My Dad is my Hero

It takes a special kind of heart to love and raise someone else’s child. It takes a lot of courage and strength. That’s the kind of heart my Dad has. He didn’t have to be my Dad, but he chose to be. He didn’t have to love me, but he chose to.

Being a Dad is not an easy job, and there is no step-by-step instruction manual that comes with it. Through the years there were struggles and trials, but as a family we learned and grew together in strength and character.

When I look back over the years, I see a few things that I learned from my Dad. I learned about commitment, dedication, devotion, self-discipline and sacrifice. He gave himself, his time and his energy, to his family. I also learned about patience. I didn’t know it at the time, but my Dad was planting seeds in me, and those seeds grew and helped me to become the woman I am today.

Perhaps without realizing it, my Dad set the standard for me in what it means to be a good husband in the way he loved my Mom. He also set the standard for what it takes to be a good dad, because he is one to me.

My words are sorely inadequate to convey the full respect, admiration, thankfulness, and love I feel for my Dad. To put it quite simply, my Dad is my Hero.

Happy Father’s Day Dad! I love you very much!

Mom & Dad


Book Launch Countdown

Time for laughter and good cheer!

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Just as with “unexpected incidents” with the pets, things don’t always go according to plans when it comes to writing and publishing. But also as with the pets, when it comes to something you love and care about, you just don’t give up! It takes determination and commitment, and sometimes a lot of blood, sweat and tears. (Well, not really a lot of blood since books don’t usually bite, but you get the idea.)

Sadly, I didn’t make the goal of having our book out in time for Thanksgiving. But the good news is: the 1st book is finished and uploaded to Amazon for review – HURRAY! And I’ve already started working on the 2nd book of the series. So now that I’m on a roll (finally), be on the lookout for some laughter and good cheer with our furry friends.

Oh yea, in case you’re wondering what the books…

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Happy Thanksgiving!

Happy Thanksgiving!

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Today is Thanksgiving, and I didn’t quite reach my goal of publishing my new book. But rest assured, IT IS COMING!

In the meantime, I wanted to say “THANK YOU” to all of you for your support and friendship, and a special “THANK YOU” to all the caring people that make room in their hearts and lives for the critters!!!

I am thankful for all the love and joy my critters have brought to my life. Each has given a unique friendship, just as the people in my life have, and I am grateful to have been blessed with knowing each one.

The ups & downs, the joys & frustrations, the cleaning of messes, the tears & the smiles…all of these experiences have helped shape my life, and made the journey a rich and beautiful one.


God bless. – Amber & Christian

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Faith, Hope & Miracles

November 13, a “re-birthday”. That is the term my son Christian uses to describe the anniversary of his death and return from heaven. He says he was “re-born” on that day, and it is certainly worthy of a celebration.

After a horrible accident, Christian was dead for almost an hour. During that time, he was in heaven with Jesus, where he also met his older brother, Jason. The experiences Christian shared with us over the next few months were astounding to say the least. It changed our lives.

Birthday celebrations involve gifts, but instead of receiving, we want to give. Christian said that Jesus wants us to know that He loves us all, and He wants us to be encouraged with faith and hope. It is that faith and hope that inspired our book, “Faith, Hope & Miracles”, and it is our gift to you. We have made…

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The first snow of winter always bring out the kid in me!

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Most people like to sleep in on Saturdays, but around here, “Pee-o-clock” or “chase-my-tail-o-clock” usually arrives for Frodo between 3:30 – 4:00 AM.


Good morning. It’s Pee-o-clock!”

This morning was no different, except that we woke up to the first snowfall of the year.


When I opened the door to let the dogs out, instead of the usual leaps and bounds down the steps, there was a cautious investigation of the cold white surface, every inch of the porch being sniffed.

Even though it was not the first snow for either dog, (Sydney has seen 9 winters, and this is Frodo’s 2nd) both dogs appeared as excited as if it were their first.

As they began rolling and rubbing around in the snow, I walked down the hill into the woods. I stood there listening, and the only sound I could hear was the sound of snow…

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It happens to all of us…

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bad hare day

Have you ever had one of those days when you wish you could go back to bed and just start over? Or perhaps just skip it altogether?

Today started out that way. But after taking some time off to just play with my furry kids, the day got better. Funny, how they always manage to do that!

Do any of you find that having a little playtime with the pets helps you unwind and de-stress? What are some ways your pets help you relax?

Have a great weekend, and hug your furry friends! – Amber & Christian

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Thank you to all the heroes! God bless you all!

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I remember. I was in my van alone, at work and I turned on the radio. The DJ was babbling in his normal way, and I didn’t want to hear chatter, just music. I turned the dial to another station, and they were chattering too, something about a “horrible situation”. I turned to a 3rd station. This time I heard the words, along with the panic in the DJ’s voice.

I remember the feeling as strongly today, as that day 13 years ago. A feeling that swept through this nation. There were many tears, along with fear, anxiety, and anguish. But slowly, in the following hours and days, almost like a faint whisper, a sense of unity, a bond of comradery began to spread. It was unspoken, like a somber resolve of peace and determination. And a silent hope grew as so many came together to help.

I remember the images showing…

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