just stay this little

in case you all were wondering where this erratic blogger had run away to, the answer, is nowhere.
this past week, two weeks, i have been home.
but not idle.

you see, this past week, i've had my first taste of housekeeping. (funny, i accidentally spelled 'housekeeping' as 'horsekeeping'. ha. i wish).

you see, this past week, my parents have not been home. 

you see, this past week, i have been the oldest person in our home. 

you see, this past week, i have had to make sure baths were taken, meals were on time, piano lessons were attended, school was completed, sibling fights were soothed, and rooms were kept cleaned (that was the hard part). 

you see, this past week, my parents were in the hospital. 

wait, wait, lay aside all those horrid assumptions, no, ashley is not suddenly an orphan, her parents are healthy, her parents are quite alright.
in fact, they weren't even in the hospital for themselves.
they were in the hospital for this little critter.

indeed, ashley is now the older sister of 9 younger siblings. 

little Ezekiel Boaz gave us quite an interesting ride for the first week of his life outside the womb, he was born via csection (the first of us to achieve that record) and was the smallest baby at 5 pounds 11 ounces. which beats my birth weight of 6'5.  the little stinker. until him, i was the only baby born in the hospital, and i was the smallest. 

but i forgive him. 

i still achieved rank of first born.

aside from having to have his entry into the light rushed, he had a little bit of problems getting his body to work right, so he had to stay in the hospital a little longer than we thought.

and since his mummy and daddy weren't going to leave him there all alone (its a big world for such a little tyke), they stayed in the hospital, which means, guess who was left here to care for those other 8 siblings?

well, i imagine you guessed correctly, seeing how i pretty much already told you. 

it was a little rough, since we weren't able to see him, since he was in the nicu, and you are only allowed in there if you are 18+, which i'm not, much less his other siblings, so for a week, all we saw of him were pictures and videos mum and dad shared with us, and his home coming was a rather hige hooplah. 

 i laugh over the statistics that say that babies in big families don't get as much love and attention as single children. 

what utter bosh. 

little ozzy (or, oz the great and powerful...) gets more love than is probably healthy, and i have no idea how he is ever going to learn to play by himself since so many hands are willing to play with him. 

 and like every tahg baby, long feet and fingers.  

so that has been what has kept me busy, and let me say, after a week of taking care of a house hold, i am so not ready for my own house.  

but, it was totally worth it since it allowed mum and dad to stay with this cute little bundle of boy, and help him through his initial get up and go period. 

and, ozzy is totally fine now, and is so alert, and attentive. 

and i'm already marveling that a few weeks ago, i had never held him. 

seems like he has always been a part of our family.

Pixie Dust

I have an upcoming photo shoot for next weekend (the 23rd), and I've been scouring every corner of my dusty mind for possibilities. I'm really not the best for the fresh and new, instead, I like to take pre-made ideas, and make them mine.

Unless it is in writing, of course...

But, back to topic, I found Glitter photography, and I knew, just knew, I had to try it out for myself.  

So, armed with two bottles of glitter, in both silver and gold, my tripod, my trusty G10 (I seriously need an upgrade...suggestions?) and 3 very obliging models, sisters, of course, I headed out to try this new thing before putting Katy, my paying model, under the art.

 This one was shot in our big ol warehouse out back (yes, we have a warehouse big enough to park 2 semi-trucks in. be jealous).  The lighting inside is just to die for.  The windows all face the right direction, and when the light comes in through them, it is just so warm and perfect, I can't help but make it my go to location when photographing my siblings around the house.
The only big problem was, the lighting I adored, also didn't catch the glitter and make them sparkle as well as I'd have liked them too.  Instead, it was more, more..firework-y.  Which, is all good and pleasant, but, it wasn't what I was wanting.

 

So, I headed outside, and compromised my delightful lighting for pure sunlight, which is a good/bad on it's own.   

I liked the effect on the glitter that I got; it's what I originally wanted, but I don't have a reflector, and so, the sun was beaming right down on Shauna.  It wasn't as terrible as it could have been, I guess, as the sun was just starting to set, and wasn't directly overhead, but you can tell, it lacks the warmth and coziness of the first option.

And, try as I might, I couldn't get them to blow the glitter, and look happy about doing it without making them grimace and look more like wicked minions planning someone's demise.

 AND. AND AND AND AND. 

BIG AND HERE GUYS.

