Adoption, Everyday, Family, Inspirational Thoughts, Medical

Fall is Finally Here

Fall is Finally Here

Fall is finally here and guess what?  It brings the rain.  That’s okay, we need it and I love a good gentle rain with a nice breeze.

Waking UP is Hard to Do

This morning, I woke up with a start.  I never heard Hunter make all the sounds that Hunter makes when he is up. Going to bed too late, taking 2 Aleve for a toothache, and the rainy day made me oversleep.

When I looked at the clock and it is 10!  Next, I turned over and saw Hunter staring at me.  Then, I turned back over and Big Daddy was still in bed, with his breathing machine on.  I had a brief moment of panic.

Then I Realized

It was Saturday.  We had nowhere to go, nothing planned, nothing to do.  Hunter did not necessarily need a nap, so allowed my body to relax again.  Big Daddy got up with Hunter and I fell back asleep.

This time, I woke up at 11:30.  It was really nice.  Well, that part was nice and then I had a meltdown.  Hunter came back upstairs to snuggle.  I realized, as he lay next to me, his body was shaking.

My Heart Began to Ache

We have done all that we know to do.  He has a Neuro that says nothing can be done.  There is a “movement” specialist, who just wants to observe him.  The FL dr, who is so expensive (but worth it).  Then there is the Amish dr who prescribes these horrible tasting herbal remedies.

Let’s not forget the Theratog, the weighted vests, the special diet, the vitamins, the chemo, the IVIG, and the ACTH.  That would be awful to forget those things.  We have had him prayed over, blessings released over him, people come over to pray for him.  There are strangers who see him out, ask his name, and say they will pray for him.


God does not move.  Maybe He is moving and the flesh of my eyes just cannot see Him.  All I see is shaking.  I see him falling.  Him wanting to feed himself, but can’t.  My eyes move to him trying to get a drink and blooding his lip because he shakes so badly.

I do not see God moving.  Maybe I’m not looking hard enough.  Selfishness, maybe I’m selfish because I desire him to live a normal 4-year-old life…yet he doesn’t.  Lack of faith could be an answer for me.  Hunter has faith, I know that.  There are people around me who have faith, but maybe I lack it.


I have to remind myself that I may not “see” God moving.  Somewhere, though, He is because that is His promise.  Refocusing is what I need to do.  I do not see the wind, yet it is windy today.  I can go outside and *feel* the wind on my face.

That could be it.  I need to *feel* Him again.  Anger has hardened me, in some way.  It makes me not want to feel anymore because not feeling is easier.  Emotionless, that is how some people describe me.

What You Don’t Know

Is that I’m overly full of emotion.  I just don’t show it to every Tom, Dick, and Harry that passes me by.  Emotions are kept close to my heart.  When I feel safe, I can release them.  Most of the time, I do it alone.  Just me and God, having it out, lots of yelling (mainly by me).

Occasionally, Big Daddy will catch a glimpse.  Rarely, do my kids see it.  They have enough of their own stuff, in dealing with Hunter’s condition.  I will not let them see me lose my crap.  My job is to comfort them and encourage them.

New Season

A new season is upon us.  I’m excited.  The cool, crisp air of fall is my favorite.  I can still picture, driving up my grandparent’s hill, seeing Grandaddy sitting on the porch.  He’d have his jacket on, with the collar pulled up and his hat pulled down.  His eye would narrow on the cars that were passing by beyond the hill.  He loved the fall.

The old is passing away and it gives everyone a chance to just rest in the quietness of life.  Then, with spring, comes new life and new beginnings.  I encourage you all, to bloom where you are planted.  Where the Lord plants you is created perfectly for who you are and what He has planned for you.

Everyday, Family

7 Ways to Know You Need a Self-Care Day

7 Ways to Know You Need a Self-Care Day

7 Ways to Know You Need a Self-Care Day

  • Planned ignoring of your family and friends happens every 5 minutes
  • When you realize you have not brushed your hair in 3 days
  • Meltdowns are happening (on your part and not your children’s part) daily
  • You find yourself hiding in the bathroom more often than not
  • The sound of your children inhaling the oxygen you are breathing bugs you
  • Going to get the mail is a vacation
  • The sound of a particular child’s voice makes you want to run down the road naked screaming at the top of your lungs

Last Night

Big Daddy got home early, yesterday.  He had to go and do weapons training, therefore, it was a short day for him.  On his way home, he called to see if I wanted lunch.  I have not been particularly hungry, lately, but I told him to pick me up a salad.

