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Our Story: soccerguy & deb77 (a long read) - 10/23/2007 12:53:37 PM
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deb77
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I copied this except from my webblog to share with my old CC friends. I hope this story touches your heart to remember, life is not about you, but you do play an important part.
The Story begins…
…with son #16 before he was born in 2004. While in his mother’s womb, his mother found out she had cancer. It was stage four, and with confirmation that it was terminal a month later, she and his dad, soccerguy, determined to do whatever it took to give birth to a healthy baby boy, by this time already named after one of the church pastors.
He and his wife loved each other deeply. I know, for I have found their love notes in many of the boxes we recently moved from their home to the new one he now shares with me. In fact, it was his love for her that drew me to him. A man that could love a woman that much… that’s the kind of man I wanted to be loved by (I was fresh out of a divorce that took over two years to end).
Anyway, I digress… January 04, they were happily expecting their eleventh child. She was a nurse who delivered babies. Women would look at her large belly while they would be suffering labor and ask her how many times she had been through it. She would smile and answer “Ten times!” The shock they would portray just made her laugh and continue her nursing care with her natural deep empathy. No one could ask for a more qualified nurse!
Life was good until they heard the news later that January. She had been suffering abdominal pain, but figured it was the pregnancy. In February, any hope that remained that the cancer wasn’t terminal was replaced with resignation. Their son must live! The baby must get past the 32 weeks! She began a special diet and caring for herself like she had never done before; all for the sake of that baby.
In March, together they determined to spend all of their retirement savings on a family vacation that they would never forget. Why save it for when she was gone? He was willing to blow it all on a week of love and laughter and fun at Disney for the children to have fond memories imbedded in their minds of their mother. The, then, ten children at home would have a week to spend with their mom and dad together for one last time.
Within 24 hours of determining to do this, a phone call came from her dearest friend. A cancer organization, Crossing the Finish Line, heard about her and the family and together with her friends, had arranged for her family to fly to Disney in FL for a family vacation!! God gave them their hearts desire while preserving their future savings for Dad and the children. Her entire family joined them there and all had a wonderful time.
Meanwhile, while they were gone, their church, friends, co-workers and neighbors all gathered together at their home to de-clutter and spruce up the place with new paint, carpeting, etc. When the family returned, one of Philadelphia’s main three network TV stations filmed the arrival at the airport, telling of her fight with cancer as a human-interest story. Cards came in from strangers. Prayers were prayed for this special mom to survive. Money was sent to help defray the costs they were incurring steadily. Hope abounded!
By April, her liver was not functioning well and it was decided to birth her baby at 28 weeks by C-section. Loss of blood was a concern, though. At birth, weighing 2 lbs 10 oz., her eleventh child was sent to Children’s Hospital of Philadelphia for immediate care, stat. She wouldn’t get to hold him for days. It was understood that she didn’t have much longer, so she chose to spend her last days at home with the family.
Over a meal one day, She told Soccerguy that she knew it was going to be hard for him once she was gone, so she wanted him to feel free to remarry some day if he found a good woman. Her only request was that he "find a good one!" and that her children would join her in heaven. He told me later, "How like her! Even in her suffering, she was thinking of others. She was concerned about me and that I would be taken care of. She is the most selfless woman I've known” The bar was set very high for anyone who might want to follow this virtuous wife.
Meanwhile, he would travel 1.5 hours down to CHOP and another 1.5 hours back home again several times a week, taking a different child with him now and again to see their new baby brother. (One of his daughters noticed all the nurses and has since decided to become a NICU nurse.) He drove there so often that he knows the way in his sleep and often came back home in the wee hours of the night, nodding off as he drove, with the hand of God his only protection. He would never quit hoping that the baby would make it, even when he knew "little white boys usually don't." He’d stop in at work now and then, and even began posting prayer requests at various Christian websites, including the one I posted at daily, Christianity.com.
He took mom to visit her baby and she was allowed to hold him when he grew a little bigger. On the drive home, in tears, she voiced that he would never know her. Dad promised that their son would know her well and love her dearly. He would come to know her through stories told to him by his father. He also reminded her that relatives would share stories of her life with him and the other children and he would "see" her through the lives of the other ten siblings themselves. She took comfort in that.
