My grandson was born this Friday March the 13th!! I am so excited. My son C.J. and his wife Tiffany are the proud parents. I am going down to see the baby with my sister and Elizabeth. I can finally travel.

I remember when C.J was born, we both almost died. He was my first born and I was 16 years old. I was in labor with him for 3 days. They finally had to deliver him C-Section. I didn't get to see him for 3 days after he was born because I was in such bad shape. And he was in bad shape too. I cried because I wanted to see him so bad.

I had my sister take a Polaroid picture of him so I could see him. He was beautiful..They nicknamed him Tiger in the nursery because he was tearing his I.V's out. C.J was a beautiful boy with a beautiful heart who grew into a beautiful man with a beautiful heart.

This is the song I picked to play during the slide show for his wedding. They had pictures of him growing up as a little boy all the way to when he was grown. This song always reminded me of him so much. It is Godspeed by the Dixie Chicks..

I love you C.J. and congratulations to you and Tiffany on your beautiful baby boy...

The only thing missing is John, he would be so happy to have a grandson. I wish so bad that he was here. Elizabeth and I cried a lot over that today..Times like these I feel my heart break for him not being here. But I rejoice at my baby grandson being born as well.

xoxo

God Has A Sense of Humor..Even When We Don't

It was a month after John had passed away.
I had to go to the pharmacy to pick up a prescription. I still didn't feel like driving at that time, so my Mom and Dad took me. I haphazardly picked up my Winter coat and put it on. It felt oddly heavy but at that time I just didn't care.

We got to the pharmacy, and I got out to go get my prescription. As I am walking up the front door a guy passing by slows down to a crawl and starts staring at me. I mean really staring at me, like I am crazy, staring.

I throw my hands up in the air, and I yell at him, because by this time I am mad! "What are you looking at Jackass?"

Mom starts frantically honking the horn. I look back at her in complete annoyance, and Mom and Dad are both laughing hysterically.

Well at that point I run to the car because I know something must be dreadfully wrong with me.

Between gasps of laughter Mom says, "Turn around." More laughter.

I say, "What is it?" I am Freaking out completely.

Dad very carefully removes something out of the hood of my coat. I turn around and there is a shirt hanging off of a hanger! It had been nestled in my hood perfectly and hanging down my back.

No wonder the guy had been staring at me!

I collapse on the window and me and Mom and Dad laugh for about 10 minutes. We laughed so hard we were crying.

I have not wrote about this until now because I felt bad at the time for even being able to laugh with John gone. But we need to laugh. It heals our spirit..

I hope you get to laugh this week. A good belly laugh that makes your sides hurt and makes you cry tears of joy. Laughter that heals your heart and soothes your spirit.

Sending you love, Nita

I love this song by Norah Jones and I hope you get to listen to it...