Once home, he found me where I always am…at the dining room table.  The table is filled with schedules.  There are Bible reading schedules, menu schedules, yearly school schedules, and daily school schedules.  I also had an array of Dr. Seuss books and Sandra Boynton books stacked up.

My Days

Since school started, the dining room table is where you can find me at any given moment of the day.  There are occasions when I hide in the bathroom.  I may have been found lying in the fetal position, in the closet, and sometimes I am in the kitchen starting supper.

My days are exhausting, though you wouldn’t be able to tell from the state of my house.  See, I have 5 kids at home (one is married and one is in college or working).  Two of my kids have some learning issues going on, one rushes through everything and has to redo everything.  One particular child has a word and question quota that MUST be reached every day or she will self-implode.

Then There is Hunter

Hunter consumes 99% of my day.  Physically, he struggles, so his every move has to be monitored.  I was trying to get his medications rolling, he started shaking so badly that he shook backward and landed on my apple head Chihuahua.  I thought he killed her.  It was bad.

He wants to “do school” so badly, but there are so many times he cannot physically sit still or hold a pencil.  So, he wants to play with play-doh, play with sand, read books, play with legos, etc.

While I am grading papers, answering questions, doing my work, fielding phone calls, planning/starting supper, he is glued to my hip.  He wants to do all the things, all the time and he cannot do them by himself.

He Knows Me

Thankfully, Big Daddy knows me.  He knows when I’ve had my belly full.  After our lunch, I asked if he cared if I went to town…alone…and he said:  “GO.”  He did not have to tell me twice.

Off I went.  I didn’t brush my hair, change my clothes, or put on makeup.  I just went.  Mom and daddy were on my to-do list.  I had an overwhelming desire to just go and set with them.  I cried and prayed all the way to Paducah.

We Had the Greatest Visit

I got to see K and J (Hunter’s biological brother and sister).  I also saw my sister.  Shopping is not my favorite thing to do in the history of ever, but that did not stop me.  Kohl’s, Michael’s, Hobby Lobby, Old Navy were some of the stores I visited.

At Michael’s, I found some artwork. In Old Navy, I found a dress.  They were both on sale.  Then, I did something crazy!  Dillard’s!  Never have I shopped in that store, but today, I stepped out of my comfort zone.

Makeup Counter

I meandered to the makeup counter and I asked the 12 yr old girl and the 40 yr old woman to help a girl out.  There was a brief moment of stating that I want to look natural.  My makeup needs to be simple, and I do not want to look like a prostitute.

We had so much fun and yes, I did buy some makeup.  She informed me that I didn’t need to keep makeup for more than a year (mine was going on 3 or more cause I just don’t wear it often).

Coming Home

When I got home, from my self-care, afternoon, it got even better.  Big Daddy had almost finished painting the living room, papers were graded by him (and Alyssa the next day), and he cooked supper.

He hugged me, told me he loved me, that I looked beautiful and supper would be ready in a bit.  That was just the respite I needed to snap out of this funk that has been swirling around in me.

Moral to the story:  Find a fella like Big Daddy.

Adoption, Family

5 Unexpected Ways Starting Over Can Make Your Life Better

5 Unexpected Ways Starting Over Can Make Your Life Better

5 Unexpected Ways Starting Over Can Make Your Life Better

These are the 5 unexpected ways starting over can make your life better. After a *rough* start (and finish) to my day, I decided to just begin again.  As I sat in my bed, crying, I felt the Lord impress on me.  These are some simple things that I (and you) can do that can make my life (and the lives of my children) better.

  1. Hug your difficult child.
  2. Give encouragement, even if it is through gritted teeth.
  3. Pray often.
  4. Smile more.
  5. Begin again.

Choose to start over.

A new book.  Chapter 1.  Page 1.

It is NEVER too late to begin again.

Do NOT feed into the lies of Satan.

You are NEVER “too far gone.”

NEVER too old.

You will not be sorry.

God.  Is.  Bigger.

Inspirational and Encouraging Bible Verses

Cut it, Grind it, Make it into Ash, Burn It



An Anniversary of Champions (Long Lasting Marriage)


The act of marriage is what brings us together….today.

