved ones.  Make them count.  Don't take anything for granted, and view every moment together as a gift from God.  We never know when it might be our last one.

James 1:17 "Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of lights with Whom there is no variation or the slightest hint of change."

Love to all.