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My daddy

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My daddy turns 69 years old today.

I know that it is true, that he's actually 69, but in my mind . . . he's still 34 and holding. (Am I the only one who refuses to think of their parents as growing older?)
In honor of my dad, here are some thoughts about him (and for him) listed in no particular order:

My dad *loves* to laugh. Some of my earlies memories of my dad are that of laughter.My dad is (and has always been) a good man. Ask ANYONE who knows him. He is a man of integrity and honor. He was invited to church by some friends when I was in first grade. He attended all services and was even very faithful to give to the church, even before he became a Christian.My dad overcame his childhood circumstances. Born to a single, teenage mom almost 70 years ago and raised by his grandparents, my dad had every "right" to be bitter and to allow his life to go in a downward spiral. He did not. My dad was in the Army. Not only was he in the Army, he is a decorated sniper. My dad …

Sweet Cinnamon Pumpkin, PSL's,--and other wonderfulness!

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Sweet. Cinnamon. Pumpkin.

These three words cause my eyes to glaze over and my mouth begin to water, much like . . . 
Pumpkin. Spice. Latte.
What is it about the scent of pumpkin, nutmeg, cinnamon, and such that creates such a longing for cooler weather and all the fun things that go hand in hand with it (i.e. high school football, apple cider, warm jackets, and fleece blankets)?
We have had an extremely warm summer here in eastern North Carolina. It’s been the kind of summer where you feel like you are having a cold-front come in when the temperatures dip to a mere 83 degrees. This West Virginia girl (go Mountaineers!) sometimes longs for the milder temperatures of the north. I love cardigans. They are cozy and they cover a multitude of “buffet” sins! J
My darling husband, the absolute love of my life, knows that Fall is by far my favorite season. A few days ago, while perusing the interweb, he found a “hack” where he was able to get a PSL (pumpkin spice latte, for those who are uneducat…

Mother-in-Law

Mother-in-Law.
When you read those three words (or is it one word?) what idea comes to mind?
Fear? Dread? Joy? Laughter? Tears?
To those of us who are married, there can be a bevy of emotions tied to this word. If you have a poor relationship with your In-Laws, then fear and dread may be your reaction. If you have a good rapport with them, then “joy” may be your word of choice.
Many times, our relationship with our mothers-in-law can stem back to what we saw with our own mothers and grandmothers.  Sometimes, what may start out as a very “rough” relationship with the mother of our husbands, can be gloriously transformed into a friendship like no other (and the reverse is also true).
Yesterday (September 17, 2013) my very own mother-in-law, Faye Woodard, turned 70 years old. As I reflect back over the past 18-ish years that I have been in this family, there are a few points that I would like to share. These are listed in no particular order.
·I entered this family as a virtual stranger. Rodn…