Well I was going to post pictures from Tyrel's birthday and such, but the camera and computer don't seem to be speaking to one another right now.
This month seems to be one full of happiness and tears.
On the happiness side, I got a see a friend proposed to. My sweet husband had a birthday. That same husband got his instructors certificate and is now able to give CHL classes. Anyone need a Texas CHL?
My brother Tommy went to Brazil and got to see some of God's AWESOME handiwork. He saw some amazing healings, and came home on fire for God.....even more than before.
Tyrel turned 3 on the 25th. I can hardly believe how big he is getting! Do parents ever stop being amazed at how big/ mature/ old their children are getting? We went to pick peaches on a friends farm on his birthday. That was fun. Oh yes, and yesterday I made some jelly from some of those peaches! My first time to make jam/jelly/preserves.(I'm not really sure what the difference in those are :) I will be canning the rest of them today.
On the tears side of it.
Stephen's hunting dog, Freckles, whom he has had longer than he's had me, died in puppybirth. My MIL is bottle feeding the two puppies that made it.
Then we found out that most of the last batch of puppies had worms, so we started giving them wormer. Including my BIL's 3 of them died. One of those three was Cedar. I cried. Alot. I am not normally one to cry when animals die. I miss them, and will be sad, I just don't cry. Cedar was exactly what Stephen and I wanted in a pup. He was friendly, but not obnoxious. He would stay with us rather than run off when we let him out of the yard with us. He learned very fast. And he was pretty. Poor Stephen though. I gave him the scare of a lifetime. I called him after I had quit crying to some degree, and told him that Cedar died. He said "What?" I repeated that Cedar had died and he told me he was sorry etc etc. When I finally quit my blubbering he said "You gave me the scare of a life time. You would not believe how bad I am shaking right now." I asked him why. He said "When you first called, I thought you said Kimber, not Cedar!" Poor Stephen. I still missed Cedar, but it made me thankful for our kids being healthy and fine! I hugged them and thanked God for the rest of the day! Stephen said it took him at least 30 minutes to quit shaking.
Later that day Ty and I were having a peach smoothie, and he said. "Cedar died Mama?" I told him yes, Cedar had died. He said, "We loved Cedar, and it's not funny." It's true.
When Stephen got home we were out burying Cedar. Tyrel watched as Stephen was filling in the hole. He asked me, "Is Daddy putting dirt on Cedar?" Yes Tyrel. "He doesn't love Cedar?" Stephen said it almost made HIM cry! and he is much less of a crier than me.
So anyways. I will see if I can get the camera and computer back on speaking terms soon. I still need to take Tyrel's 3 year old wearing Daddy's boots picture.