 I finally figured out how to add the gritty look I've grown to kinda love thanks to Jocee and the way she sometimes uses it (If Jocee does it, I'll probably love it, ok?).
It was so easy, I felt like a totaly dunce, but, at least I figured it out on my own, so, brownie points there at least....

it's noise guys.

noise.

I should have figured that out, as my ISO setting has a lot of noise in it, and it looks gritty, but not in a cute photographic way, but in a my-iso-setting-sucks way.  

And, I just happened to make the magic connection, and voila. If you don't like photographic noise, sorry, as, I will most certianly be using it in the future because I think it's cute and awesome and just so perf.

As you can see, I used both silver and gold glitter.  I found it worked better when showing up, and kinda made two colors.  You can't really tell there are two colors, but, I can. And, sometimes, thats all that matters, right?

I plan on getting heart or star confetti to use next time for a more chunky look, as well as it will be easier to see. 

 I have a confession.

I'm feeling far too professional, and just not Ashley enough.

It's like I've lost my muchness, or something...

so, I shall tell a joke. 

What did Cinderella say when she left the photo store?

-Someday my Prints will come.-

Ok, so, it's not all that great, but, it makes me feel better.....

Of course, I didn't mean to imply that Ashley Tahg alone isn't a professional, she does aspire to be....but to be professional and to act professional is as big a difference as Jennifer Lawrence and Kristin Stewart.

So, yeah. I say my mini photoshoot/test photoshoot with my sisters went off well. 

I really enjoy using glitter as a prop, and I'm going to use it for my real photoshoot fo sho.  

You just can't go wrong with glitter, can you?

Well, unless you are a guy, and then...well, glitter just doesn't look so nice with a guy.

It just looks creepy.

and weird.

very weird.

Oh, and in case you were wondering about the title, and why I called this post "Pixie Dust", there is a reason to it.  I'm not totally random.

While taking Shauna's pictures, she said, "This stuff is like pixie dust, like fairy dust...I'm a fairy now!"

I did have to suppress the urge to say that according to Stephanie Meyer, Vampires sparkling, but I saw no need to shock the child before her time.

sparkling vampires.

sheesh. 

TALKIN' BOUT STEPHANIE MEYERS...

The Host looks awesome. purely so. And I never thought I'd say that about a S.M book/movie. But I am.

AND, SINCE I'M STILL ON THIS STRAIN OF BOOKS.

I'm planning on shifting my book reviewing from T.E.R to here. No real reason, and it's still in the thinking process as to whether I will or wont. What do you think?

ONE OTHER THING.

I'm sure most of you have heard about the very likely possibility of GFC leaving. (Stupid stupid, brainless move on Google/blogger's part...) but, I;d thought I'd let you know, you can either keep getting updates via email, just sign up.  I promise not to clog your inbox (Pssh. I post once a month apparently...I'm such a wretched blogger...I do promise to get better).  

Or, there is always that lovely site called "Bloglovin".  

(I do realize most of you have probably read this same message 100 times by now...).

But, Here is the link to Cheery-O's bloglovin. I really do hope to see you guys shift over to there. I'm not not not going to speak of how disappointed I am in Google for removing GFC, but, who knows. Maybe they aren't and it's just the blogosphere over reacting. Lets keep our fingers crossed, hmm?
E.T.A

Or, you can always like Cheery-O's Facebook page, as I post links to new posts there..... 

*winkwink* *hinthint* *youreallyshouldlikethepage* *ok?*

So....yeah. Thats about it. 

Till next time,

Cheerio me ol' cream crackers.

-Ashley: The girl who photographed.

And so all good things come to pass...

“Hope
Smiles from the threshold of the year to come,
Whispering 'it will be happier'...” 

-Tennyson

I highly doubt so, Mr. Tennyson.

This year has been an amazing one for me. 

I might even be bold enough to state it was my best year every.

2012, the year our world ended, was the year my world began, in sort. 

In Two Oh One Two, I met so many people, made so many new friends, and discovered so many new things in life.

~I turned Sixteen this year, and began singing "Sixteen Going on Seventeen" whenever the urge hit me.  I began my cautious and timid activity of driving on "the big roads" (AKA: any road with a speed limit above 10MPH).

~I began my friendship with Mirriam, Grace and Emma, Sky, Grace, (yes, two Grace's! I confuse my family. lol) and  Autumn.

