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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6979215090025630038</id><updated>2009-07-01T15:00:28.775-04:00</updated><title type="text">Blissfully Blessed</title><subtitle type="html">~Live~Laugh~Love~</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blissfullyblessed.net/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.blissfullyblessed.net/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6979215090025630038/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25" /><author><name>Betsy Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07813405147252153110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><link rel="self" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/BlissfullyBlessed" type="application/atom+xml" /><feedburner:emailServiceId>BlissfullyBlessed</feedburner:emailServiceId><feedburner:feedburnerHostname>http://feedburner.google.com</feedburner:feedburnerHostname><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com" /><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6979215090025630038.post-5680487306489381813</id><published>2009-07-01T14:36:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T15:00:28.880-04:00</updated><title type="text">Life Happened</title><content type="html">Okay so I guess you know by now that I love music and  it inspires some of my writings. Well today I am going to share a song with you that has become one of my favorites.  I first heard it years ago when Rusty's cousin Nancy gave me a CD that she listened to while traveling here from California.  I put the CD on my ipod and now when walking I listen to the music she gave me.  It puts life in great perspective and inspires me in many ways!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/F8rHJrXgm7Y&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/F8rHJrXgm7Y&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I listen to the words and think about my own life, I realize that even though my life may not have quite turned out exactly the way I planned it, it's my life and it is good. When I think about my dreams and ambitions, I am pretty sure I am living those out in this life. The most important would have to be, being a mom. Something I always wanted , but was unsure would happen. Even though it is something that has changed my life, its the one dream I am most proud of. Yes, it is hard and these boys take up a lot my time and they require a lot of me, but I wouldn't change it for anything in this world. Secondly, I am fulfilling the dream of teaching. It is my passion and my mission in life. The feeling of making a difference in a child's life, is one so amazing! I give 100% of myself everyday to the students in my classroom and even though it is hard at times, I love them with everything I have, and I make a point to tell them everyday!&lt;br /&gt;No life isn't a bed of roses, but its not all bad either. I'm not on broadway, or in Hollywood, but I am here and I have a full life with many blessings! And &lt;br /&gt;"I finally realized I turned out alright, and Life Happened!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6979215090025630038-5680487306489381813?l=www.blissfullyblessed.net'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BlissfullyBlessed/~4/vZ1gzPAfOUU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blissfullyblessed.net/feeds/5680487306489381813/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6979215090025630038&amp;postID=5680487306489381813" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6979215090025630038/posts/default/5680487306489381813" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6979215090025630038/posts/default/5680487306489381813" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BlissfullyBlessed/~3/vZ1gzPAfOUU/life-happened.html" title="Life Happened" /><author><name>Betsy Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07813405147252153110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08971176673141904625" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.blissfullyblessed.net/2009/07/life-happened.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6979215090025630038.post-1038599381876658521</id><published>2009-05-03T21:55:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T21:55:18.314-04:00</updated><title type="text">Gone without Goodbye</title><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Last Sunday afternoon, I decided for Nathan and I to take a stroll over to Mom and Dad's house.&amp;nbsp; He was very content in the stroller and actually fell asleep, so I decided to turn on my ipod and listen to some music to keep myself entertained.&amp;nbsp; I chose to listen to Brian Littrell.&amp;nbsp; Many of you may remember him from the Backstreet Boys, but he has since changed his life around and now sings Christian music.&amp;nbsp; As I was listening, a familiar song came on and just like always I began to sing along, only this time the words stopped me in my tracks and took my breath for a moment.&amp;nbsp; You see I was listening to "Gone without Goodbye".&amp;nbsp; In the song he tells of several scenarios where people have lost loved ones in the blink of an eye.&amp;nbsp; Each time he says "I can feel the pain, but I don't know gone without goodbye".&amp;nbsp; That day those words rang in my ear so differently than before and for a moment I stopped and thought " I do!, I do!" and right then and there, the memories came rushing back into my mind as if that day was happening all over again. It had been a while since this had happened and all the while, I kept thinking, why is this happening, why now?