Saturday morning and its cold outside so what do I do? I have a nice fire going and I am sitting looking at pictures I have stored on the computer and find this. Megan, my youngest daughter is the one on the right. This photo is several years old so I am sure I will be getting a phone call asking why the heck I put this on my blog. *grin* Megan is the youngest of 3 daughters and had the label of being my wild child. The other 2 girls had their moments of pushing the limits but Megan seemed to thrive on excitement, pushing limits and doing anything she was told couldn't be done. With Megan around it was never boring. Getting a call from her saying: Mom don't get mad but the fire truck just left. ( she didn't know how to operate the gas stove and smelled gas) The firemen laughed and explained things to her. Another call same day mom don't get mad but we called a radio station (she had friends there with her) and gave them our phone number so guys could call us. ( I got collect calls from prisons for months over that one) Scuba diving, sky diving was nothing to her, the more dangerous the better she liked it. This wild child that slept in clothes for the next day so she could sleep longer went into the army and thrived on getting out of bed before daylight and running with full gear on her back. She loved having them get in her face and yell. This crazy wild child of mine grew up into a fun, loving, caring, tenderhearted wife, mother and lady. She made sure the soldiers in her husband's unit in Iraq had treats at all holidays and mail during their tour. She works for home healthcare and the lady she cares for is having a birthday this month. Megan isn't allowed to have patients in her car because of work policy. She ask for that day off so she can go and take the lady out for her birthday and spend the day with her on her own time. She worries if someone is having a hard time and is in need of something. She will buy them food or clothes or whatever it is they need out of her own pocket. She will give them her last dollar and have faith that she will have enough gas to get her to payday. This crazy wild child of mine may have given me gray hairs growing up but now she is giving me great pride. She and her husband Brian will be leaving the 27th of March going to Mississippi for a week to help build a home for a hurricane victim. They are taking a week off without pay and having someone watch their children and take care of their animals so they can help someone in need. So my little wild child I sure do love you and am proud of the woman you have become!
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Saturday, March 04, 2006
Saturday morning and its cold outside so what do I do? I have a nice fire going and I am sitting looking at pictures I have stored on the computer and find this. Megan, my youngest daughter is the one on the right. This photo is several years old so I am sure I will be getting a phone call asking why the heck I put this on my blog. *grin* Megan is the youngest of 3 daughters and had the label of being my wild child. The other 2 girls had their moments of pushing the limits but Megan seemed to thrive on excitement, pushing limits and doing anything she was told couldn't be done. With Megan around it was never boring. Getting a call from her saying: Mom don't get mad but the fire truck just left. ( she didn't know how to operate the gas stove and smelled gas) The firemen laughed and explained things to her. Another call same day mom don't get mad but we called a radio station (she had friends there with her) and gave them our phone number so guys could call us. ( I got collect calls from prisons for months over that one) Scuba diving, sky diving was nothing to her, the more dangerous the better she liked it. This wild child that slept in clothes for the next day so she could sleep longer went into the army and thrived on getting out of bed before daylight and running with full gear on her back. She loved having them get in her face and yell. This crazy wild child of mine grew up into a fun, loving, caring, tenderhearted wife, mother and lady. She made sure the soldiers in her husband's unit in Iraq had treats at all holidays and mail during their tour. She works for home healthcare and the lady she cares for is having a birthday this month. Megan isn't allowed to have patients in her car because of work policy. She ask for that day off so she can go and take the lady out for her birthday and spend the day with her on her own time. She worries if someone is having a hard time and is in need of something. She will buy them food or clothes or whatever it is they need out of her own pocket. She will give them her last dollar and have faith that she will have enough gas to get her to payday. This crazy wild child of mine may have given me gray hairs growing up but now she is giving me great pride. She and her husband Brian will be leaving the 27th of March going to Mississippi for a week to help build a home for a hurricane victim. They are taking a week off without pay and having someone watch their children and take care of their animals so they can help someone in need. So my little wild child I sure do love you and am proud of the woman you have become!
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I'm sure she'll forgive the photo because the wonderful tribute more than makes up for it!
What a cool photo! I've always wanted to have one of those taken...
Yes, I agree with Donna, what you said is a wonderful tribute to the woman your daughter is today. Thanks for the comment you left me at knitting kat...and nope, the puzzle went back into the box and is now at my friends house, so that she and her 3 granddaughters can put it together. Happy week-end to you.
That was lovely Peggy. Megan sounds like an incredible lady. You obviously did a wonderful job bringing her up :)
aww, what a sweet post!
just popped by from Maggie Ann's place
how cute...she is gonna kill you:)
she kinda sounds like me when I was a teen..minus the prsinors calling..that would be my sister..my mom had one hell of a phone bill one month from them calling collect;)
It sounds like you did a good job of raising her mom, you should be proud!
Your daughter sounds like a lovely young lady! Its a wonderful the way she is giving back to others by volunteering to build a home for one of the hurricane victims', you are a proud mama and rightly so!! Beautiful tribute! Have a happy Sunday dear...hugs and blessings xo
Your daughter sounds wonderful and you sound so very proud of her. Well done on a fantastic job raising her (even with all the grey hairs she gave you). I hope my daughters are as well balanced and compassionate as Megan.
Its no accident that Megan has turned out such a caring, giving person.......She is just being her Mother's daughter. God Bless you both !
A job well done...It was YOU dear friend who made this wonderful young lady so special! While I only "know" you from your post as I was reading I was thinking, "She sounds just like her Mother!" You should be proud Mom...Your job is done, you've made a kind, loving, considerate woman out of your daughter! Hugs, Sher
No wonder you are so proud of her! That is so great. I really enjoyed reading your post and the picture is great too.
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