Then, on the 18th day of May, she died peacefully in her sleep. I’ve since read reports the older girls have written for school assignments. Many of them focus on that period in their lives and how it has changed them. They all suffered a great loss: ten children who dearly loved their mother; one who only knew her touch one time; and a husband who knew heaven on earth during their union. When he purchased the burial ground, he purchased four plots. He didn’t want to face this decision again for a very long time. One was for his beloved wife, one for him beside her (oh how he wanted to join her!), one for their son (who wasn’t doing so well), and one for their 6 yo son.
Let me digress just a bit here. Back in 1998, God surprised the family with a special child. His mom was told he would have Down’s syndrome. Oh, how her heart ached for the child. They couldn’t understand. But Dad challenged them both with the fact that God had always been good to them. If they could only trust Him in the good times, what kind of faith did they have? They immediately changed their outlook to trust God for this special little one and their lives were so enriched as a result of his presence (and so is mine). Dad knew his son would always live at home, so he remembered that at the time he buried Gale. His beloved son would be near them both in death as well.
Back to the main story... the two older girls immediately took charge of the house and needs of their siblings while aunts, friends, neighbors and their grandmother continued to help with the youngest children, the chores, and all the tasks related to such a large family. The church had been bringing the family dinner every night in honor of her contribution to so many new mothers or anyone in need (she always took dinner to the needy) and they continued to do so throughout the entire summer. Soccerguy continued to live (and sleep) on the road between home and hospital.
He had given up working at his job as a civil engineer weeks ago. He didn’t care if he lost his job; he wasn’t about to loose his baby if he could make a difference to be there to hold him, help him make it through. When he did stop in at his desk, he’d sit there, still in shock, unable to work. Instead he’d peruse the websites and found one he cynically decided to trump: “No Hope For Older Singles.” As far as he was concerned, message boards had a bunch of whiners posting and these seemed to be no exception. So he did trump them all, telling his story in brief. In response, many single women were drawn to give him a virtual hug, including me. That online hug was our first meeting.
He went through his days in a stupor and found little meaning in anything. One of my messages to him assured him that there was hope for him. He would someday find happiness again because I could see in him qualities that were rare in a man, that any good woman would desire. He answered my message and thus began an online friendship. He found a bit of laughter on those boards, and enjoyed posting back and forth with me and a few other post-a-holics. We were all hurting and trying to make it through our darkness with virtual companionship.
We found so much in common we ended up emailing each other and after a chat or two, and his offering of a phone number, I decided to give him a call. He was on his way to CHOP that evening and we talked for the entire drive there and then some! We were both surprised by how much we had in common, later discovering we both favored the poem “If” by Rudyard Kipling. More phone calls followed. One Sunday evening, he tried going to church, but couldn’t take it and came home, cried his eyes out over the phone with me listening. It was too different without her, and he couldn’t take this change too.
Shortly after, I returned from a weekend trip to find a gift on my doorstep for my birthday from him. That may have been the first package anyone had ever sent to me specifically. I was endeared to him and thanked him. Later that month, I was searching intensely for work and he challenged me to check out Philadelphia. Why, I asked, I didn’t know anyone there! He playfully said that I most certainly did… him! I had a little money to spend on a short vacation before school began in KY, so I took him up on his offer to visit them only if his older daughters agreed. He assured me they did.
I enjoyed a wonderful week getting to know him and the ten kids at home. We visited his, by this time, 7 lb baby at CHOP and I held the 3 month old in my arms, with tubes in and out of his body, and helped him learn to drink from a bottle. Watching his dad’s tenderness as the baby was put back in the bassinet, dad stroking his head to maintain physical contact as long as possible, just warmed my heart. It was soo hard to leave several hours later. My heart was becoming theirs almost completely by this point.
During my visit, Soccerguy laughed again and cried some more. We enjoyed each other’s company while we took the kids up and down the boardwalk at the Jersey shore. Back at home, after they all went to bed, we took neighborhood walks and he would talk of his beloved late wife and their life together. But I had to go home; my kids had to go to school.
A week later, he called me in KY and proposed I come take care of his kids meeting both of our needs: his for childcare; mine for day work so I could be home after school. I agreed if God would provide housing. This relationship was too powerful to ignore. Sure enough, housing was available, so I returned to PA to sign papers and was there when his baby was moved from CHOP to an interim care facility only 20 minutes from his home. The TV crew that had filmed the family trip back in March and had broadcast it on the evening news returned to film the baby’s move by ambulance to the facility, not more than twenty minutes away.
