Saw this on facebook and it made my heart melt..

Met a man today who has known his wife 80 years. They met in the first grade and have been together ever since. They have 14 grandkids and 7 great grandkids..he made me cry when he said, "The secret is, we do everything together. We go everywhere togethere. I've been around the world 3 times and never seen a woman worth replacing her for. Jesus made her especially for me, so I do what I'm told, the right way, the first time. Nothing else matters but her happiness." I want to know why love like that doesn't exist anymore....

Next Tattoo Idea

Minus the name "Jamie" This is pretty close to being what I want, the next tattoo I get will be on my foot for my papaw Ray. I never met him and I want to get something in memory of him. I chose angel wings and my foot for the location simply because I want to simbalize him being my guardian angel guiding my path and placing my feet where they should go. On the other foot I will bedoing the exact same thing just with it being for bradley's mamaw for the same reason.

The "New Normal"...

Well it's going on the month mark since losing Mamaw, and things have gotten some what easier; although they will never be easy. I don't cry every night anymore but not one single day goes by that I don't think of her and tear up for a second. It breaks my heart that when I have children she will not be there at the hospital awaiting the happiest day of my life. That's the thing that gets me the most is that my children will never know the joy of going to mamaws house and getting their way lol. I will have to introduce my children to their mamaw at a grave side. That's not the way I expected things to be; not the way I wanted things to be. Things will never be the same, but I guess I will just have to get used to the "new normal" although I despise the new normal. I want things back to the way they used to be, when she was just a phone call away or hop in the car and go see her, when if I wanted to see papaw James all I had to do was drive 5 mins away. I hate the new normal, but I know God has a plan for me and for my life and I just have to wait and let him show me where he wants me.  I will make them both proud though,  I applied and have been accepted to college. So as soon as I finish my fafsa I can start figuring out what to do next. I will be taking classes online, for early childhood development, and I will make something of myself.  All I live for now is living life the way God wants, making myself happy, having a wonderful marriage, and making my loved ones proud.

Grandma's Hands. Something to think about...

Grandma, some ninety plus years, sat feebly on the patio bench.. She didn't move, just sat with her head down staring at her hands.

When I sat down beside her she didn't acknowledge my presence and the longer I sat I wondered if she was OK.

Finally, not really wanting to disturb her but wanting to check on her at the same time, I asked her if she was OK. She raised her head and looked at me and smiled. 'Yes, I'm fine, thank you for asking,' she said in a clear voice strong.

'I didn't mean to disturb you, grandma, but you were just sitting here staring at your hands and I wanted to make sure you were OK,' I explained to her.

'Have you ever looked at your hands,' she asked. 'I mean really looked at your hands?'

I slowly opened my hands and stared down at them. I turned them over, palms up and then palms down. No, I guess I had never really looked at my hands as I tried to figure out the point she was making.

Grandma smiled and related this story:

'Stop and think for a moment about the hands you have, how they have served you well throughout your years. These hands, though wrinkled shriveled and weak have been the tools I have used all my life to reach out and grab and embrace life.

'They braced and caught my fall when as a toddler I crashed upon the floor.

They put food in my mouth and clothes on my back. As a child, my mother taught me to fold them in prayer. They tied my shoes and pulled on my boots. They held my husband and wiped my tears when he went off to war.

'They have been dirty, scraped and raw, swollen and bent. They were uneasy and clumsy when I tried to hold my newborn son. Decorated with my wedding band they showed the world that I was married and loved someone special.

They wrote my letters to him and trembled and shook when I buried my parents and spouse.

'They have held my children and grandchildren, consoled neighbors, and shook in fists of anger when I didn't understand.

They have covered my face, combed my hair, and washed and cleansed the rest of my body. They have been sticky and wet, bent and broken, dried and raw. And to this day when not much of anything else of me works real well these hands hold me up, lay me down, and again continue to fold in prayer.

'These hands are the mark of where I've been and the ruggedness of life.

But more importantly it will be these hands that God will reach out and take when he leads me home. And with my hands He will lift me to His side and there I will use these hands to touch the face of God.

I will never look at my hands the same again. But I remember God reached out and took my grandma's hands and led her home. When my hands are hurt or sore or when I stroke the face of my children and husband I think of grandma. I know she has been stroked and caressed and held by the hands of God.

Tragedy strikes again...

A week exactly to the date that we lost my husbands mamaw, I was starting to be able to sleep with out tears again. I woke up on Tuesday the 6th and headed out to my aunts house to help her with Brooklyn, and a few hours later I got a txt from my mom telling me my dads dad "papaw James" was in the hospital and not doing well. Then my daddy txt me as well saying "James is in the ICU he had cardiac arrest" I had time to txt them both back and my phone started ringing, it was my brother so I didn't think anything was wrong. I answered "Hello?" he then said "Dad just txted and said James passed on" I went into hysterics; in a week I had lost 2 people I loved. I wasn't as close to papaw James as I would have liked but it does break my heart that he is gone, he was a great man and he always had a smile on his face. He will be greatly missed by our entire family.

Philippians 4:13

Philippians 4:13--I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.


The road to success is not straight. There is a curve called Failure, a loop called Confusion, speed bumps called Friends, red lights called Enemies, caution lights called Family. You will have flats called Jobs.


But, if you have a spare called Determination, an engine called Perseverance, insurance called Faith, a driver called Jesus, you will make it to a place called Success. Pass it on to ten people whom you want to see blessed. Don't forget to send it back to the one who sent it
to you.


May God continue to bless you.

The day our lives forever changed..

On Feb 28th 2012 I was babysitting my little cousin Bryson and watching out for my granny while my aunt was at the hospital visiting my uncle. I was cleaning the house and getting some laundry started, I didn't realize then that my life was soon about to change. As I was getting the laundry started my phone rang "Your love is better" by Scotty McCreery played and I smiled because I knew it was my husband. I answered the phone and knew immediately something was wrong, he didn't pick back with me when I answered "What do you want????!" He simply said "My mom called..." and then I remembered "Oh my gosh..your mamaw" She was scheduled for surgery that morning and I had yet to hear anything all day on how she was doing, it was almost 5pm and her surgery started at 7:30am. I had been so busy all day that I hadn't even thought about the fact that I hadn't heard anything. He told me that his mom had called him and she was crying so hard he could hardly understand her, but that he heard her say we needed to get to the hospital as fast as we could that things weren't looking good. I quickly called my mom to get her to come and stay with Bryson so I could leave. I got to the hospital and everyone had been in tears, and still no one had heard anything. About an hour passed and the doctor came out and wanted to speak with Papaw and the 5 children in a separate room, I instantly knew something was wrong. It seemed like an eternity before anyone came back out, but I'm sure it wasn't that long. My husband's uncle Buddy came out, and he was crying so hard he couldn't finish his statement, all he could say was "Guys mamaw isn't going to make it, they..." then Brad's mom  stepped in and finished "The doctor has done all he can do, but Mamaw has a lot of internal bleeding and there isn't anything else they can do" The entire room burst into loud sobbing. I fell into Brad's arms and cried I think the most tears I had ever cried. They took us up to the ICU and let us 2 by 2 to say our goodbyes. After about 4-5 people went in her preacher Jack came out and asked who else needed to go back that it was only gonna be a few more mins. So brad and I raced down the hallway, and when I entered her room I burst into tears and I grabbed her hand and whispered that I loved her. I walked out of her room and down the hall not knowing that my future would be full of lonely feeling days and sadness :/