A SIMPLE BUTTERFLY THAT HELD A GIFT TAG...

The two older grand girls came sleep last night.

Baby J was at school, still rather sleep home than anywhere else.

The two big J's came early and just left a few hours ago to

go Bass Pro with their Dad.

As I straighten up from their visit I am remembering

a story Bean told me yesterday.

Each year I buy them a Christmas book to be read

on Christmas Eve. i brought it to their home a few

days before so they would have it for Christmas Eve.

Yesterday I think Jbean wanted to talk about the book

but no, she wanted to talk about the glittery butterfly

that held the gift tag.

"Mumsie, you know that green glitter butterfly that

was on the book?"

I had not remembered but I did when she brought 

it up. 

"My Mommy wanted to throw it away because my

Daddy doesn't like glitter so much, but

I wanted it because it reminds me of you"

I asked what she did,

"I took it and put it in my room

and every day when I miss you, I take it out,

and you know, when I smell it, It smells like

Mumsie and the cottage"

BE STILL MY HEART

So, no, it's not the expensive toys, the books,

but simply the glittery butterfly that added the 

best story to my blog,

what a way to end the year.

Happy New Year to All!

SNOW DAY!!!

There are many days, many that I miss

getting up, dressing in my nursing scrubs and

joining my fellow medical pals for a day of

hard earned work. To come home at the end of the day,

bone tired, back aching but knowing you did a good thing,

you helped a lot of people by getting out there and working,

you helped lots of children in your 8 hours of work.

You would think, being an early retiree, I wouldn't miss it,

but I do.

Then there are these days, days like today,

when you get the first call at 330am from the gypsy baby

saying its snowing. My first thought is,

"Something happened" 

NO, just that it's snowing. I am thinking three flakes 

and tell her I'm too warm to get up and then go back to sleep.

Two hours later the boo is calling....

Now if the Boo is calling at 530am, something is worth waking for.

I go into my front window and OMG

WHITE EVERY WHERE!

I excitedly bundle up, trying to find

snow gear in south Lousiana is a "needle in a haystack"

adventure... But I get it done

(thanks Randy for having me buy wet boots)

and I am like a kid in a toy store!!!!

My neighbors begin to awaken, iPhones in hand,

all doing what I am, capturing the moment.

I call Kd for the girls to awake as I know they have never

seen snow like this before.

Now I am in my living room, shades pulled back with

the view of snow coming down hard once again,

coffee in hand, fireplace lit.

No Tv needed, the entertainment is outside my front window.

Then I think of all my dear ones, 

the Bestie going to work at the bank,

the other at Ochsner with her hubby for md appt.

The Boo who has to sometimes work outside in 

blustery weather such as this,

And I am thankful this morning.

Thankful that I am able to stay warm and bundled here 

on my sofa watching the snow come down hard now,

 Oliver asleep beside me.

Because of early retirement I am able to savor this 

very beautiful snow day in my warmed PJ's 

with no where more important to be but right here, right now.

I will remember this day for a long time coming...

"THE DAY IT SNOWED IN SOUTH LOUISIANA"

HER NAME IS MARIAH..... MARIAH

WORD OF WARNING, THIS WILL NOT BEA NICE, SWEET BLOG BUT ONE THAT I WANT TO WRITE FOR THIS SWEET CHILD.

Horrifying New Details About The Sexual Abuse 3-Year-Old Mariah Woods Allegedly Suffered By Her Mom's Boyfriend Prior To Her Murder

 Sarah Gangraw,YourTango 6 hours ago 

 
 
 
 
 

Mariah was reported missing by her mother around 6 a.m. on November 27. She and her live-in boyfriend Kimrey told law enforcement that Kimrey checked on Mariah at 11 p.m. the night before and when Hunter woke up, she was gone.

Yesterday was Mumsie day....

I picked up the two older grand girls off

the bus, raining, I went to the bus with

my umbrella. It was cold, I made sure

their little heads were covered as I 

strapped them safely in their booster

seats and locked them in.

We then took the small drive to baby

grand girl"s day care, we all got down to get her

and bundled them all up once again then

strapped all three in the car.

When we got to the cottage, each little one

had their slippers that had been warmed by

the fireplace for them, they happily removed

their shoes and socks that had been on their

feet all day to get a rub from Mumsie and nice

toasty slippers. We proceeded to homework

and play. Colored, talked, all in the space of 

just a few hours. Later, their daddy texted

if I had "bae" JoJo's blankie that she does

nothing without. Her Daddy came all the way from their

home to get Bae to ensure that his little girl

would sleep comfortably all night with

her "best friend" in her bed.

I say all this because none of this should be abnormal.

This is how little girls should be treated by those

who love them. 

Then I see these most beautiful pictures of 

the sweetest little girl, only to find out she is no

longer of this world. All because her Mother decided

to let some "boyfriend" into this Angel's world,

watched her and her 10 year old brother be abused

by this drug addicted man's hands and 

she still chose him over them.

The biological Dad was fighting to take this 

baby from her as she for sure did not deserve either

when she chose a man over her babies.