I had moved to PA driving the largest U Haul van I could find while pulling my minivan on the trailer behind it across the Appalachian Mountains. During the climb upwards at 35 mph, being passed by semi’s I normally pass in my minivan, I began to wonder if I was going to make it—no—I had to make it! With my three little one in the cab with me, over eighteen hours later, I pulled into his driveway and determined to never move again! (I have since moved twice, but now I'm done!!)
During the 04-05 school year, healing was first and foremost in all our lives, as well as making it through each day. Getting laundry done and put away was my biggest challenge. I was used to many loads per day, but there were mountains of laundry!! Soon the holidays were upon us and Thanksgiving was just around the corner. After repainting the only room not done back in March, I knew the nursery had to be prepared for the baby's homecoming, so we decided together to paint the room to help his eyes.
Dad was born premature back in the sixties and has had to wear thick lenses as a result of the care that was given in those days. His baby was suffering a problem with his retinas and we weren’t sure if they would completely detach or mend again, so we wanted to stimulate his eyes with whatever design we could paint. We chose a gingham check in dark green, medium green and cream and placed it at the top 24 inches of the wall to draw his eye upwards. The lower wall was sponged with the same colors with cream being the surface color. I’d catch him staring at the wall many times, seeing a few surprise colors peeking through like the purple and blue and pink I had sponged underneath along with the two greens. His retinas did reattach before his release to come home. Thank God!
Anyway, the day of his arrival had come, just two days before his mother’s favorite holiday, Thanksgiving. She had commanded her children to always expect to come to her house for Thanksgiving when they were grown and married. It was appropriate that not one of her children would be away from the others for this particular holiday. Again, the TV and newspapers were all over the house and the facility that the 7-month-old baby would say goodbye to. On Thanksgiving Day, a TV crew showed up again and asked to film our meal. It was Dad’s thanksgiving prayer that was broadcast that evening on one of Philadelphia’s main channels along with bits by a couple of the kids and they showed the family gathered around the table. How God used the story to spread His Word and the idea of true thankfulness!
During our first year together, we discussed many issues about families, children and such, and by April Fools’ Day of 2005, he took the chance, and proposed, “one ole fool to another.” I laughed! How appropriate!! Yet, not only did I feel a deep love and affection for him and his children, but also I also had a sense of purpose about this union and happily said yes!! The both of us in our mid-forties, each with a big family (his twice the size of mine), it was crazy, but it made sense, too.
We were planning a family get together for our various kids to get to know each other better, in the Outer Banks of NC for the upcoming June. I have two older daughters married and they had only met Soccerguy and the children once. We all needed time to see how well we got on. It was decided to make it a wedding trip since all were in agreement and the younger children were very excited to have me become their stepmother. The older girls weren’t too sure about this, but agreed it was best. They would soon be off to college and my arrival made that still possible.
The wedding week was wonderful! We were married in the old chapel in Corolla and enjoyed the sights and the beach. During the wedding, we portrayed our blending by beginning the candle lighting ceremony with eleven small candles on his side of the table near his own candle; I had seven (one for five children and two son’s in law). Each child came up one at a time, in birth order, and moved their lit candle from their parents’ side to the center. By the end of this ceremony, the 18 candles were arranged in front of our unity candle. It was symbolic of what had begun from the beginning. We were just beginning to become one, a long process that can take blended families probably as many as seven years. We had vowed to continue to blend into one family, while respecting the individuals in it.
We had Soccerguy's late wife's parents there sitting in as his parents since his own had passed on years before (also from cancer—his father when he was six; his stepdad when he was twelve; and his mother when child #3 was due). They had grown close during that seventeen-year marriage. I dedicated one red rose in their daughter's memory, gave it to my groom's “mother”, and made a promise that the children would never forget their natural mother, her only daughter. She cried as she hugged me.
Once we returned home, I had the honor of parenting 14 of our children all summer long. Well, the eldest girls had had good parenting from their mother, so they were allowed some freedom, but the younger ones and I spent some fun time getting to know each other. My biggest challenge wasn’t the children having fun or getting to know me since I had cared for them all through the school year—it was getting everything done around the stuff I had moved in! Sewing for the wedding had made everything quite a wreck among the boxes I had moved in! We also had a high school graduation just before the wedding, so when we returned home, the house really needed work.
