PLEASE READ THIS BEFORE YOU LOOK AT THE PHOTOS. :)

Well, my daughter, Liza-Anne is now Mrs. Robert Roberts.

It is amazing that Liza, who was born in Africa, and Robert, who now resides in Utah, after being adopted at age eleven, met and fell madly in love.

She is our middle child who always acted as the peace maker, never wanting to rock the boat or bother anyone or upset apple carts. So, since she was so sweet, we always wanted to please her.  Therefore, at first, she wanted everything simple, so that her parents didn't have to go to much trouble...:)

But what she ended up having, exceeded her highest expectations.  And, fortunately for me, especially since I was housebound for six crucial weeks, I didn't have to do much of anything, except to dole out my husband's money as we went along. A young couple in our church, who have a beautiful house, offered their garden to have the ceremony in. Liza had suggested the botanical gardens, but when the house was offered, we jumped at the chance, because there wouldn't be other people milling around.

Then Cheryl, the same lady, and her mother, Pat, went to town, shopping for everything, telling us what they needed, and arranging the whole thing with such precision and class. They were used to more opulent affairs, having lived in California and gone to a very large church. But they toned it down to match our pocket and it still turned out beautifully.

I was honored and nervous when she asked me to write an original poem for them and read it at the wedding.  This is how it turned out:

THEIR HEART’S RHYME

 

Over the miles in ’86, the Lord knew whom she’d need

To love and woo her on the appointed day

So He sewed the seeds…

 

Liza-Anne, born in Africa; Robert, across the sea

Way over in the United States

His parents smiled with glee.

 

Little did each know, that God, his grace unending

Had prepared these two lone hearts

To find a love transcending

 

Obstacles are nothing to God; they never pose a problem

For nothing is impossible

There is no failing in Him

 

For Robert also had a hole that only love could fill

For his parents had prayed for the Lord

To fully have his will

 

And send, graciously, their son, in His perfect time

The woman who would meet his needs

Fulfilling his heart’s rhyme

 

Liza’s family moved one way; Robert’s the other

Until one day, astoundingly

They’d meet one another

 

The day after meeting her, he asked her father, boldly

If he could escort this lovely girl

To dinner and some bowling

 

The rest is all history, for, as you see today

She is standing before witnesses

Daddy giving her away

 

Into the arms of he who asked for her, his destiny

Trusting that the Lord will bless -

This holy matrimony.

 

Bonnie, for Liza-Anne and Robert on their wedding day, July 11, 2009.

I am sorry but I have to quit right now, so mull this part over and I will continue later.

Love you all

bonnie

 

 

Well, as you know, I spoke about the invitations that had arrived and all that, and that I was going to try to write addresses and so on.  Well, those were certainly famous last words, but my husband, during his long wait for my three hour operation and during recovery and visiting times, got them all done for me with record speed. He is the more organized of the two of us, and treated me royally while I was so sick...better than usual.

He bought me a portable dvd player so that I could watch a movie or two while having to lie down in bed...because it hurt too much to sit.  He brought food home so that I didn't have to cook and was just generally a darling, looking after me so nicely.  I am grateful to have such a caring man! :)

I am a bit tired of not being able to sit on my rump, but it is getting better with each day. I hope I can at least go back to church on Sunday. My post op is on Thursday and is only down the road, but Lawl still has to come and take me since the doc gave me specific instructions not to drive, especially my little Geo Metro which is like a log wagon to drive, not having power steering.   I am sure to get a good report...and more pain killers I hope...they sure do help to relax me and help me sleep ...most of the time.

I thank you all for your loving thoughts and replies during this time, and even worrying about me when I didn't get back quite in time for your liking!

I am going to go outside tomorrow for a while; may even take a blanket outside and lie in the shade.  It has been over 84 in this apartment and seems there is no relief unless one finds a cool spot...so we'll see.  I like being spoiled and loved, so in that way, I have definitely enjoyed the last week...I am a glutton for love and attention, as you all know!

I thought I had something else to say and I just seem to be rambling...so I'll get off of here and if I think of what it was, I'll blog again later.

God bless you all
Love you more than you know
bonnie

You know what I hate about AIM and Youtube? I always get these dumb chain letters that say " You will die in 5 minutes unless you send this to 10 people. If you do, you will learn to fly and get the love of your dreams." Wow. I'm just going to get wings in 5 minutes and start flying right? Whee, I'm gonna try to fly! ****! I landed on my face again!

 

So, welcome to my humor blog. I blog funny videos, skits, and even more. So enjoy it while it lasts. 

i recieved ten and one half hours of sleep last night.

and yet in my first class of the day (which was at 10

instead of 8) i still managed to almost fall asleep. and

spanish I is not boring by any means. i don't know

what's wrong with me these days. i'm just so... yawn

 

but life barrels on like a race car.

 

i'm dropping the Buccaneer next semester. i'm doing

a full 18 hours again and i'd prefer my school hours

spent at school, not at home on my laptop. yes, i've

enjoyed my time on the Buc, and just today i turned

in another roaring article on recycling around town.

but i'm just not satisfied with the class and frankly, i

have enough to worry about after school, let alone

a measely paper to worry about.

 

you know what mindsay needs, other than Jesus,

spell check. spell check would be amazing.