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Go Read Andy's Blog!!!

Go read Andy's blog HERE!  It is so good!!!  Thanks!!!

My Uncle Bill

Uncle Bill.  When I think about him I laugh (usually out loud), I smile and I get a very warm fuzzy feeling in my heart because I love him so much.  I love my Uncle Bill.

I'm so thankful for my relationship with Bill.  He comes across as so hardened, but he has always been so sweet to me.  I really enjoy my time with him.  He makes me laugh and we laugh together.  We have the same sense of humor and we think the same things are funny.  He can see people as they really are (like I can) and we would usually laugh about that.  We have many inside jokes and funny things we laugh about together each time we see each other.  We like the same kind of books.  We appreciate a good road trip.

I have fun memories of Bill.  When I was very young he had his nose broken by a bull--he was a rodeo clown and the bull won.  My Gran'ma was taking care of him and I was her nurse's assistant.  I loved it!  My Gran'ma always saved Milano cookies in her freezer for when Bill came to visit …

Mirror Mirror on the Wall

As I was flying into Durango on Sunday, I was looking out my window admiring the mountains.  I love the mountains.  I'm in awe every time I look at them.  They never get old.  They never get ugly.  I love the mountains!  And every time I see them, as my breath is taken away, I thank God for his beautiful creation.  It started as a challenge to myself when I first moved to Colorado--to be thankful for one thing a day (at least) and it was easy to be thankful for the beautiful mountains. . . .

Then it dawned on me. . . I love nature, I am in awe of God's creation all of the time whether it be mountains or trees or flowers or clouds or a beautiful starry mountain night sky. . . why aren't I in awe of the creation I see every time I look into the mirror?  Eeks!  Why can't I look in the mirror with that same wonder and awe?  Am I not a creation of God's?

Hmmmm. . . something good for me to mull over!


Seventeen.  Wow!  In so many ways I cannot believe that seventeen years ago today I married my best friend.  In some ways (both good and bad), it seems like so much longer.  I really can't remember my life without him and I'd hate to even imagine it.

Love never gives up.  Love cares more for others than for self.  Love doesn't want what it doesn't have.  Love doesn't strut, doesn't have a swelled head, doesn't force itself on others, isn't always 'me first,' doesn't fly off the handle, doesn't keep score of the sins of others, doesn't revel when others grovel, takes pleasure in the flowering of truth, puts up with anything, trusts God always, always looks for the best, never looks back, but keeps going to the end (I Corinthians 13:4-7).

I honestly cannot say that I love Andy in that way, but I can honestly say that I want to, I long to, I try to.  I fail in almost ever single category.  I can pat myself on the back and say that I nev…