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I had no idea that some people didn't know the term, "snail-mail". But then my Aunt asked me "what in the world did I mean by that!" when I texted her the phrase one day;)

I kinda' think it's like bits of happiness packed up in a package, or letter, and handed to numerous mail-man after mail-man till it reaches your mail-box. Either the one sitting in your front yard or the little personal compartment box at the post office that you unlock with a nifty key:) And no, bills don't really apply.

Our grandmother faithfully checks the mail. Some days we do it for her, but normally, it's her special thing to walk down their driveway in the evening and open the box. One week, Cilicia sent one little package each and every day from our house to Abuela's. It was thrilling to watch how it brightened her face! She got so excited to check the mail every day. And for just a few moments, it took her mind off of her sadness, which overwhelms her at times.

I really do thank God for "snail-mail" and the first day it came to be:)

Pilot Number 2...

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Samuel couldn't wait to go to the Sun N' Fun. He was very excited about everything, but especially to watch the Blue Angels fly. As soon as we got in, he kept asking if we could find the museum so he could buy one of the miniature Blue Angel jets.
After pushing his dollar bills and change across the counter to the cashier, he politely said "no thank you" to the offer of a bag and skipped/ran outside clutching his purchase. The nearest trash can in our sights immediately became the new home of the plastic packaging covering his plane. He inspected it and found out he had bought the jet of Blue Angel # 2. 
After that, he was all eyes on, you guessed it, number two.

We bought icy cool lemonade and toured huge Air Force planes...and thought of our grandfather and his 20 years of service.

So grateful for a restful day spent together.

Samuel and his pilot. Pilot # 2.

"I will mention the lovingkindnesses of the LORD, and the praises of the LORD, according to all that the LORD hath bestowed on us..." Isaiah 63:7

Tell me you love me before you forget...

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My Grandfather, who will turn 82 this month, was diagnosed with Alzheimer's disease 3 weeks ago.

Only 3 short weeks. And yet, they have been some of the longest and most difficult our family has faced together.

It is a hard thing to process. To digest. I think we all realize now how difficult it was for us to fully understand what it was like having a loved one with Alzheimer's until we had walked in those shoes.

To watch your father/grandfather become a completely different person than the one you grew up knowing, is, some days, quite honestly, gut-wrenching.

Even though he was officially diagnosed just a short time ago, we had been seeing some irregular behavior and changes in him for quite some time. Since his diagnosis, he has become steadily worse very, very fast.

We have always made a promise to our grandparents that we would care for them and be there for them in their older years no matter what. The thought of being put in a Nursing Home broke them up completely. We assured them this would never happen.

We are now caring for our grandfather 24/7. With him and my grandmother all the time.

We don't know what each day will bring. We sometimes face a thing completely different than the previous morning or afternoon.
We don't always know how to outwardly express our feelings and thoughts about what is happening. Or even adequately write it out for you to understand, like I am trying to do right now. I don't know how to do that.

What we do know though, is that we want to take these precious minutes and hours and days and weeks we have together and hold them close to our hearts. We want to take more pictures and video. We want to send more letters through the mail to him just so we can open them and read them to him. We want to talk to him. Even when it's been a hard night or a difficult day. We want to tell him we love him over and over again. Always.
We want to really laugh, even when there might be lots of tears.

And one thing we DO know and will always know without ANY doubt is that God is in ALL of this. He really is. He is covering us with His love and grace. He is giving us the emotional and physical strength that we desperately need every day.

And He has also given us SO many opportunities to be the Light of JESUS to both our grandparents through this trial. This is a humbling thing, because without this debilitating disease that has slowly taken my Abuelo's memory and changed our lives, I don't believe we would have the same open door to their hearts.

We would really like to ask for your prayers.
That our "everyday's" would be full of Jesus Christ as we take this journey and walk this road.


"Hear my cry, O God; attend unto my prayer.From the end of the earth will I cry unto thee, when my heart is overwhelmed: lead me to the rock that is higher than I.For thou hast been a shelter for me..." 
{Psalm 61:1-3}

Coffee Date....

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The littles and I just found out about the cutest Starbucks mini cups. After sharing a Tall coffee all the time, the boys were more than thrilled to each have their own! I think they are the cutest things. The cups, and the boys;) 

Sometimes the smallest things can make you happy:)

It's about that time of year again...

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We call it "Allergy Season".
There are a few of us who get them pretty badly.
Our little man Samuel didn't last long outside while raking leaves this week. The wind was blowing all kinds of everything around;)
Poor guy came in, took a Benadryl (which makes him very sleepy) and set himself up in the rocker. Just like this. Work boots and all. Wrapped in Abuela's afghan.

Somedays it's the small things...

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Have you ever craved a candle? To light one and let it's scent fill your room and make it cozy? That happened to me. But I didn't have any candles!
Thankfully, it wasn't like that for too long though;) 

Don't forget to take joy in the small things today...

The glowing sunset.
A brisk beautiful breeze.
Hot coffee on a cold day.
Tennis balls and a racket.
A warm cozy sweater.
A small Yankee Candle.

Alike. But different...

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This picture. 

I love how Mama's face is full of loving laughter. 
How Abuelo's eyes twinkle softly and his mouth quirks up in the faintest smile, even when he seems a tad serious. 
Mama's hand grasping my grandfathers arm. 
Abuelo's Air Force jacket and hat, worn with quiet pride; making us so proud too.
Father and Daughter. 
So much alike, but yet so different.

This picture is beautiful to me.

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