~I started and Finished NaNoWriMo.

~The tea spitters formed.

~I got more involved in my writing, and began to look on it differently.

~I became a Marvel girl.

~I became a proud child of two worlds, (Trekkie/Warsie).

~I discovered Instagram, and met a few more cyber friends through there. 

~I was blessed to meet Rane, and Mir, and Ariel, and Lynx, and Eva, Jade and Beck, and everyone else whose name is writ with ink. (Mirriam....you may gloat that more than half of the characters are yours..)

~'Shiny' became more than an Adjective to me.

~I discovered, on a whole, loads of new fandoms, and grew in my already loved fandoms.

If I had to sum this year up in one word, I'd use 'Growth'.  

Growth

 [grohth] 

noun

the act or process, or a manner of growing; development; gradual increase.

 

 

 

This year, I learned so much about myself, and people around me.  My eyes have been opened to things I, in a childlike state, was blissfully unaware of.   I have learned to accept myself, in a way, I've never felt before.  I now no longer care that I'm weird, or that my voice cracks a little when I sing 'Phantom of the Opera', or that I have a illness with no cure. I even, *gasp!* talk about my bursitis to friends and on the internet! Last year, 2011 and the years previous, I was afraid to show my talents.  

I was like a hidden chest, tucked safely under the ground. No one could get me there, in my safe hole in the hard ground.  But, neither could I bless the world.  And then, rain fell on me, and the ground is slowly washing away.  

I'm not about to sing in front of total strangers, I'm not there yet,  but I finally sing in front of my family.  You have no idea how much of an improvement that is for me.  

I have opened up my writing to a select few, while as, previously, no one read it, and no one dare ask.  

And, I learned new talents, met similar friends, and on a whole, was blessed for the cracking upon of my secret self.

No longer am I half dead manikin going through life with the movements.

My heart has grown to feel more deeply than I could have felt before, and has began the shedding of that dark, hard, outer crust.

Am I done growing? Nope. I hope to keep on growing until the day I die, and hopefully, maybe, help people grow too.

I know some people are really big on the whole 'Resolutions' thing. I'm not.  In the beginning of 2012, I made loads, and finished none.   It makes you feel really crummy when you set these goals, and can't reach them. 

But, I'm going to make one, and just one, resolution.

Live.

I want to walk to the edge of the proverbial cliff, and jump. To let myself fall even though I'm afraid of heights.   To live life to the very fullest, and let nothing hold me back. Live to face my fears, and live life as if there is no tomorrow, for who knows? Maybe there isn't.

I might even sky dive for real even though I am, literally, afraid of heights. anything more than 2 stories, and I get woozy and panic.

I want to thank, again, each person who made this my growing year:

Mirriam: 

  You were the first real cyber friend I truly made.  I'm still shocked that an awesome person as yourself found little ol me interesting. You, my dear, were one of the main reasons I began to crack open and truly be me.  Its hard to not be yourself when your talking to a person with such vigor for life, and who accepts herself as much as you do.  Truly, you were the best role model I could have had. 

-The ASLF.,DWNJKL;DQCDNBS-er

Grace/Fallon:

You, you crazy you, have been awesome.  Even though I knew of you before (I think) 2012, this year I really got to know you.  You might say it's my fault for getting you into Star Trek, Doctor Who, and Sherlock, and I will gladly take every and any blame.   But, you also helped me into Fandoms, or, rekindle, fandom love.  Les Miserable? Your fault.  I really look forward to getting to know you even better, and meeting you. T'is a pity we live so close, and yet have YET to meet.  If I hadn't said I was going to make only one resolution, I would add driving down to you to my list. And than, of course, thanks to you, I know River Song and the Doctor, which is...awesome.  I love your parents, ok?

-The One To Blame

Dear Sky: 

Thank you thank you thank you.

For fangirling over Vice with me (and his babies...that sounded awkward...XD) and for creating Rane so I can fangirl over him and his adorafeelable sons.  Thank you for Beautiful People, and for helping me embrace my Bursitis. I don't really know, though I hope it is so, if Spilled has helped any one else, but it has me. It's made me realize I'm not just an invalid, I'm a fighter.  

-Ash-o-lee

To ALL the Tea Spitters:

Thanks to you girls, I'm sharing my writing.  And thanks to you girls, I have a whole new vocabulary, such as "Slogging through Acorn Butter" "Peic" "Concenfocustrate" and, of course, "Closing my Fingers".

