A mother longs to sleep

 Dreams of an angel while he sleeps.  The images that cross the

caverns of his mind must be filled with delights of lights and love and memories of heaven where he came from. His mother wonders why he can sleep through an atomic bomb during the day but a cricket's chrip will awake him at night? How is that possible she asks me? Laugh I do at the memory of thinking the very same thing about her when she would sleep all day in blissful peace and keep me awake when darkness came.

This love of an angel ... so sweet in his dreams ...  Boodles grandma loves you

~~ Love bye

The feeling of young love

Everyone says that when you are young that you really don't understand the true meaning of what love really is.  Why is that so?  Who makes the rules on that one?  I know those who are grown adults who haven't the slightest inkling of what true love is let alone love period.  So who is to say that when my daughter tells me she is "in love" that she really isn't.  I am not going to tell her that she is too young to know what she is feeling or that it may pass in a few months.  That wonderful feeling that you are loved unconditionally by someone and the thought of that person makes your heart feel as tho it could reach the highest peak of Mt. Everest!

Nay I say to the unbelievers that young love is not real...not joyous...not euphoric.

My daughter knows her heart. Oh yes, she knows who she is, even if sometimes she gets caught up in the trappings of outside influences that momentarily cause her to be untrue to her soul .  Mistakes, she's most certainly going to make them ... Why she most certainly will.  For who of us have not?  I am 50 and I make them still.  Who of us have not when it comes to the matters of the heart.  Will her heart be broken into a thousand million pieces?  Realistically it will and that is when I will take her in my arms and hold her while she cries and try to mend her broken heart.  I pray that this will never happen but I cannot stop what is nature.  Will she be lucky in love... I am not sure.. but in this moment of time she is..they are...look into their eyes and see them...I will not rob her of what ever happiness she finds, because some of the time ..but not always...young love lasts forever....and her smile and joy at this moment makes her mother happy... because her smile is more brilliant than the aurora borealis... So be joyful my sweet angel with your young love and know that life is as glorious as you feel right now..capture these memories in your heart..these moments that you will treasure forever because there really is nothing like ~~ your first true love~~~~

love bye~~~

Everett Comes To See Us

What joys and blessings are family has had this year!!
Another beautiful baby has come to live and brighten our world!
Everett James Beazer the son of my daughter Katherine and son in law Shelby.
The day began with excitement on the Monday.  I was in Preston visiting with TJ, Lindsay and our Kirtlynn
for the weekend.  The morning was crisp and cold like fall was rapidly approaching.
The clouds low and misty, hovering over the mountains like a pristine highland morning.
The mountain caps dusted with the first snow of the year.  Yes it was August, but this was Everett's arrival day and he was letting the world know that he would be the ruler of these mountains!
As I drove through Sardine canyon from Logan to Ogden the smell of the storm filled my breath.

So began the wait... the pain....my beautiful daughter so strong so brave...so amazing...she was truly a much

stronger woman than I would ever be.  I was so proud to watch her conquer the contractions that were

strong and quick and so hard with totally control. She braved through until she could no longer.

After hours of not much progression the decsion was made to deliver Everett by c-section.

Within minutes our beautiful baby boy was here with a strong set of lungs!

What a beautiful picture...a snow globe moment for us all!

Everyone was safe and well and happy beyond measure.

This is my angel... my daughter..my joy...a girl who once curled in my lap snuggled deep in my arms, now a mother of her own with her angel snuggled deep in her arms.  Life is a measure of circles..a circle of love...

Welcome Everett James.. you are grandmas Boodle... I love you more than you will ever know .. I am always here for you---unconditionally---

~love bye