In living marriage, one realizes it is hard.

My parents are celebrating 56 years of marriage.  Their marriage is standing on the Biblical love of Christ and forgiveness….forever and one day.

As an illustration, two people fall in love.  It is important to realize that these two people were raised differently but also have different belief systems, at the time.  With this in mind, I believe it is harder today rather than when my parents were young.

Now, kids have the added bonus of “life at your fingertips.”  There are cell phones, constant access to cable, social media has exploded.  You cannot even poop without posting about it on your multiple social media websites.  My parents fell in love a long long LONG time ago.  They were 16 and 18 yrs old.  See, first came conquest (according to daddy) …  uhm… LOVE (according to mom).  My parents married 56 years ago, today.  56 years.  Wow.  That seems forever ago considering I have only been married 24 years.


Mom and Dads wedding picture
Going to the chapel


Next came chaos in the form of bad haircuts and homemade clothes and a beatin’ or two. Shane, Kim, Tera, and Brandi.

The Family circa 1973
The 70s and it all broke loose.
Martha and Pop....Wow
The 70s led to this….

Shane & Gayla = Heather, Leigha & Nick, Stephanie, and Corey

Kim & Joe = Paige (Kaleigh & Jack), Amber & Sean, Aaron (Aiden)

Tera & David = Alex & Kristin (baby), Kelly, Maritess, Jonathan, Jonas, and Isaac

Brandi & Bart = Victoria & Ben, Alyssa & Jay, Grayce, Noah, Daniel, Jude, and Hunter

To emphasize, their love boils down to 4 kids; 4 in-laws; 20 grandchildren; 5 grandchildren in law; 5 great-grandchildren (Hunter is the only “twofer” in the bunch…he is a grandchild and a great-grandchild.

Forever Family
Family Ties that Bind.


All of that craziness led to TRUE love.

True Love Forever
55th Anniversary

On the negative side, they did not know a thing about what MARRIAGE was going to be like.  It must be remembered that these young kids had (have) excellent family support.  On the positive side, they knew they were in love and then they buckled in on the roller coaster of life.  Above all, I have learned so much from these two human beings.  My work ethic, my steadfastness, my love of Christ and family, faith, and forgiveness.

Books on Marriage

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Adoption, Family, Inspirational Thoughts, Medical

The Ache of Reality

The Ache of Reality
2016. Eating Out. Before he got sick.
2017. Over. It. After a treatment.
2017. Over. It. After a treatment.



I find myself, lately, with the ache of the reality of what surrounds our family.  Literally, my heart physically hurts.  I find myself going about my day and then all of the sudden, tears begin to flow freely.  I am not in control of this, sadly.  If I were in control, I’d stifle those suckers in an instant.  It is uncontrollable and unexpected.  I do not enjoy these moments.

Hunter is better.  He is still walking, most days.  Some things, he can feed himself.  There are days when he can hold a pencil (with assistance).  On a good day, he can sit on the potty (almost by himself).  There are things he can do, part ways.  Also, there are things he can do, all the way, occasionally.  Every day is a day and every day is different.  I never know what to expect day in and day out.


What spurred these emotions on was sorting through my external hard drive, one day.  I was organizing the 10s of thousands of pictures that I have had since 1994.  I was looking through my pictures/videos of 2015 and 2016.  In 2015, Hunter moved in with us in November.  He got sick on June 6, 2017.  I had almost 2 years of him being a healthy, typical, little boy.

Those days, I don’t remember or a time when he was not sick.  This realization cuts me to the core because I do not know what our future holds.  It is so scary to even think about.  Will he ever walk without assistance?  Will he ever feed himself?  Dress?  Do schoolwork?  Go to college?  Have a family?  Hold a job?  I know, I know, he is only 4.5 years old…but time marches on, now doesn’t it.

I find myself questioning God and the why’s of it all.  Hunter has already endured *so* much in his little life before he came to us.  He saw so much hurt, pain, violence, neglect and now this.  Why can’t he just be?  Why can’t he just live a normal life?  What more does this baby have to go through?

Then, I hear this one question rolling through my mind, like on a carousel.

“If I never heal him…will you still love me?”

