After Angel Daughter Number Two's graduation, we went out to dinner. The day turned out a little differently than we had planned because of my Dad's illness. It would have been unsafe and unwise for him to drive two and a half hours each way to attend AD 2's graduation, and so, because God granted me a very empathetic and compassionate spirit, I decided to extend an invitation to my Mother's side of the family.(Let's just say they caused me unnecessary pain and grief for months after my brother's death. Easy target, I suppose.) The proverbial olive branch needed to be extended and was received with great enthusiasm by everyone except for my beloved brother's wife. She has dug her way into so many sick and delusional lies that she must now hold strong to them in order to save face. Not a good way to live life, especially while trying to raise two young daughters without the benefit of their father. My brother, God rest his soul, would be absolutely infuriated by her behavior, as is the rest of my family. Unfortunately, she has convinced everyone that she should be feared. She holds my two nieces as the ultimate trump card. I have already lost them and my only brother. She cannot take anything else away from me. And so, I am trying in whatever ways I can, to find a way back into my dear niece's lives. I do not, nor will I ever fear evil. I will not give up on my two other angels. They need me as much as I need them. This post was not supposed to be about the things which have been lost, so I will end this train of thought only to say that life does not always turn out the way that we expected it to. Sometimes we have to fight for the way that things should be.Dinner turned out to be a very happy and celebratory event. It felt really good to be with my step-brother and his wife. As the girls made their ways home and to other events, we lingered over dessert and talked about future gatherings. I am very grateful to still have a step-brother even though we were not raised together as children. We were brought together by my mother and her husband about twenty-five years ago. We are family.
As with the way that things go with three teenage girls living at home, our doorbell rang at two am. Everyone was asleep except for Angel Daughter Number Three and her Angel Friends. When they heard the doorbell ring, they screamed(if you haven't heard teenage girls scream, lately, you are very, very lucky) and came tearing up the stairs. I met them before they woke my husband and told them to calm down. Of course they wanted me to investigate, and as soon as I turned on the porch light and looked outside, I was the first to observe the newest addition to our landscaping. As the four little faces peaked out the door behind me and saw what had happened they all started laughing hysterically. It was then that they took off up the slope because they spotted the perpetrators. As I stood by myself in the middle of the street wearing nothing but my PJ's, feeling semi-comatose and bleary-eyed, I decided to run inside to get my camera. When the angels came back, they told me that they caught several of Angel Daughter Number Four's little guy friends running away. I snapped a couple of pictures because I was mostly unconscious, and told them to go back to bed. And NOT to wake AD4, who would have been up for the rest of the night planning her revenge. Teenagers...and hormones...I will survive, I will survive...
Nice job, huh?
The next day, we headed down to our beach house for a graduation get-together. Notice the Batman pinata which was the hit of the party! Of course my husband chose the Batman theme because he just knew that AD2 would love it. AD1 broke it open with her brute-like strength and the kids went in for the bounty!
Teenagers and sugar. Twice as sweet:)
Here's AD1 receiving an adorable snuggle from her boyfriend, The Cheesemiester. I love it when she looks like this. Total, natural bliss.
Finally, we said good-bye to Grandma Dot. She is Mark's mom who lives in New Jersey. We flew her in so that she could celebrate the day with us. It's nice knowing that we will see her again in a year when AD1 graduates from college. Her visits are too far and few between! We miss you, Grandma Dot.
As with the way that things go with three teenage girls living at home, our doorbell rang at two am. Everyone was asleep except for Angel Daughter Number Three and her Angel Friends. When they heard the doorbell ring, they screamed(if you haven't heard teenage girls scream, lately, you are very, very lucky) and came tearing up the stairs. I met them before they woke my husband and told them to calm down. Of course they wanted me to investigate, and as soon as I turned on the porch light and looked outside, I was the first to observe the newest addition to our landscaping. As the four little faces peaked out the door behind me and saw what had happened they all started laughing hysterically. It was then that they took off up the slope because they spotted the perpetrators. As I stood by myself in the middle of the street wearing nothing but my PJ's, feeling semi-comatose and bleary-eyed, I decided to run inside to get my camera. When the angels came back, they told me that they caught several of Angel Daughter Number Four's little guy friends running away. I snapped a couple of pictures because I was mostly unconscious, and told them to go back to bed. And NOT to wake AD4, who would have been up for the rest of the night planning her revenge. Teenagers...and hormones...I will survive, I will survive...
Nice job, huh?
The next day, we headed down to our beach house for a graduation get-together. Notice the Batman pinata which was the hit of the party! Of course my husband chose the Batman theme because he just knew that AD2 would love it. AD1 broke it open with her brute-like strength and the kids went in for the bounty!
Teenagers and sugar. Twice as sweet:)
Here's AD1 receiving an adorable snuggle from her boyfriend, The Cheesemiester. I love it when she looks like this. Total, natural bliss.
Finally, we said good-bye to Grandma Dot. She is Mark's mom who lives in New Jersey. We flew her in so that she could celebrate the day with us. It's nice knowing that we will see her again in a year when AD1 graduates from college. Her visits are too far and few between! We miss you, Grandma Dot.And so as life slows down a bit, and my birthday approaches next week, I will be doing some more reflecting about life, love, and purpose.
On this Fourth of July, as we celebrate our independence as a nation, I wish for you a sky that is filled with the brilliant colors of fireworks. May you find your corner of the beach blanket and know, as you gaze up into the sky, that you are not alone in this great, big, crazy world. Never, ever alone...even when you are.
Love,
Debbie
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