If it wasn't for you crazy crazing girls, NaNoWriMo would have been a lot less fun.  The word wars, the adorafeelable excerpt sharing, and all around friendship of you awesome Author Lassies, I don't know if I could have closed my fingers on NaNoWriMo.

-Swonker

Dear Grace and Emma:

Meeting you girls was the highlight of this summer.  Talking books, and life, and music, and everything in between was just...awesome.  I know your mom commented on me running to meet your family like y'all were super stars, but, in reality, you truly deserved it.  You, Grace, are such a beautiful, uplifting, person.  A breath of fresh water to my soul.

Wait....that means I would be drowning....

I breath or fresh AIR to my soul.

And Emma, keep growing beautiful.  Your smile, your laugh, and your ever bounding joy is just...heartening.

-The Florida Girl

Autumn:

You keep up your Cia thing, and I'm going to be hopelessly stuck in star wars' EU.  You are awesome, K?  I'm really excited about your move, and I'm hoping, beyond all hopes, to get to meet you, offically, and fangirl, and play Video games, because thats who we are.  And, we'll probably talk end on end about how awesome Grace is too...

I really need to talk to you more, as you are super fun.

Gah. Another mini 2013 Resolution...I guess it can't hurt, hmm?

-Ashley Amidala

And to all 177 Followers:

Do you realize how much of a blessing you are to me?  You listen when I babble, and comment on my insanity.  I fully realize blogging isn't about the followers, but it sure makes the experience 100% better.  Especially when I have such beeeaaauuuttiiifffuuulll followers as your lovely selves.

-CheeryO Author.

In a few hours, 2012 will pass into history, and 2013 will begin.  I'm looking towards this new  year with bitter sweet emotions.  I can only hope Twenty Thirteen keeps to the incredible stream Twenty Twelve has. 

So, for the last time this year,

Cheerio me old cream crackers.

“Tomorrow, is the first blank page of a 365 page book. Write a good one”

-Brad Paisley 

"People who ain't from the south....

....Think BBQ means cookout, and there is something there wrong about"

We spent our Friday and Saturday at a BBQ competition and fund raiser. It was fun, and definitely interesting.  I got my first taste of a gypsy lifestyle, and, well, I smelled like BBQ smoke when I got home.

 I brought my camera along, because, frankly, I go nowhere without Camryn. Especially if it is over night. Think of it, someone might break into my house and steal her! So, Friday night, I was all over the place, snapping photos like the crazed photographer I am.  And I was extremely happy when one of the other contestants walked over to our cooking tent the next morning, asking, "Where is the photographer girl?". They needed me to take pictures of the teams, and, well, they saw me running everywhere with a semi-professional camera, and sought me out. I tell you, it was a small matter, but it felt wonderful. My heart was going, "FINALLY! acknowledgement!"

 Our cooking tent looked really cool.  It was just a normal festival canopy, but, thanks to having a brother who desires to be a electrician, ours was the most well (And safely) lit. And it looked positively magically gypsy.  Except it used electricity.

 I experienced with night Bokah Friday evening.  The Competition location was right next to a extremely active road, and there were cars going by all night long. And the drivers kept yelling at us. From cat calls, to compliments on the smell, to garblish we couldn't understand. 

 Evan sat up here for a good thirty minutes, claiming it to be his 'Hawkeye' perch.  Ok, Katniss boy.

 Friday night wasn't all that eventful, we set up our tents, unpacked our equipment, and ate a extremely late dinner (Who has ever tried to make a soup on a smoker? Me!). And then we had to work out where everyone was going to sleep. There wasn't room for a real camping tent, so the boys and Daddy (And a Firefighter friend, Mr. Mike) all stayed out in camp chairs and hammocks.  The little girls laid blankets out in our equipment trailer, and me, Mama and Shiloh bunkered down in our van. We laid all the seats down, and thus started a pretty long night.  Vehicle chairs were made for over night sleep. At least, not ours. I'm still bruised.  But, it was fun. I've never really gone to a sleep over, and this, between my Mom and I, was the closest thing. We talked and giggled for a bit before we finally started falling asleep while the other one was talking. Morning came early, and after 5AM, I just couldn't sleep anymore due to my side being so sore, I thought I was going to die.

