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Colleen Coble writes romantic suspense with a strong atmospheric element. A lovable animal of some kind--usually a dog--always populates her novels. She can be bribed with DeBrand mocha truffles.
Denise Hunter writes women's fiction and love stories with a strong emotional element. Her husband says he provides her with all her romantic material, but Denise insists a good imagination helps too.
Diann Hunt writes romantic comedy and humorous women's fiction. She has been happily married forever, loves her family, chocolate, her friends, chocolate, her dog, and well, chocolate.
Cheryl Hodde writes romantic medical suspense under the pen name of Hannah Alexander, using all the input she can get from her husband, Mel, for the medical expertise. For fun she hikes and reads. Out of guilt, she rescues discarded cats. She and Mel are presently taking orders from four pampered strays.
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Awww... what an absolute DOLL!!! And what a GRANDMA!! Spoiling her like that ... you sound just like my Mom (will be!) :)
Special memories ... I lived with my Gramma for a year when I was 19 and "spreading my wings". I spread them as far as Gramma's house. I turned into a veritable BORE of a teenager to my friends. I'd go home and Gramma would have coffee on and afghans in the chairs. We'd watch Wheel of Fortune at 6:30, then shut the TV off and read until the 10:00 news. Then Gramma would go to bed and I would slowly follow to my room and read for another two hours ... only to wake to the smell of brewing coffee.
Gramma came to my baby shower on Sunday and cried thinking of me having a baby. She prays for me everyday.
I love GRAMMAS!!
I loved your comment, Jaime! What a wonderful Gramma you have!
Colleen, Alexa is very blessed to have you and Dave for grandparents! You are making wonderful memories already with her!
I have wonderful memories of running home after school and sitting on the front porch with my grandma (she lived across the street from us).
I also have wonderful memories already with our grandchildren. My oldest granddaughter and I sit out in our courtyard and write in our journals together. We also knit/crochet together. I love every moment I get to spend with those kids. It's over so quickly.
I think of that song by the Gaithers, "We Have This Moment." It's so true. Every moment with my husband and family, friends, all of it, is a gift. I don't want to waste any of it!
Every birthday we have birthday breakfast! On that day, I decorate the kitchen and have a big birthday cake of their choice from a local bakery. I let them eat cake for breakfast. We still have big family birthdays where cousins, aunts, uncles and grandparents, but the mornings are fun! I send them to school full of cake. It reminds me of Bill Cosby show "dad is great, gives us chocolate cake." They look forward to it every birthday.
My twins had their 12th on Sunday so I had two cakes to chose from~really a cake and cookie cake. I hope they pass the tradition onto their children b/c it has really been special to them.
Colleen, you will be the BEST grandma, and it appears you have some competition for the title. What great memories.
My grandmother lived with us for awhile. I enjoyed her, but she wouldn't let me get away with anything. My mother did, but when Grandma lived with us, I had to toe the line. NOT fun for a born liar like me.
Cheryl
Loving these memories, friends! Thanks for sharing!
"we really do just have this one day to hold and . . . we should make each day count for eternity. . . . shows her a glimpse of God's love."
Tears, Colleen. Sweet tears.
Oh, how hard to pick! Watching my daughter Katy graduate from high school in May, knowing she was finally done and all of her hard work paid off...and knowing I had only ONE MORE graduation coming in three years...
Watching our adopted daughter give birth to her son...and being so proud of her, laboring so hard to bring that little guy safely into the world...
Watching him learn to roll over, to scoot, to crawl...he's five months old and it seems like yesterday he was barely alert...
Hi Colleen -
One memory, is of my oldest daughter being in kindergarten. Every day, a child was chosen to take home the 'surprise box' and then bring something to share with the class. Day after day, she came home empty handed. So, one night, I prayed with her that God would let her get the surprise box.
The next day I thought, "Lord, did I do the wrong thing -- what if your answer is no, or wait?". As I sat on the steps and watched waaay down the street, I saw her round the corner and start towards the house. In her hands was the surprise box. I could hear her yelling, "I got it mom, I got it!".
I breathed a sigh of relief and sent a God a quick "Thank, you Lord"!
Have a great day!
Cheri
Oh I LOVE that story, Cheri!
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