Saturday, December 29, 2012

Happy Birthday Jake!

1 year old!
 
Wow, 14 already!  No, can't be ... you were just 10, 7, 3 ... born.  Where does the time go? 

You came into this world on December 29, 1998 at 10:18 am weighing 9 lbs. 6 oz, and 20 1/2 inches long.  You were almost 4 weeks early, but you were more than ready to be born!  You came out screaming!  I was so happy to finally see your sweet face and hold you!  We had a rough time the 8 months before you entered this world!  You were perfect!  Our family was now complete! 

Your Dad and I are so proud of you!  You are smart, funny, compassionate, and a million other things!

I hope this birthday will bring another year of great things in your life!  We love you more than anything!

1 year old, loved being outside!
 
Ballpark Baby!
 
Jacob Walker Rhone
12~29~98

Tuesday, December 25, 2012

Merry Christmas!

From my family to yours, we hope you have a very Blessed Christmas and a New Year full of peace, love, and hope!


Brian, Jodi, Tyler & Jake Rhone
2012

Thursday, December 20, 2012

"It's my birthday, I'll cry if I want too!"

I just had a birthday.  I just turned 46, where and when did 47 decide to make such an unwanted appearance?  Guess I'll just have to embrace this one like the previous 10 or so that were unwelcome, but inevitable.

2nd grade, 7 years old.  Check out that groovy dress!


Birthday's are so much fun when we're children, teens, young adults, then they become just another day, a day we realize we're getting older.  I wish I had my wisdom and experience at 30 that I have now, but what fun would that have been!?!  I wish I had my young body, unwrinkled face, and energy now that I had when I was 30, but again, what fun would that be?  I get to use the excuse, "because I'm old, and you're not" now! 

I hated my birthday growing up.  This isn't news to those who know me well.  I hated having to share my special day with Christmas.  I hated having a cake (if I had one) that had Christmas stuff on it.  I hated hearing "Oh, your birthday gift is in with your Christmas gift", as if MY birthday wasn't special all on it's on.  Now, it doesn't matter so much.  I actually enjoy having my birthday during a time when most are happy and "in" the spirit of Christmas.



So, this year, I'll embrace another birthday, Thank God for another year and pray for another filled with blessings!

Hello 47!

Friday, December 14, 2012

My Christmas Wish

This Christmas I wish

~ for everyone who is sick to feel comfort and no pain
~ for everyone who is hurting to feel a warm embrace
~ for everyone who is alone to know they are loved
~ for everyone who is hungry to feel satisfied
~ for everyone who is cold to feel warmth
~ for everyone who is searching to feel content
~ for everyone who is lost to feel found
~ for everyone who is angry to feel peace
~ for everyone who is fortunate to help those who are not
~ for everyone who knows God's love to share it with those who don't.

~ for every creature, large and small, to know and experience the true love, hope and peace that Christmas brings.



Merry Christmas!
Love to all.

Wednesday, December 12, 2012

Merry Christmas from Heaven

Merry Christmas from Heaven, this is what my Mother would say, and I think she has!  We miss you Mom, wish you were here with us, but I know you are celebrating Christmas with Christ himself!

I love & Miss you Mom, always.

Monday, December 10, 2012

Shingles belong on the roof!

Shingles?  Yes, from the dormant chicken pox virus.  Usually older people get them...I'm about to be 47.  The doctor said they are seeing people who are younger and younger breaking out with the Shingles.  Physical stress and mental/emotional stress can cause an outbreak.  Stress, NO, no stress here.  Worrying about a breast biopsy and the outcome and the death of my precious Mocha was very stressful. 

I was hurting underneath the same breast that I had the biopsy on, so I thought perhaps it was scar tissue forming.  Then, my back (on the same side) started hurting, I assumed I had pulled a muscle, except this didn't feel like any pulled muscle I had ever had before.  Then, the blisters come.  I knew it was the Shingles before officially diagnosed.  I came home from the doctor with a bag full of meds.  So far, I don't think any of them are working.  New blisters have appeared, the pain is unbearable at times.  The best way I can explain it is burning, tingling, and sore to the touch on the outside, and a deep tugging, sharp pain deep in the inside.  This pain is underneath my breast and wraps around under my arm and into my back.  Although I have no blisters on my back, that is where the inside pain is the worst.  I can only sleep for a few hours at a time, most of the time.  I have had two nights of 8 hours of sleep, probably because I am so utterly exhausted. 

This is not me, but this is what they look like.  (I didn't think anyone wanted to see a picture of the underneath side of my breast!)  I am on an anti-viral medicine, so my blisters aren't as severe, but hurt nontheless.



If you are over 50, please go get a Shingles vaccination.  Your doctor or pharmacy can give it to you.  (They will only vaccinate if you're over 50.)  I do not wish this pain on anyone.

I am so thankful we decorated the yard and house before I became ill.  Also, really glad I had completed most of my shopping.  I am also thankful for Steph who did my grocery shopping and cooked enough food to feed my family this week. 

This too shall pass.  I just hope it decides to pass quickly!

I only want to have to deal with Shingles on the roof of my house!  (Just not from a hurricane!)

Saturday, December 1, 2012

I am still here ...

Dear Mom,

I stood by your bed last night; I came to have a peep.
I could see that you were crying, you found it hard to sleep.
I whined to you softly as you brushed away a tear,
"It's me, I haven't left you, I'm well, I'm fine, I'm here."


I was close to you at dawn, I watched you pour your coffee.
You were thinking of the many times, your hands reached down to pet me.


I was with you on the patio today, where you and I often sat.
I want to reassure you, that I'm still lying there.


I waited at the door for you, as you fumbled for your key.
I gently put my paw on you; I smiled and said "it's me."


You looked so very tired, and sank into your chair.
I tried so hard to let you know, that I was standing there.


It's possible for me to be so near you every day.
To say to you with certainty, "I never went away."


You sat there very quietly, then smiled, I think you knew,
in the stillness of that moment, I was very close to you.


The day is over... I smile and watch you yawn and say"good-night, I love you, I'll see you in the morning."

And when the time is right for you to cross the brief divide,
I'll rush across to greet you and we'll stand, side by side.


I have so many things to show you, there is so much for you to see.
Be patient, live yo
ur journey out ... then come home to be with me.  I will love you forever.

 
Mocha, your forever faithful dog.

(Thank you Brian, for sending me this letter, I know Mocha helped you make this letter her own.)