 A rare moment of Shiloh actually playing nicely with her baby doll, instead of tormenting it.  I swear, this kid could be the female incarnation of Sid from Toy Story sometimes...

 When a bunch of Firefighters get together and compete for anything, its bound to be 1) Fun.  Most firefighters are so funny, and light hearted. I guess you have to be, if you run into burning buildings, and your job requires the possibly threat of death.  I'm proud to be a FireFighter's daughter. And 2) Very competitive. They might joke around, and congratulate each other, but you don't dance around a competition between Firefighter's.
And, in case you were wondering, the fund raiser was for a Children's burn camp called 'Camp Amigos'.  Its motto is, "Healing burns from the inside out". It is a really cool camp, it helps children who have been burned, and is run by firefighters.

 And of course, there were Firetrucks. Titus was clearly enthralled.

And a paramedic helicopter made a guest appearance.

 Titus waving to the 'copter as it came down.  He kept trying to unpuzzle how something so big could fly. No, really. I asked what he thought about it, and his reply, "I like it, I just don't un'erstand how it flys"

 And a horse. Wait, let me rephrase that, *clears throat*...
AND A HORSE.
Ok, much better. I went to pet him, and had to chide myself. As I approached him, my stomach got all in knots, I started getting strangely excited, and yet nervous, and realized, "I'm acting like a girl approaching her crush". Yep, that's me. The Horse girl. 
And horse lashes, aren't they beautiful?

 We had to do something much different this time, we had to use garnish. Now, that might seem to be a very small thing, but my family has had no practice on this, and it took all 5 of us (Me, Mama, Daddy, Evan, and Mr. Mike) to arrange these. But, it was a requirement to use garnish, and so we did. I don't think we did half bad. What do you guys think? ;)

 Titus did not like Sparky the Dalmatian, and this was the closest thing I could get him to do close to a hug. And when Sparky 'asked' for a high five, Titus told him, under no uncertain tone, "No". And laughed cruelly when Sparky 'cried'.  But, I might be scared of a huge dog too...And then again, I always loved Santa pictures....

 Singers. They also had dancers, but I wasn't sure if the dance Mom's would like if I snapped pictures of their daughters, most who were under 13.
I've heard some pretty terrible singers at festivals and cook offs, but these guys weren't half bad.

 Titus might have held Sparky in great disdain, but he loved the giant bear in a hat, AKA, Smokey bear. As soon as he saw him, he started yelling, "Mr. Bear-man! Mr. Bear-man!" in which I gave him the correct name of 'Mr. Bear-Man' and then Titus proceded to laugh and call his name while running towards him with his arms wide open. Ok then.
And he requested I get his picture with 'mokey, I had a hard time keeping Titus from following him all around the park.

And even shy Bitsy got a picture.
(I'm sorry, Smokey's face reminds me of the pedo-bear meme....).

And then, we won 1rst place in the pulled pork, 4th in Chicken, and 12th in ribs (I still don't know what to say, the ribs were GOOD).  And, me and my brothers won tshirts, mugs, a $20 gift card to Winn-dixie, and a mini shop vac in the raffle (We are somehow good at raffles) and then packed up, and went to our Grandparent's, where I photographed that lovely tom cat.

I had fun, it was busy, and we were all exhausted afterwards. And, it was pretty cool when in the middle of all these country songs, they started blasting PSI's Gangam Style. The desire to dance was pretty overpowering. Very overpowering. But, they must've decided that having a sudden, impulsive dancing crowd wasn't a good idea, and they stopped playing it. Dang. I was getting excited. XD

So, yeah.

And has anybody looked at the calander? October 28th people! The days till NaNoWriMo are quickly becoming shorter. I want to do a vlog before I start, but, lets see how that works. Also, I think I'm going to try to do weekly vlog updates during November, but lets see how that works out, hmm?

So how was your Weekends, guys?

Oh, and in case you were wondering what I was quoting in the Title, and first line of this post, Here ya be:

Ok. I'm done. Goodnight.

The girl who rambles,
The girl who sings songs that hold no symbolism to her life,
The girl who takes pictures of every thing that crosses her path,
Ashley.

