I am just having a tough time dealing with the troubles you and your dad are having. I know God does not ever give us more than we can handle, but that doesn't mean that He makes it easy, either. I so agree with your comments about your selfless mother. As her youngest brother, I know that a better person has never been born. Never!
When I spoke to her on her birthday, I mentioned that I was happy that you did not change the name of your blog. Stacey's Boob just does not have quite the same ring to it. Nor does Stacey's Fun Bag, or Stacey's Jug. Besides, I just read that you are picking up a new boob! Someone posted a comment that boobs are highly overrated. Surprisingly, I would agree with that. When doing figure drawing, my high school art teacher would always shout out for the whole class to hear: "Smedley! Were you bottle-fed or otherwise?" His voice carried, so nearly everyone in the school would hear him, but not my soft reply, "Bottle-fed." However, they could always hear his, "It figures!" So, they always knew my answer, anyway.
Well, enough of trying to inject more of my dumb humor. I will just say that maybe God did not give you a Miracle Bra, but He is sure to give you a Living Bra!
I am always reminded of your dad's favorite story. The one about the footsteps in the sand, and how God was carrying you during the times when there were only one set of footprints in the sand. Maybe if you lay face down on the beach, and only one boob print shows up, it means that God is cupping the other one.
Dear Stacey,
ReplyDeleteI am just having a tough time dealing with the troubles you and your dad are having. I know God does not ever give us more than we can handle, but that doesn't mean that He makes it easy, either. I so agree with your comments about your selfless mother. As her youngest brother, I know that a better person has never been born. Never!
When I spoke to her on her birthday, I mentioned that I was happy that you did not change the name of your blog. Stacey's Boob just does not have quite the same ring to it. Nor does Stacey's Fun Bag, or Stacey's Jug. Besides, I just read that you are picking up a new boob! Someone posted a comment that boobs are highly overrated. Surprisingly, I would agree with that. When doing figure drawing, my high school art teacher would always shout out for the whole class to hear: "Smedley! Were you bottle-fed or otherwise?" His voice carried, so nearly everyone in the school would hear him, but not my soft reply, "Bottle-fed." However, they could always hear his, "It figures!" So, they always knew my answer, anyway.
Well, enough of trying to inject more of my dumb humor. I will just say that maybe God did not give you a Miracle Bra, but He is sure to give you a Living Bra!
I am always reminded of your dad's favorite story. The one about the footsteps in the sand, and how God was carrying you during the times when there were only one set of footprints in the sand. Maybe if you lay face down on the beach, and only one boob print shows up, it means that God is cupping the other one.
Love,
Uncle Jim