That question is so easy, yet so hard.  It is easy because, of course, I will still love Him.  He is my Savior and my foundation.   The knowledge that He is my Alpha and Omega is overwhelming.  Yet, that love comes at the sacrifice of my son’s health and possible continued deterioration.  I want my son to be healed and to be okay.  It is my desire to see him have a full, healthy future.  Reality is, is I don’t know what his future holds and it makes me angry.

Anger is secondary to fear and sadness.  I fear that I will lose my son.  There is fear of people making fun of him, him getting hurt, or having to go back to the hospital.  I am sad because there is no treatment.  There is no medication, no protocol, no help or knowledge available.  Fear and sadness can overwhelm me if I allowed it too.  In having a propensity to depression, I have to be so mindful of my mental state in all of this.


It has been prophesied over me, my family, and Hunter that HOPE is the key word in our journey.  I have HOPE in the circumstances that we are going through.  This HOPE can only be found in the arms of my Jesus.

I’ve been super angry with Jesus, through all of this.  The love for Him has not changed, but I am angry (remember, fear/sadness).  Last night, we had a meeting…Jesus and me.  This meeting happened after Big Daddy prayed over me and I was fixing to go to bed.

When I came out of the bathroom, I saw my very still son, sleeping peacefully.   I sat by his bed and held his little hand.  There were no words spoken and no thoughts in my head.  I just sat there, in silence, staring at him, holding his hand.

The Floodgates Opened

There was so much that was said, so many tears that fell, and finally…peace.  I can, officially say, not just with head knowledge but with heart knowing that I will still love my Jesus if Hunter never is healed.  Hunter just being alive, has brought together our family in a way I never dreamed it would come together.

He has shown people perseverance in the face of pain and uncertainty.  When he smiles after IVs, chemo, IVIG,  ACTH shots, after traveling for hours/days, and long hospital stays, it melts your heart.  There may be a moment when he cries but then he tells whomever “thank you.”  Amazingly, he has shown grace through his misdiagnosis’ and he has shown tenacity in his ability to compensate for his deficits.


As we were snuggling, in bed, last night, I asked him if he was going to be better.  I didn’t allude to his illness or anything else.  I thought he would respond according to his behavior because it has been less than stellar.  He looked up to me and said “Yes.”  He said, “I’m going to stop shaking.”

Hunter has hope, therefore, I have hope.  We know Whom our HOPE is built on and we will love Jesus, regardless of if He heals him on this Earth or if He heals him on the other side of Heaven.

My Hope is Built on Nothing Less

My hope is built on nothing less
Than Jesus’ blood and righteousness;
I dare not trust the sweetest frame,
But wholly lean on Jesus’ name.
On Christ, the solid Rock, I stand;
All other ground is sinking sand.

When darkness veils His lovely face,
I rest on His unchanging grace;
In every high and stormy gale
My anchor holds within the veil.
On Christ, the solid Rock, I stand;
All other ground is sinking sand.

His oath, His covenant, and blood
Support me in the whelming flood;
When every earthly prop gives way,
He then is all my Hope and Stay.
On Christ, the solid Rock, I stand;
All other ground is sinking sand.

When He shall come with trumpet sound,
Oh, may I then in Him be found,
Clothed in His righteousness alone,
Faultless to stand before the throne!
On Christ, the solid Rock, I stand;
All other ground is sinking sand.

Adoption, Family

Happy 12th Birthday Jude

Happy 12th Birthday Jude

Happy 12th Birthday Jude

12 Fun Facts

  • First name:  Israel.  (Named by Noah)
  • Middle name:  Jude  Second middle name:  Abinet.  (Named by his birth mom)
  • Brothers:  Tibebu, Ephraim, Noah, Daniel, and Hunter
  • Sisters:  Victoria,  Alyssa, Grayce, Tinsae, Tamenech, and Birtukan
  • He will be home 6 yrs in December
  • Sports (and cards) #beast
  • Loves to watch me cook
  • Smile:  Lights up a room
  • Preciousness:  Unmatchable
  • Single-Sided Deaf
  • BAHA surgery
  • Smart and Talented

This child was prayed over by more people then I can even imagine.  His adoption story is one of sanctification.  It humbles me to even think back on our journey.  We are blessed.

Happy Birthday, my sweet boy.

I love your face off.