&amp;nbsp; After a few moments I started walking again, but the thoughts of September 27, 2007 stayed in my mind. I never heard another song being sung because my mind had wondered to a place it hadn't been in a while.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I started to remember every little detail of that day and how I never did say goodbye.&amp;nbsp; I was there and yet the words never came out of my mouth.&amp;nbsp; I started to picture Granddaddy lying there and I saw his face looking at me as if he wanted to say something, but couldn't.&amp;nbsp; I remembered how terrible I felt because I didn't know what to do, or say myself.&amp;nbsp; I wanted to go back and make myself speak, even if he really would not have heard me, at least I would have tried. I just wanted to go back in time and change that day all together.&amp;nbsp; As I walked the next 10 minutes the tears poured down my face.&amp;nbsp; I remember there was a man on the other side of the street walking as well, and he stopped for a moment and just looked at me.&amp;nbsp; He never said anything, but his eyes told me he understood.&amp;nbsp; He waited for me to pass him before he started his walk again.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp; I finally made it&amp;nbsp; up the street to Mom and Dad's house, so&amp;nbsp; I quickly got myself together.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Tonight I was listening to the song again ( this time on purpose) and I thought of how awful it was to lose such a precious man without warning.&amp;nbsp; I was lying in my bed with Nathan and Patrick beside me and I began to watch them sleeping, and my mind couldn't help but wonder what is was like for them.&amp;nbsp; They also know "Gone without Goodbye".&amp;nbsp; I thought of all the things that are happening in our life and what I wish Granddaddy could be a part of.&amp;nbsp; Each time Brian sings of a lost one in his song he says "if I could reach the sky, I would bring him right back to your arms".&amp;nbsp; I have wished that so many times before.&amp;nbsp; To reach up and bring him back not for me but for my family.&amp;nbsp; I often wonder how life would be different if he were still here.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Throughout the past year and a half so many people have said things will get better, you start to forget.&amp;nbsp; Those words have often made me mad, because you don't just forget something like that. The thoughts may not come as often, but you will never forget &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"Gone without Goodbye".&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="wlWriterSmartContent" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:1b3238bc-fc29-4449-9915-c75953fd5fbc" style="padding-right: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-top: 0px"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/G5KidxViTcU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/G5KidxViTcU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6979215090025630038-1038599381876658521?l=www.blissfullyblessed.net'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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Five months prior, my doctor had discovered a tumor on my pituitary gland. I was about 12 weeks post surgery and still didn’t feel myself. I had been out of school for almost fourteen weeks and they wouldn’t let me go back until I was 100%. Rusty had come home for lunch that day to find me lying on the couch sobbing. “What’s wrong?”, he asked. “I still don’t feel well, I can’t go to school, and I am miserable”, I replied. After sitting by me on the couch and calming me down, he asked me if I thought I was pregnant. I looked at him with great surprise, considering the doctor’s had told us children weren’t possible. I was angry that he would say such a thing when he knew that I wanted a child more than anything. He convinced me to go get a pregnancy test, so I did.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;That afternoon, I was sitting at home by myself and finally got up the nerve to take the test. After exactly 3 minutes, I walked slowly into the bathroom, scared of the disappointment to come, and low and behold, the test was positive. I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t talk all I could do was stare at the little pink lines that confirmed there was actually a baby growing inside me. I immediately called Rusty at work. I was crying so hard that Marcelle ( the office assistant) thought I was hurt and started yelling for Rusty to come quickly to the phone. He answered the phone yelling, ”What is wrong , Baby?” “ I’mmmm I’mmmm Pregnant!” I yelled. There was no sound on the other end of the phone. All I could here was sobbing. After a few moments he said, “call Dr. Fitzgibbon’s office and let them know”. So I called the doctor’s office and they told me to come right away. The nurses were waiting for me at the door. I was so nervous. They took me back and we completed the test. I sat on the table with my head held down, so afraid it wasn’t true, when all of a sudden I heard a burst of YEAHSS coming from the testing lab, I looked up and there standing in front of me were three of the nurses all in tears and congratulating me. I hugged them all and ran out the door to run tell Rusty it was true. When I reached his office, I swung open the door. Everyone knew something was wrong. I ran straight to where he was standing and yelled,” It’s true, we are going to have a baby!” Everyone smiled, cried and ran over to hug us. After the congratulations, we decided we wanted to tell our parents in a very unique way. I ran to the florist and bought two bouquets of flowers and signed them both,  &lt;p&gt;Can’t wait to meet you!  &lt;p&gt;Love,  &lt;p&gt;Baby Jackson &lt;p&gt;My first stop was my parents’ house. I walked into the back door with the flowers in my hands and told my parents that I found them on the front porch. They both looked at me funny, but then Mom reached over to read the card and gasped with a cry, “Really?” My dad not sure what was going on, just looked at me and said, “You’re not, I mean, are you pregnant?” I said “Yes, Daddy, I am”. Before I knew it I was in a parent sandwich, all three of us sobbing. This was the most amazing day of my life. I was going to be a mom. Something most people thought impossible. I had beaten the odds! &lt;p&gt;The best thing is that the story doesn't stop there.&amp;nbsp; I have been blessed with two miracles.&amp;nbsp; I couldn't be happier just being a mom.&amp;nbsp; Talk about beating odds.&amp;nbsp; How about twice!! &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_x8ZTdnv9nr4/SX-82RQFeLI/AAAAAAAAADg/VlcjhYhEt6M/s1600-h/100_2225%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="244" alt="100_2221" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_x8ZTdnv9nr4/SX-82k0e7CI/AAAAAAAAADk/WlDcGkfgwyk/100_2221_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="100_2225" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_x8ZTdnv9nr4/SX-83DEoWgI/AAAAAAAAADo/I7I_aeirK2g/100_2225_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0"&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6979215090025630038-2407354437191735571?l=www.blissfullyblessed.net'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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Even now at 35 years of age, I still want to run to her when something goes wrong, or I am nervous and scared.&amp;nbsp; I am not going to lie and say that it has always been "a bed of roses", because we all know how girls can challenge their moms, but for the most part, it has been great!! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Right now I would like to thank her most for taking care of my children.&amp;nbsp; I admit I am very spoiled, because I don't have to pay for daycare, and I can't think of better care during the week than "NANA".&amp;nbsp; She watches Nathan for me everyday and I truly couldn't be more thankful!!&amp;nbsp; Here's a poem I found online that pretty much sums up my feelings.&amp;nbsp; I hope you enjoy it, Mom!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;p&gt;Super Mom &lt;p&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;p&gt;Mom, you're a wonderful mother,&lt;br&gt;So gentle, yet so strong.&lt;br&gt;The many ways you show you care&lt;br&gt;Always make me feel I belong. &lt;p&gt;You're patient when I'm foolish;&lt;br&gt;You give guidance when I ask;&lt;br&gt;It seems you can do most anything;&lt;br&gt;You're the master of every task. &lt;p&gt;You're a dependable source of comfort;&lt;br&gt;You're my cushion when I fall.&lt;br&gt;You help in times of trouble;&lt;br&gt;You support me whenever I call. &lt;p&gt;I love you more than I can express;&lt;br&gt;You have my total respect.&lt;br&gt;If I had my choice of mothers,&lt;br&gt;You'd be the one I'd select! &lt;p&gt;Thanks Mom for all you are to me!!&amp;nbsp; There are not enough words to express how much I love you!!&amp;nbsp; You have always been my "Rock" and I don't know what I would do without you!!&amp;nbsp; You are not just my mom, but one of my best friends!&amp;nbsp; Thanks for always listening when I need a shoulder to cry on, for standing beside me when I needed a little encouragement, but mostly for loving me unconditionally!!&amp;nbsp; After all that is what love is all about!!&amp;nbsp; I love you more than you could ever know!!&amp;nbsp; You are my hero!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6979215090025630038-4375569321887373641?l=www.blissfullyblessed.net'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Discomfort and loneliness is what I see in her eyes &lt;p&gt;It starts as a tear drop then turns into a cry &lt;p&gt;She’d give up everything just to touch your face &lt;p&gt;She’s longing so badly to get out of this place. &lt;p&gt;Not a day goes by that I don’t think of &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; &lt;p&gt;This feeling in my stomach, it’s nothing really new &lt;p&gt;But this time the pain isn’t temporary &lt;p&gt;It hurts inside and this time it’s scary. &lt;p&gt;It’s hard to admit my own selfishness and pride &lt;p&gt;Cause I didn’t take the time to tell &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; goodbye &lt;p&gt;I didn’t tell &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; I loved you or anything like that &lt;p&gt;Now I’m reading this poem wishing &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; were back. &lt;p&gt;So tune in Granddad, this poem is for &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; &lt;p&gt;I really need to talk cause I don’t know what to do &lt;p&gt;Every line of this poem, every word of it is true &lt;p&gt;I really hope that you’re listening, cause I’ll always love &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6979215090025630038-7885219820279036170?l=www.blissfullyblessed.net'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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