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07 Saturday Mar 2009

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I love comments! What blogger doesn’t? I think for the most part, every writer wants to get feedback on what he or she has written, (although Stephenie Meyer might wish that Stephen King had kept his opinion to himself!) and that includes bloggers. For those of you who read my blog but don’t have blog of your own, (and therefore may not know how to leave a comment) here is some information. It’s easy!

To all my bloggy friends, thank you for leaving me all those wonderful comments! I love them!

  1. At the end of my post for the day, it says “0 comments.” (Yesterday’s post says “6 comments.”) Click on “comments.”

  2. A form pops up, and the first box says “guest.” You do not need to log in to leave a comment; you can just be a guest. If you wish to log in, go ahead.

  3. Next, enter your nickname. It can be whatever you want…your initials, your blog name, your real name, etc. You can even stay anonymous.

  4. For the next box, tell me your blog URL. If you don’t have a blog, leave it blank!

  5. If you enter your email address in the following box, no one will see it. (Not even me!) All email addresses go to the comment software I use, which is called JS-kit. If you enter your email address, and I reply to your comment, my reply will be sent to your email address. The sender will be JS-kit.com Comments.

    Of course, you do not need to enter an email address if you do not want to. I will still be able to read your comment.

  6. Click “submit.”

And that’s all there is too it! The only thing you really need to type is your name and the comment you want to leave. I’m going to make this post a link in my sidebar, under “Why Lemon Drop Pie?” for future reference.

And by the way, all your comments get sent to my email address, so if you want to leave a comment on an old post, I will be able to read it whenever you write the comment! Happy commenting!

Providence

06 Friday Mar 2009

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She wanted to take her dad out to breakfast. Her kids, both teenagers, had the day off from school and wanted to go along. But you know teenagers. They had slept late that morning, and so breakfast was changed to lunch. Her dad decided to go to the nursing home first, and then meet them for lunch. And so he was with his wife when she took her last breath.

She told me this story, in the back seat of the car as we drove to the funeral home that afternoon. She was so glad that her dad had been there for her mom, one last time.

Emmy is my little daredevil. She wants to do everything Lily does, including jumping off of stairs, climbing ladders at the park, and climbing up onto the kitchen chairs. She wasn’t doing any of those things when she fell on the kitchen floor. Her footy pajamas had lost their rubbery soles after too many washings, and she just slipped. She started crying, and as I picked her up, I saw a small, white speck on her tongue. I fished it out, and discovered that she had chipped her front tooth. So I made an appointment with the dentist that afternoon.

The dentist just happens to be in the same suburb as our church, and so after her appointment, we stopped by to help plan the funeral. I was able to help pick out the hymns, and I think seeing the girls helped my husband, his sister and his dad.

But I’m still sad when I see Emmy’s chipped tooth! The chipped part doesn’t reach the nerve bundle, so the dentist said it should be all right. And it’s a baby tooth, so it will fall out, eventually.

That Wednesday, I was scheduled to bring an egg casserole to MOPS (Mothers of Preschoolers). I had to go to the florist to help with the flowers for the funeral, so I didn’t go. But I had already bought all the ingredients for my casserole.

Ed called his dad, and invited him over for breakfast on Friday, the morning of the funeral. A man shouldn’t have to go to his wife’s funeral alone, I said. I made egg casserole so that we all had a nice, hot breakfast that morning.

People ask us how we’re doing, and I think we’re doing OK. I know we will have some difficult days ahead of us, but that’s OK. That’s how it’s supposed to be.