12 years ago on April 4, 1998, my oldest sister, Jennifer, married her husband Grant. Not only did we get Grant, but we also were blessed with his 3 kids as well. Family is and always has been number 1 to me. 3 more kids to love and spoil was more than I could ask for as an aunt, and I have been in love ever since. Jordyn was only 5 when Jennifer and Grant got married and I have gotten to watch this little girl grow into a beautiful young woman. On February 12th, Jordy turned 18. Last year was a rough year for her, but she has proved time and again that she has strength. She is a senior this year and graduating in just 6 short weeks. I got to spend an entire day with her taking her senior pictures. It was one of the best days I've had! She may be all grown up, but I will always see the sweet little girl with freckles and loving blue eyes. I am very proud of you Jordyn, I love you very much!

No blinding light or tunnels to gates of white
Just our hands clasped so tight
Waiting for the hint of a spark
Just our hands clasped so tight
Waiting for the hint of a spark
All my life though some have changed
Some forever not for better
Some have gone and some remain
All these places have their moments
With lovers and friends I still can recall
Some are dead and some are living
In my life I've loved them all
But of all these friends and loversThere is no one compares with you
And these memories lose their meaning
When I think of love as something new
Though I know I'll never lose affection
For people and things that went before
I know I'll often stop and think about them
In my life I love you more
Obstacles don’t have to stop you. If you run into a wall, don’t turn around and give up. Figure out how to climb it, go through it, or work around it
I don't want to get to the end of my life and find that I lived just the length of it. I want to have lived the width of it as well.
Living in the moment means letting go of the past and not waiting for the future. It means living your life consciously, aware that each moment you breathe is a gift.











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