Head hanging in shame

Okay, so, I haven't been a good blogger as of late.  I have promised myself that I would start up again and be a bit more committed to my writing.  Sadly, life has gotten in the way.  And, by life, I mean ALL of it. Seems like every aspect of life has demanded way more attention than it should have and I, therefore, have let things suffer for it.  I am ashamed at myself for not being more faithful to something I love, which is writing.  I feel as though I have let myself down because I did this as a way to vent a bit when venting needs to be done, post pics of my photography course and share them, do a bit of short story, fictional stuff show  some of my crafting things and just generally, share about me and my life.  I like writing things out when I am thoughtful or sad or creative or angry...or happy.  I like to write it out and see what happens.  Look back on it at a later time, see how I have grown or things have changed.  I suppose since my last post, I have changed a lot.  I have grown in a lot of ways, God has changed me, God has challenged me and I have challenged myself.  I have made a lot of new decisions that have been very hard for me, but were very necessary for me to move on and for me to not go completely insane.  So, here we go...

These are my babies, my life, my everything.  Not sure where I would be without them.  They make me smile and cry and laugh and moan and challenge me in ways I never knew someone could.  On the left, there, is my Charley.  She is almost 5 and our biggest challenge.  She is very strong-willed, but she has got the most amazing heart.  She is generous WAY beyond a child of 4 should be.  She shares unlike ANY kid I have ever seen...and willingly so.  She almost gets her feelings hurt if you don't bite her cookie or take a potato chip or whatever from her.  My hubby and I always tell her to stay generous...never let the world take away your generosity, but don't let people use you.  She is an amazing little artist and has an extremely creative mind.  I promise to post some of her stuff on here as it comes in.  

The handsome on in the middle is my boy, my miracle, my best friend....Tony.  He is 14 and just amazing.  I am so proud of him.  He and I have been through a lot and we have always supported each other and been stronger for it.  He's the only one who understands how blue I get because of missing home.  Because he's an American, like me.  He is a kid that is amazingly polite, loves God, loves to laugh and have fun, loves sports, and yes, he loves his Mama.  He and I can talk about everything and I love this.  I love him.

The lovely girl on the right is my Gracie.  She is 6 years old and just makes me smile.  She has an amazing imagination and loves to play make believe and do all things creative.  She loves watching movies with me and loves to dance.  She wants to do ANYTHING as long as it isn't school work.  She has to be forced to do work.  And, yes, her marks suffer a bit for it, but we are working on that.  She has a big heart and things move her deeply.  She asks a lot of questions about why things are the way they are and listens intently and can actually carry on a decent conversation about it at a later time.  She's my heart.  

They are on holiday now, so I am sure there will be photo ops out the wazoo to post.  So, I have posted and now I am going to chill for a while.  I have a lot to catch up on.  

Smile on

Cyndi