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Okay today is another exception to not posting till I am done with the move. 
 
Today is  the 9Th of January.
 
 Eight years ago today a very special and extraordinary and WONDERFUL baby girl  was born.   

This special girl is Brooke Nicole Searles our granddaughter-I am not Brooker’s blood grandma , but I want Brooker to know that being a Grandma is not always about “blood” relations it is about LOVE.  It is about love and giving and receiving-So Brookie I am your granma by love!!  You are one of my special girls and Papa’s oldest granddaughter!!

Brooke the one that  brings sunshine into our lives even when the sun is gone, the one whose wit and sense of humor keep us in stitches. When we went fishing this summer after fishing all day, the only person that caught fish was me. Riding in the truck on the way to the camp ground, I said, “I am really tired”.  Brooke quickly and with a gleam in her eye responded, “It must be from catching so many fish!!!!”  What  a wit!!

You have the most intoxicating and wonderful laugh-I just have to laugh out loud and smile in my heart when you grace my day with your laugh.   

Brookie, the  one that is an optimist, Brooke always sees the positive side of everything and makes sure there is no gloom when she is around.  Her Papa Dave has a little box that she gave him reminding him that her love is in that box.  And she is serious about this..when we tell her how sad we will be when she leaves us after her visit; she pulls the little box out and reminds us of her promise.  And she is so sincere about it.  Brookie we have to hold that box and hold it close to our heart a lot, because we miss you so much.  Papa Dave loves you.

Brooke, the one that loves stuff toys, kittens and dogs.  Brookie the great fisherman-to be poltitically correct, fisherperson.  She caught a big fish this summer on Papa’s boat.

 She has loved me unconditionally and that has filled my heart with love and joy.  I love you Brooke.  I love playing games with you Brooker.  I love playing with the penguin, polar bear and princess with you. I love dancing and making up dances.  You are a good dancer.   Your laugh just makes it not just fun but  hillarious!!!

 Brooke, the day that you were born your Mom became a Mother and she and you will be learning together and figuring it out together.  You were her gift.  But remember that you were a gift that did not come with instruction just with lots of love.  So Mommy is doing her very best that she can to be a good Mommy and a good friend.  She loves you.  That same day your Daddy became a father.  He loves you.

The day that you were born your Granma Val and your Papa Rick,  became  grandparents.  They love you.

The day that you were born you changed everyone’s lives.  They all love you, the bright sunshine in al our lives.

I read a saying that says:  God gave us memories so that we can have June roses in December..”  But I say: God gave us Brooker so that we can have Wonderful Memories every day.

Feliz Cumpleanos, ” That’s how they say it in Spain. “Frohlicher Geburtstag, ” In German it means the same. “Gratulerer med magen, ” Norwegians say it too. … But any way you say it is HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!!!!!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BROOKIE.    WE LOVE YOU!!

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I had decided that I was not going to post, write or work on my websites until I am done with my move.

January 7Th compels me to come back to my computer and write the following thoughts-which I had planned for a later time-to my son in law/son Trent Home.  Today Trent celebrates a birthday.  Happy Birthday dear Trent and bear with us as I attempt to tell the world what a great son, husband and father you are.  

Trent  and his  bright smile, sense of humor, wit, open mind and quiet loving way have brought joy, light and happiness into my life. 

He opened his home to me and  was literally a saving grace at a time that sadness, pain and heartbreak abounded.  He not only shared his home -which  was a place of refuge -but, also, his wife-my daughter. 

He unselfishly and with extreme patience, I might add, put up with my relentless crying and talking-that by itself makes him an angel.   And this took an angel or at least someone with perseverence.

He shared his garden with me, cooked breakfast for me and-much to my discomfort-  would not take no for an answer on his request that I join the family on any and all “activity” and “tradition” they had, when I just wanted to hide out in my room.  How many men do you know that instead of trying to avoid their mother in law insist that she join them?

Trent is someone that always looks at life  with an optimistic-glass half full  point of view.   He, for the most part, is pretty cheerful and upbeat.  The exception to this cheerful and friendly disposition being when he succumbs to his compulsion of vacuuming-carpet already vacuumed- or feverishly wiping kitchen counters already wiped by me, or picking up the one toy that was missed during the clean up.   Actually during , this ,this cleaning frenzy-we are the only uncheerful ones- he is perfectly  happy doing this.   It is the rest of us that need a new coping tool for this behavior or maybe a xanax or two.

  I love Trent not just because he is a good husband and he loves and takes care of my daughter or  because he has earned his children’s adoration-Jaden and Madisen fight over a (if might might say, an unflattering and Goofy) picture of Trent that is taped to the wall on Madisen’s bed.  I have had to comfort Jaden in his complete despair and despondency after losing the rights to that goofy picture-but because he, also, has loved and has a soft heart for Gavin, treats Brooke like a sister he never had, and has taken my son in a brother.  

Trent is a real morning person 7 a.m. is the middle of the afternoon at the Homecs.  That being the case I have been up by 6 A.M. to partake of freshly made veggie juice at out “juice party”-Juice that Trent has extracted with his jack La lane Juicer.  Now, remember I am the mother-in law-do you know any men that invite their mother in law to join them to  ”party” at the crack of dawn? 

Trent has been a loving and giving son to his parents.  He has equally been there for me.  There was a time that they had both-he and Audry- their mothers at their place along with the melodrama and theatrics packed in their baggage.

There is an old Irish poem that says: “    I Like this quote I dislike this quoteA son is a son till he takes him a wife, a daughter is a daughter all of her life.””  but in the case of Trent he became my son first by he marrying my daughter, then by just being a son.

Thank you Trent..Happy Birthday

It’s the 5Th you say?  And you would be right. 

 

But here  at the Phoenix it is the first day of the New Year.  The first day that we get down to business that is. 

 

I am sure that most of us grumpily face the first day back.  Mom’s cheerfully sent the kids off to school but it, also means to get to busy themselves.  Dad’s face the office but they, also, get a brake from being responsible for entertaining the kids.  And I am not really posting anything meaningful-because I am losing my mind over the blog.  I am trying to launch one of my websites and I am packing up my house to move.  When the packing is done, we are heading to North County San Diego and from there we will head to Interstate 10 all the way to Florida.

But I will be posting and hope that you will be back…

 

I invite you all to check my article pages on the top of the page and to come back here daily to see what might be on at the Phoenix Journey.

I will keep it simple today and share with you Five Simple Rules for Happiness-I read it on someones desk and thought that it was worth making note of it.

 

I.  Free Your Heart From Hatred

II.  Free Your Mind From Worries

III.  Live Simply

IV.  Give More

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Happy New year to All.

Please Stand By while I complete the programming of this blog.  Meanwhile, please read about us and Kisses are not contracts.