Adoption, Family

Happy 14th Birthday Daniel

Happy 14th Birthday Daniel

Happy 14th Birthday Daniel

14 Things To Know

Favorite food:  spaghetti.

My only dyslexic child.

Running is your sport.

Absolutely brilliant at lego construction.

Favorite subject:  history.

You know any and everything about every war that ever happened in the history of ever.

My only Pica child.

There is an intense love of all things that involve the armed services, police work, or firefighter work.

Favorite past time:  giggling at your own jokes.

Reading is a great love, though it is a great struggle.

You are *this* close to being taller than me.

You are a fish in the water.

Your foot is ginormous.

Your legs are uber long, but your waist is t-tiny.

We love you.


Adoption, Family, Inspirational Thoughts, Medical

Part 5: *Whatever* May Come My Way

Hope… theme word since May 2015.  Hope showed back up on July 8, 2018….B and I were late for church again (let us have a SHOCKER moment), luckily, he left the kids and me off at the door.  That allowed us to find a seat (in front of our favorite humans, Mr. Cliff and Ms. Jan.  While the kids sat down, I scurried Hunter off to his class.  For the purpose of playing with his “brother” and then I could sit in peace for a few minutes.

Well, God is the God of peace, but He also has an agenda.  As sweet Grace was doing worship, she started a song that I had never heard of “Come What May.”  Gracious.

Come What May:

In death and life, I follow You
In every season, this be true
‘Cause I chose this path and I made this vow
And I will never turn around

Nothing can hold me back from Your love
I’m following You, Jesus
Whatever may come my way

To live is Christ, to die is gain
I give it all for love’s true name
It brands my heart, and now I will rise
To bear the name of Jesus Christ

Nothing can hold me back from Your love
I’m following You, Jesus
Whatever may come my way

Come what may, I will obey
‘Cause I find my joy in bringing You praise

I will obey You, God, whatever man may say 
I stand on promises I know my God has made 
With no regrets in me, my lips will praise Your name 
And though the earth gives way, I will not be afraid 

‘Cause You are the Lord of Lords, You open every door 
You stand in victory, and now my heart is Yours 
I will trust in You, God, and I will not be moved 
When persecution comes, I choose to stand with You

I bolded what stopped me in my tracks.  Again, my head was down, I was singing in my spirit and then when those, unexpected verses (still, I did not know this song) came on… body started to react, and my hands were flying up in the air worshipping Jesus.  I almost, just almost, stood on the chair to get closer to God (kind of like southern women who make their hairs real big….the bigger the hair, the closer to God status).

In A Moment

In a moment, I looked over and saw Richie (our pastor) standing by Bart.  He asked if we would be willing to share our testimony about what has been going on.  We said yes, but my mind (flesh) was screaming…I have nothing to say.  I mean nothing is in my head. What on earth?

Things have been tough around my neck of the woods.  Every single child is struggling with something, as are Bart and I.  Our marriage is strained, our minds are twisted, we are feeling very alone, unloved, and with all that is going on……..we still have the massive needs of Hunter.

When this song was over, Richie said that he felt like the Lord was leading him to ask us to speak because man is telling us so much…yet we are trying so hard to seek His face.  There are days, when I seek His face, with my eyes shut.  You know, when children play hide and seek…if their little eyes are closed, they can’t see you and you can’t see me, but we can turn our heads to a voice….that’s kind of like the life we all had been living.

The Baseball Cap…Let Hope Arise


Finally, we have answers to our medical questions, in regards to Hunter.  Yet, his doctor is still trying to get us to nail jello to a wall.  First, he has strep, then he has Cerebellitis, then there is the diagnosis of OMS, next is possibly has SCA. Un the end, he has 1 copy of the MRE11A mutation on gene 11, which correlates with ATLD1, then he has degenerative ataxia of unknown etiology.  Blah blah blah blah.  I am SO sick of listening to the voice of man dictating every aspect of Hunter’s life.  Sick.  Of.  It.

As we got up there, we made it through the testimony….only to be blindsided by a baseball cap……



Happy 84th Birthday, Lady

My Lady and Me

My Lady began calling me Ramona as her mind came in and out.  She also referred to herself as Stacy.  We got tickled when she came back around, and I would tell her.  I loved to cook for her, for her birthday.

