Hey, Dad! Guess what? Remember how we took out that scrub brush from by the street? On the other side of the garage? By the lilac bushes? There are sunflowers growing there! The girls noticed them the other day! Can you believe it?!
Maybe someone planted them as a joke.
Who would plant sunflowers as a joke? No one plants flowers as a joke.
We used to back home. When someone left we'd plant something in their garden and wait for them to find it.
Did you plant sunflowers in my yard as a joke?
(stifles laughter) No... I'm just saying that some people would do that....
I feel like this is a good time to point out that my parent's back yard is massive. Like regulation football field massive. And it's neatly (and proudly) mowed and trimmed. With beautiful gardens bordering the yard, which is big and wide and all smooth cut grass.... like a blanket of velvet.
I wonder if Dad likes corn. I'm picturing three or four cornstalks sprouting up from the exact center of his manicured lawn....
I'm just a normal mom trying to deal with the unexpected death of my daughter, Avery. Avery passed away on October 24, 2012... 19 days after we celebrated her 11th birthday. I still enjoy my 22-year old daughter, Jadrian, and my 7-year old son, Brody, here on earth.
I couldn't get through this chapter of my life without God and without my amazingly supportive readers.
Matt aka Big V: my wonderful, loyal, trustworthy companion, who - although I love him dearly - cannot seem to figure out how to unball his socks before throwing them in the laundry.
Jadrian aka Bean (or The Jelly Bean): typical hormonal 17-yr old teen girl. Beautiful, spunky and complete with attitude.
Avery aka Dotter: (Swedish for Daughter - although she is not Swedish, she is my daughter) my God Girl. My kind, sweet, loving, try-to-fly-under-the-radar-at-all-cost kind of girl. She went home to be with the Lord in Heaven on October 24, 2012. I miss her with every fiber of my being.
Brody aka Cletus the Used-to-be Fetus: (Known as Cletus the Fetus in earlier posts) my sweet little 3-year old son. Loves music, chewing on his clothing, and pretending he's a dog. Excuse me: puppy.
Sox aka Satan: our poorly trained ex-dog who we gave away after he ate through the drywall...Twice.
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