Aimee needs your help.

Aimee is a 29-year old, loving, selfless, devoted mother of two beautiful girls, Lilly and Tessa. When Aimee was 30 weeks pregnant with Tessa she was diagnosed with breast cancer. As a result, Aimee's family and friends created this blog for two reasons. The first reason is to raise money to pay for the life-saving cancer treatment Aimee needs that her insurance company will not cover (the doctors estimate the cost to be $50,000). The second reason we created this blog is so that Aimee can help encourage others who face similar challenges by sharing her research, education and experiences with them. She wants to help others understand that, with the correct information, a cancer diagnosis does not have to be a death sentence, but instead, an invitation to living life abundantly, full of happiness, gratitude, laughter, health and love. We invite you to visit this blog often as Aimee will be regularly checking in with us to update us on her progress.

Many have asked, "How can I help?" There are also two answers to this question.
The first way to help is to keep praying for Aimee! She is so touched and moved by your prayers.

The second way to help is by making a donation to help pay for the cancer treatment prescribed by Aimee's doctors. Personal checks can be mailed to Aimee Young P.O. Box 5304, Modesto, CA 95352-5304. Credit card donations can also be made through the PayPal donate link in the right hand column of this blog. (You do not have to have a PayPal account to make a donation.) Aimee's doctor wants her to begin treatment immediately, so it is important that we raise enough donations quickly.

Mere words cannot fully express our gratitude for your support! Someone once said, "When we forget about ourselves, we do things others will remember."

Thank you for helping Lilly and Tessa's Mom!

Please help Aimee get the treatment she needs.

Visit her blog YOU CAN HELP MY MOM to donate and read her full story.

May the Lord bless you Aimee with a Miracle!

Welcome to Holland

This was a story that was given to me by my daughters first Special Ed teacher. How true this is.


“Welcome to Holland”.

I am often asked to describe the experience of raising a child with a disability - to try to help people who have not shared that unique experience to understand it, to imagine how it would feel. It's like this......

When you're going to have a baby, it's like planning a fabulous vacation trip - to Italy. You buy a bunch of guide books and make your wonderful plans. The Coliseum. The Michelangelo David. The gondolas in Venice. You may learn some handy phrases in Italian. It's all very exciting.

After months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. You pack your bags and off you go. Several hours later, the plane lands. The stewardess comes in and says, "Welcome to Holland."

"Holland?!?" you say. "What do you mean Holland?? I signed up for Italy! I'm supposed to be in Italy. All my life I've dreamed of going to Italy."

But there's been a change in the flight plan. They've landed in Holland and there you must stay.

The important thing is that they haven't taken you to a horrible, disgusting, filthy place, full of pestilence, famine and disease. It's just a different place.

So you must go out and buy new guide books. And you must learn a whole new language. And you will meet a whole new group of people you would never have met.

It's just a different place. It's slower-paced than Italy, less flashy than Italy. But after you've been there for a while and you catch your breath, you look around.... and you begin to notice that Holland has windmills....and Holland has tulips. Holland even has Rembrandts'.


But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy... and they're all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. And for the rest of your life, you will say "Yes, that's where I was supposed to go. That's what I had planned."

And the pain of that will never, ever, ever, ever go away... because the loss of that dream is a very very significant loss.

But... if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn't get to Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things ... about Holland.

c1987 by Emily Perl Kingsley. All rights reserved

Sew Fun!!!!

Little known facts about me

Here's a list of things you probably didn't know about me.

I am a Mother of a special needs child.



I love...

Tea...Iced & Hot

Romantic Homes Magazine

Romantic Decor in general



Flowers in every color of the rainbow



A cottage garden with a white picket fence



Embroidered pieces of fabric...by me or others



Blue Diamond's Almond Butter (its Peanut Free!)

Taking Black & White photos



My Mother's china



Weddings



Helping random people in my day to day routine

the Ocean



I want to someday live in a Lighthouse



Candles in soft, floral scents

This Blue & Green


Thanks for getting to know me better!!!

Save money with reuseable swiffer covers

Need to save pennies?

Christie's Cottage has these wonderful eco-friendly, reusable Swiffer Covers. You can dust mop with them. You can dust the walls with them. Swiff the ceiling fans. The even catch those pesky cob webs.

I used them today and wanted to swiff the house. I just love them. I had no idea they made them until I noticed Jacki promoting them on our BnS thread

Anyhoot....Get on over to her shop and buy some!!! You will not be disappointed. You'll save money in the long run.

Remembering Carla

Carla was a gal who, I lived across the street from, about 10 years ago. She was a young wife and mother. I say young because, she was about 21 and me...well, I was about 26. Not to far ahead of her...LOL! I haven’t talked or even seen her in 10 years. Nevertheless, I have thought of her often. Very often...actually. I ran into her Mother several years ago and she told me where her new residence was. I happened to drive past that house several times a week on my day to day routine. All the while thinking, tomorrow I will stop in and say hello. I never did. Then, they moved again...I didn’t know where to. But, I still go by that house and think of her. What she’s doing and how her children are.

Today, I had some time to open the newspaper and read through all my normal newspaper stops. Only today there was one stop that floored me....I recognized the face....but, how do I know this person? Then and only then, did I read the name in the Obituary column. There under the picture was the obituary of her husband. Oh My! Carla’s husband had died! (I bet you all thought it was Carla.) After reading it...I began to remember the 2 years I spent living across the street from this family.

I remember thinking...how little they had...but how happy she always seemed to be. On occasion she would call or come over with something that her husband did to upset her. But, those were far and few. I remember her home. It was always dusted and tidy. She loved to cook and garden. This was coming from a young gal. I babysat her sons. She had 2 at the time...now she has 3. I wonder if her oldest will remember me? It feels like so long ago. I wonder what happened during all those years.

I miss her. And so today I write about her. I will go to the funeral tomorrow. I hope she remembers me....loving...like I remember her. I will offer whatever I can to help her.

I regret not stopping by her home when I had the chance. Tomorrow, I will change that.


Prayers to you Carla and your family. May the Lord bless you and comfort you.

I can't believe I forgot...

I forgot to post a picture of this cake!!!!