Now, how to get the kids to help! Their mom had many friends who came and they would send the kids outside to play while she and her friends would launder and clean up. I had no friends, yet, being a newcomer. The meals continued to come in and I met many wonderful people. Still, school would be starting and much had to be done: move me in and organize my stuff among all of theirs, get school clothes and supplies purchased; get rooms arranged, etc. It was a struggle for me, to say the least, jumping from caring for only three kids at the time to fourteen! I determined to use the same management skills and principles I had used before when I had all five at home and was home schooling (I had homeschooled for eleven years), but also knew they had to be implemented very differently for the larger number of persons in the home, now 16 counting two parents.
Slowly I worked, frustrated often, challenged to make a team of all of us. The kids all had a good foundation of respect for elders and obedience to parents, so my job wasn’t so hard as it could have been. Eventually, the chores were being managed well enough, we were enjoying the life we were given by God, and fashioning it to be the best we could. Christmas came and we had wounds that still needed healing, so we did all we could to hold on to his children’s traditions, working in as many of my children’s as we could. It wasn’t easy on their territory.
By January, I was talking to a realtor to get an idea of what was on the market; and to make this part of the story short, by May 06, we had moved into a new place of our own with five bedrooms we’ve converted to seven and 2.5 baths. But the best thing is the 2.5 acres and being surrounded by like homes and farms. I even have a place to garden!
I was really proud of the effort the kids made to get the house sold. 9 of the 11 children were born in that house and had never moved in their lives! The other two couldn’t remember moving to it. Yet they were willing to leave their life and memories there behind to begin anew. They chipped in to help raise the quoted price of that house by $45,000 by just de-cluttering everywhere and helping keep the house “show” ready as they went off to school each morning.
I’d spend an hour or so sprucing up the place, and be able to leave the house staged and ready to show. All the kids helped accomplish this feat, most of whom were under the age of 12. Now, don’t get me wrong, they aren’t perfect. Since we moved, they don’t care if it’s show ready or not! But, they do know how to get it clean when a friend is coming over! ;) I hope our story is a blessing to you! God uses all things for our good, doesn’t He?!
May God bless you and yours continually!!
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RE: Our Story: soccerguy & deb77 (a long read) - 10/23/2007 2:34:23 PM
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Thanks Deb for sharing such an incredible story of hope. You are far braver than I to tackle such a family and not go bald. I have enough with working full time, owning and runing a business with an 11 yo at home. My step-children are grown now with the youngest 18. It truly takes such a special person to step in as you have. It also takes a great deal of organization too.
I wish you all the absolute best in life. May all 18 of you and their families be blessed by your story
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RE: Our Story: soccerguy & deb77 (a long read) - 10/23/2007 2:37:23 PM
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WOW!!! This is an amazing story!!!! You should really submit it to a magazine or something!! God bless you both!
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RE: Our Story: soccerguy & deb77 (a long read) - 10/23/2007 3:06:32 PM
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Its just amazing to me what God can do? (though it shouldn't surprise) Awsome story, I even shed a tear or two.
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RE: Our Story: soccerguy & deb77 (a long read) - 10/23/2007 4:56:59 PM
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leah777
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Wow, Deb!!! What an amazing story of the grace of God! I am tenth in a family of 14, so I have just an inkling of an idea of how you feel with that laundry  . . if you have time (ha!) check out the first story of my thread that tells about what Mom did on laundry day . . . she too believed in having fun 
This was a wonderful story -- and yes, I think you should submit it! God bless each and every one of you!
BTW, it seems to me I remember chatting with a soccerguy in the chatroom a few times . . haven't been in there for a while, but I remember the name from somewhere.
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RE: Our Story: soccerguy & deb77 (a long read) - 10/23/2007 5:10:27 PM
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deb77
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you did chat with my hubby and I chatted too! it was back in the CC days before the merge in 05, I think.
Thanks for the encouragement!
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RE: Our Story: soccerguy & deb77 (a long read) - 10/23/2007 5:57:48 PM
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Hey Deb! I was just thinking about both of you yesterday!
Please give my regards to Ed.
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RE: Our Story: soccerguy & deb77 (a long read) - 10/23/2007 6:34:31 PM
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Hey Lisa!!!
How ya doin? Thought I'd get in touch with old friends while I'm writing out stories about the kids. I couldn't keep from checking out our old place of meeting, hehe
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RE: Our Story: soccerguy & deb77 (a long read) - 10/26/2007 12:25:09 PM
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Yeah - I remember all that. SG and I used to discuss stuff on the old CC and was really surprised when he said he propposed and you accepted.
I think one of the older daughters was on for a while too, if memory serves....
Anyway, welcome back!