Independence Day

 How was every body's Independence Day this year (My Dad would be disappointed to hear me call it 'The Fourth'. You have no idea how much that bothers him)?   I had a great day celebrating freedom.  We did our normal Independence day thing, went to the Family Reunion for my Mom's family. That is the only day we really get to see them, so its a pretty special day to my Mom. It's pretty much 'her' day. We don't dare make any other plans that could upset her reunion. Lest you think my mom is a boss, and mean, she ISN'T but, if you only get to see your Dad and Sisters, and cousins once a year, wouldn't you be picky on that day too? I would.

 Most of the day was actually spent with my Aunt Kristine, Uncle Johnnie, Aunt Jodie, Uncle Jimmie, Aunt Gay and Uncle Smiley's (Note: Smiley and Gay aren't their real names. When they were little, before they even met, they were nicknamed Smiley and Gay due to always being happy. Ironic, isn't it?) campground.  And, of course, all my guy cousins. I only have, like, 3 girl cousins. One (Brooke) didn't come, another (Becca) Drove home, and the Third (Tracy) is in her twenties. So, I've got more guys then girls, and I spent most of my time between Aunt Kristine, Tracy, and Mama.

But anyway, those little wrestling guys were all lined up on the fence, and looked so funny, I had to get a picture.

 

 Believe it or not, last year, this place was full of water all the way up to the tree line. This, folks, is Porter Pond.  Around Decemeber 2011, the sink hole in the middle opened up again, and sucked everything dry. Well, mostly dry. There are a few waist high holes of water that are Alligator ridden, and not very safe to swim in. Will the water come back? possibly. It has for the last twenty years done this on and off. But maybe this was the last time. Who knows.

 Had I been standing here a couple of months ago, I'd be feet under water. But now? Nope.

 Sadly, with all the water being MIA, this has given apparent reign to mud boggers. But, with it being right on a campground, and being State property besides that, its illegal. Aunt Kristine said the Sheriff had already been out twice, but the boggers managed to hide themselves and he couldn't catch anybody in the act.

 Whats left of Porter Pond. Nice, huh? lol. Thats a boat ramp, BTW.

 Me and Shiloh!

 And this young man (My brother, Zeb) had a dramatic experiance. A few days ago, he cut himself with a hatchet on the foot, and we had told him he wouldn't be able to swim. However, my Dad caved, and let him, just warning him against infection, bursting the stitches..etc etc. Since Porter Pond was dried up, we went to a Creek a few miles away. We had never been there before, and it was pretty deep. Well, Zeb is a very good swimmer, and started to swim across the creek (It was pretty big. More like a mini river) and got caught in a currant. We didn't notice at first. He fought against it, and it dumped him a few feet from us but across the creek. By then, all his energy was gone. But, he couldn't touch the bottom where it had placed him. He kept going under, and pushing up from the bottom, just enough to get his head barely over the top, and down again. In all ends, he was drowning. We noticed him bobbing, and tried calling, asking what he was doing, but he didn't reply. At that point, Mama and Aunt Gay heard him call out for help, and They started shouting that he wasn't ok. Daddy and Aunt Gay were going to go in, but this complete stranger jumped in, and was across the creek in a matter of seconds. That was TOTALLY a God thing. Even for a lifeguard, it would be impossible to get across that fast. He drug Zeb up onto the shore, and called for someone to bring a boat. Uncle Jimmie brought his boat over, and the guy swam back. Zeb had absolutely no energy whatsoever, a couple seconds more, and he would'nt have been able to even clear his head over the water. Zeb doesn't remember even getting caught in the currant. He remembers trying to swim across, then being put in a boat. He can't even remember calling for help. The thing that gives me shivers, is, I hadn't seen the man who helped Zeb around the water before he jumped in. And we had been there for awhile. And then, I didn't see him again afterwards. He seemed to have disappeared. All day, Alabama's 'Angels Among Us' has been playing through my head. And I had a good cry while listening to it this morning.  It really was  a miracle. Zeb was far enough away, Mama and Aunt Gay under normal circumstances probably shouldnt've been able to hear him. The Speed that Man got across the water. And that Man anyway.   We are currently thanking God for letting us keep Zeb this much longer.

 Little Cousins. Sydney is a couple weeks older then Shiloh,  and the two of them got along smashingly. After a bit of hair pulling, and pushing down, that is.

 Uncle Danny (My dad) playing with Sydney.

And now, for the finale of every Independence Day:

So, there was my Independence day. I'm really glad God had his hand on Zeb, and it didn't really sink in until this morning the sheer miracle he gave to us.

Signed with Happy Tears,
Ashley.