I see those pictures, of a beautiful, sweet little girl,

doing the same things my grand girls do.

Dress up like princesses, feed their baby dolls.

I cringe, a picture does not always tell a thousand words.

This poor baby is gone from this world and sadly,

she probably is glad her hell is over.

The innocence of my grand girls is seen throughout

our visit yesterday. They chose to play with their

dollhouse at Mumsies', to color. I am proud

of their parents who keep them young for 

as long as they can. 

I sum this all up with Death is too good for 

a man who can harm a sweet three year old child

like this beautiful girl and her brother.

To sexually abuse a baby such as this is just

hard for me to absorb. The most harmful thing

is that this Mother, in all her issues, chose to keep a man

around who could hurt her babies.

That their Daddy had to fight the court system to 

try and get his babies away from this.

I think of my bb who drove in the cold rainy night

to pick up Bae so his little girl could sleep in 

the innocence  of her bed with no one bothering 

her sleep. I also know that if either of these three

grand girls awake in the night for any reason,

they will go to their parents bedroom and be 

welcomed in for the comfort those parents can give them.

AND THAT SHOULD BE THE  NORMAL.

God rest this beautiful little princess.

May the man who chose a three year old for

his fantasies rather than an adult woman,

I pray his addiction was so bad that in prison

he is withdrawing with the worst pain imaginable

and that no one gives him any type of comfort.

I pray that this Mother never be allowed to have 

more children and that somehow her ten year

old son can find some peace knowing that his hell is over.

That this Christmas, without his little sister with him,

he can gain some innocent fun when he walks

down to the tree on Christmas morning.

By biggest prayer, is that this sweet, innocent little

girl has found some real love in the presence of

Our Father, God or whatever it is out there after

this life, that all that was done to her,

those memories did not follow her in the next world.

I apologize for such a cold blog so close to this

Christmas, but this little girl... well she deserves so

much more than just a silly blog post.

For my three grand girls, I thank God that their

parents love them so much that they will do all

necessary to keep them happy and innocent for as

long as the world will allow.

And this Mumsie, yes, she will continue to

overcompensate their warmed slippers by the fireplace,

the snacks that await them,

I will sit on the floor and pretend I am a barbie-

voice and all, I will make them "Angel Quesadilla's,

fry them Pepporoni chips, I will light up the 

cottage with four Christmas trees and I will let

them play with all those things that they choose to,

 and I will pray that their little lives

are always, always the main thing on their parents 

hearts, that they continue to do everything possible 

to keep them happy and protected from the crazy 

people in this world.

That only this Christmas season but every day of

their lives they feel protected, with no worries.

That all those who love them, keep those three 

little girls free from the harm of the Monsters that

not lurk under their beds but in the World that surrounds them.

I hope this blog stays in your mind and heart

for some time, not to make any of us sad but

for the very short life of a sweet, innocent little girl,

MARIAH MARIAH MARIAH

TAKING THE TIME TO JUST BE

If you know anything about me, you know 

my mind is always full of thoughts and questions,

R calls it squirrels as sometimes they throw me completely off

the task at hand, yet it is who I am. 

So this blog will be full of "squirrels"

Yesterday before picking up Jemma-Jemma at daycare

to go get her Daddy at airport I took a little time to read

in my FLOW magazine. (highly recommended)

It is a magazine full of deep thoughts and paper lover dreams.

The particular article I was reading was speaking of how

we are just too busy in this world. We just don't take the time

to just be, to do nothing but maybe read a book, journal without

the guilt of not be doing something 24/7.

Then this Morning the bestie, Laurie says that our daily

devotional that us three bestie all have, thanks to Laurie

is a good one. Ironically it is based lots on the one I read yesterday.

"...LIFE IS BUSY, THERE IS ALWAYS EXCUSES

NOT TO SPEND TIME...."

Yes, it is a good reading. I decide today, it will be the way

I begin each day from now on, reading the same devotional

the besties are reading. 

I think of how when we are young, we just can't wait to grow

up, grow out of our parents home,

But never is life more content, more peaceful than when

you are a child and you have no worries.

No bills to pay, no worries as to where the food will come from,

you just know the table will have it there.

No worries about how the lights work, how the home stays warm.

I remember one specific day, and I am not sure why this

one always comes to memory. 

I am about 14 and at my sister Rosie's home.

I am laying down in the grass by my brother in laws boat.

I am watching a lady bug do it lady bug thing.

I am at peace, have no hurry to move,

I watch the clouds, I think of where my life may be going,

I don't know how long I stayed there but I often think

that I wish I could appreciate those days again.

It will be my 2018 resolution, to spend a little more time

just being. Not rushing to get "it all done in record time"

I am fortunate. I am retired, have a comfortable cottage I call my own.

Money, although not rich, I have what I need.

I want to look at my crafting hours as not time playing but

time of importance. I want to have the peace of a child,

where the worries of life are just not something I even 

know I need to worry about.

I am sure I will falter but it will be my goal for 2018,

to just be.

Thanks Bestie, for the reminder of

"a good reading this morning"