It overwhelmed her having all my kids in her house, surrounding her table.  She would sit, talk, laugh, and just absorb those crazy moments.  Her eyes would dance and sparkle as she helped my kids with different projects, while I cleaned the kitchen.

She also enjoyed us taking her out to dinner.  She and her boyfriend (Bart) would put me in the backseat, and they would hang out in the front.  They solved the world’s problems.  They loved eating fish, together.

Bart would surprise her and bring her flowers, every once in a while.  She loved him for that.

I miss her laugh.

The thought of her singing, with her beautiful voice, makes my heart rejoice.  Her wisdom is something that I will hold onto forever and a day.  In this picture, she had just turned 80.

She wore my FAVORITE shirt.  Red was my favorite color on her.  She loved the water (as they owned a houseboat for a long time).  This shirt just was the epitome of what she liked and what I loved.

I would love to be sitting in her room, in my green chair and her in her leather chair.  I would love to be at that table again.

There are many times, I sat, in that chair and at that table, with my head in her hands while I cried and she prayed.

I miss hearing her praying over me.  Her guidance.  Her forthrightness.  I miss every single part of her.  Everyone needs a Lady.

Today is her first birthday that she is celebrating with Jesus and her Jerome.

I miss you more today, then I did yesterday.

Until I see you again.

I love your face off.


Adoption, Family, Inspirational Thoughts, Medical

Part 4: A New Day, A New Diagnosis

History of Hunter’s Diagnosis

It is a new day and a new diagnosis for my fella.  Dancing around truth (aka no one knows anything LOL).  This is a small snippet of Hunter’s diagnosis’ and what all he has been through to get to where he is.  So many months, so many procedures, so much medicine…..and now we have yet another new diagnosis.

June 6, 2017…..Life changed while he was sleeping. Hospital 1:  Lots of blood tests and urine tests.  Diagnosis 1:  Strep.  Antibiotic.  Go home.  He will be better in 10 days.

June 7, 2017…..Hospital 2:  MRI, blood test, urine test.  Diagnosis 2:  Cerebellitis.  Viral.  He will be better in 2 weeks.

June 8, 2017……..Hospital 3:  MRI, Xrays, Ultrasounds, Lumbar Puncture, EEG, blood test, urine test.  No clue.  Degenerative Neurological Disorder.  No clue as to what to do.

June 14, 2017…..Diagnosis 3:  Opsoclonus Myoclonus Syndrome.  High dose steroids, first dose of IVIG.

1 week later…chemo.

2 weeks after that…chemo

Monthly IVIG from then until April 2018.

Chemo 2 x after that.

ACTH (high dose steroid shots) from Dec 28, 2017-Feb 27, 2018)

More blood work.

April 2018….Hospital 4 to confirm dx of Hospital 3.  Fearing neurological degenerative process.

A week later…admission to hospital 4 for repeat of tests done a year ago.  MRI, Xrays, Ultrasound, Lumbar puncture.

Final dx from Hospital 4:  OMS

May 2018….Hospital 3 neuro says there is a good chance it is not OMS, but Spinocerebellar Ataxia.  Degenerative.  Neurological.  No cure.  No treatment.  It is genetic.  bloodwork.  He had not been walking up to that point.

A New Day

June 2018….unconventional treatment.

5 days later….he is walking on the beach.

July 2018….not SCA, final diagnosis:  1 copy of MRE11A mutation on chromosome 11.  Ataxia Telangictasia Like Disorder.

Then we have blah blah blah……..

He has been through so much.  Physically, mentally, emotionally.  He is exhausted.  We are exhausted.

I’m so sick of man and him telling me what is this, what is that, they don’t even know.  These drs have never seen this.

The things I know FOR SURE:

1.  He does not have Friedrich’s Ataxia.

2.  He does have a mutation on his MRE11A chromosome 11, which is ATLD.

3.  I cannot get a straight answer from anyone.

4.  We have good days and bad days.

5.  I am an EXPERT on my son and I will NOT waiver for life for the pride of another dr.

6.  He is cute.

7.  Best.  Smile.  Ever.

8.  He is also a turd.

9.  I will not compromise my faith.

10.  God.  Is.  Bigger.

48 Hr EEG

My Iron Man

This book on faith was written by a lovely woman that I knew when I was growing up….I encourage you to read this book.  It is an easy read and her faith, during her trials, is something to behold.

Colla Ro