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RE: Our Story: soccerguy & deb77 (a long read) - 11/29/2007 2:59:17 PM
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I keep wanting to upload a pic, but I have to reach 50 posts first! *grin* Remember when I posted day and night? Now, I'm lucky to come here twice a month!
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RE: Our Story: soccerguy & deb77 (a long read) - 11/29/2007 3:23:03 PM
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Hang in there, Deb . . you'll reach it! . . . and I don't think any of us will be surprised that it takes you a while . . . . . good to hear from you, tho!
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RE: Our Story: soccerguy & deb77 (a long read) - 11/29/2007 4:35:07 PM
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thank you, Leah, my friend!
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RE: Our Story: soccerguy & deb77 (a long read) - 11/29/2007 4:36:12 PM
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You're almost there! 2 more!!!
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When blood and water hit the ground.
Walls we couldn't move came crashing down.
We were free and made alive.
The day true love died. The day true love died.
Lisa is happy THE ROWDIES ARE BACK!
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RE: Our Story: soccerguy & deb77 (a long read) - 11/29/2007 4:40:45 PM
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deb77
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I have a great pic of all sixteen kids from a year ago. It also includes two of my three granddaughters (one was born recently, so she couldn't be in the pic!)
one more to go!
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RE: Our Story: soccerguy & deb77 (a long read) - 11/29/2007 4:53:04 PM
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I just saw them - that's awesome!!!!!!!!!
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When blood and water hit the ground.
Walls we couldn't move came crashing down.
We were free and made alive.
The day true love died. The day true love died.
Lisa is happy THE ROWDIES ARE BACK!
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RE: Our Story: soccerguy & deb77 (a long read) - 11/29/2007 5:55:09 PM
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leah777
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I couldn't see it! . . just the x-box thingy 
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RE: Our Story: soccerguy & deb77 (a long read) - 11/29/2007 6:14:39 PM
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Ok, I went to your blog and saw the pics -- Beautiful!! . . . the whole story is just so amazing! I'll have to bookmark the blog so I can keep up with you.
I think I mentioned before, I'm from a family of 14. I didn't think much about it growing up (I was the 10th), but as I had kids of my own (2), I very often wondered how DID Mom & Daddy do it!!??? . . . now, I am looking forward to hearing how's it's done -- from a mother's perspective
Praying for all of you, Deb . . .
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RE: Our Story: soccerguy & deb77 (a long read) - 11/30/2007 8:28:21 AM
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deb77
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Thank you, leah!
I'm reading yours as often as I can!
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RE: Our Story: soccerguy & deb77 (a long read) - 12/20/2007 2:52:40 PM
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deb77
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Hubby's oldest son rededicated his life to God recently!!! Wow, God's ways are so different from what we expect!
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RE: Our Story: soccerguy & deb77 (a long read) - 12/20/2007 8:35:24 PM
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leah777
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Congratulations, Deb, Soccerguy & son!! and PTL!!!! That's awesome 
Merry Christmas to all of you!
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RE: Our Story: soccerguy & deb77 (a long read) - 8/23/2008 1:21:23 AM
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deb77
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We made it to 3 years of marriage this past June with neither of us going truly crazy... but then the crazy ones are the last to know... hmmm
We have navigated the roughest waters of our marriage and blending family, and I'm happy to report that I am being nicer, more respectful, and less contentious. :O He is more patient, more loving and more understanding.
How can any family live without Truth, I do not know, let alone a blending family. I have learned to grab the good times and ignore the bad ones. So, I've started listing all the wonderful things he is or has done for me. Perhaps I'll post them to raise my post count!
Hey all you CC lizards! Remember us?
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Love is patient, love is kind... It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails. 1 Co. 13:4-8
http://callmecrazy-momofsixteen.blogspot.com/
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RE: Our Story: soccerguy & deb77 (a long read) - 8/26/2008 6:56:41 AM
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DaveW
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Hi Deb - Send my best to SG!
Congrats on the 3 years! CC Lizards forever! BTW - there still is a version of the Last Lizard to Post thread over in the community lounge........
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Avatar is DW holding Saphira at her first birthday party and myself holding Louvena at 30 months!
We are now grandparents TWICE!!
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Our CD is now available here:
http://cdbaby.com/cd/dswaggoner
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RE: Our Story: soccerguy & deb77 (a long read) - 9/1/2008 2:23:05 PM
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humbleinspirit
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Hey Deb and SoccerGuy, I remember the both of you! You may remember me as being "Meanttolive!" 
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