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You Know What I Love About….

Essential Oils?

I love that my husband and kids do not ask for Tylenol, Ibuprofen, allergy meds, antibiotic ointment, etc.

Noah:  Mom, my nose is running.  Do you have a potion for that?

Me:  Yep, get the allergy roller bottle out and rub it in your hands and then put some on a tissue and smell it.  It will dry you up.  Also, get the immune roller and put it on your feet, just in case.

**I also get the onguard going in the diffuser with peppermint, lavender, breathe, and lemon in case it is a cold.**


G:  Mom, these zits are out of control.  Do you have an oil for that.

Me:  Yep, get the acne roller and put it on your face morning and night.  It will dry it up.


Alyssa:  Mom, can you put your oils in my shampoo to help my hair grow.

Me:  Yep.


Victoria:  Mom, I am struggling with my moods…can you make me a roller bottle?

Me:  Yep.


Big Daddy:  Brandi, can you make my knee medicine and then something for my goatee to be better.

Me:  Yep.


Hunter **after he saw my incisions from my surgery**:   Mommy, put some oils on your belly and you will feel better.

Hunter **before bed**:  Mom, can I have some oil on my wrists?


I have a wart…..Frankincense

I have skin tags….Frankincense

My arthritis is acting up….I need a roller bottle….panaway

I’m bleeding…..get the lavender.

Mom, we are out of cleaner…I’ll grab the vinegar and your oils.

My tooth hurts…I’ll grab the clove.

I have a belly ache…..Digestzen


Am I using oils to replace doctors?

Heck no.

We go to eye drs, regular drs, pediatricians, clinics, dentists, chiropractors….we go to them all and they take good care of us, but reality is is that Hunter cannot be around places like that because we have to do our best to keep him well.  When he is sick, his OMS rages like an angry lion and that leads to hospital stays, more chemo, more steroids, more IVIG and I do not want that for my 3 yr old.

Do oils heal everything?

That, I do not know.  All I know is that God is the Ultimate Healer and Physician.  I also know that I can take care of a lot of things here, from the privacy of my own home. When I can’t, I head to those that I entrust my children too.

This is not for everyone and I’m certainly not telling anyone how to live their lives and I am no doctor.

I am simply a mom…..trying to save money (hospital stays and chemo), do what is best for my family, eradicate the chemicals from my home, and do my best.

I have some Young Living, Doterra, Rocky Mountain Oils, Eden’s Garden, Puritan’s Pride, Fabulous Frannie, and Simply Earth oils.  All of these have passed the purity test EXCEPT Rocky Mountain Oils and it leaves a pretty good size oil stain….so there you have that.  Any questions…just ask 🙂

**Disclaimer:  I DO NOT sell them.  I am not brand loyal, though I do buy a brand and then I test it for purity.  If it is not pure….I don’t buy it anymore.  If it is, I count it a good day.**

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I Went to the Enemy’s Camp….

Well, I went to the enemy’s camp and

I took back what he stole from me (my marriage)

I took back what he stole from me (my children)

I took back what he stole from me (my depression)

I went back to the enemy’s camp and

I took back what he stole from me (OMS, RAD, FASD, ADD, ADHD BRAIN DAMAGE, PTSD)

You know

He’s under my feet

He’s under my feet

Satan is under my feet.

I went to the enemy’s camp and

I took back what he stole from me (my children’s mental health)

I took back what he stole from me (my child’s learning disabilities)

I took back what he stole from me (my relationships with family and friends)

I went to the enemy’s camp and

I took back what he stole from me

You know

He’s under my feet

He’s under my feet

Satan is under my feet

I went to the enemy’s camp and

I took back what he stole from me (our finances)

I took back what he stole from me (my fears)

I took back what he stole from me (my life)

I went to the enemy’s camp and

I took back what he stole from me

You know

He’s under my feet

He’s under my feet

Satan is under my feet

Turning the Page of a Book to a New Chapter

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Welcome to this new chapter.  I could’ve cropped this picture to show a close up of my baby’s beautiful smile, but when I saw his hands….I thought….nope, this is real life.  Behind that smile is fear, excitement, worry, anticipation, exhaustion, and hunger.

My baby came to us when he was 5 yrs old, after a long intense battle to bring him to America.  Being a child of color, older, and a boy his odds were against him ever getting adopted.  See, little black girls turn into sweet gorgeous black women.  Little black boys turn out to be thugs, murderers, etc.  There is a sad stigma and that does not mean it is just in America.  There is racism in the country of Ethiopia as well.  If a male child is 3 or younger and “caramel” colored….he is a good child to be adopted.  If a male child is 4 or above and darker….well….that is a lot of odds.

How can one look at that face, those eyes, that smile and say he is going to be ANYTHING but a child of the King and a warrior for His kingdom.  This baby………….this baby………..I cannot even.  My heart simply bursts with love, pride, gratitude, and thankfulness for what the Lord did in our story.  I seriously cannot even.

We did not know he was deaf for almost a whole year LOL.  He was learning the language and learning how to live in a family and acclimate to the USA.  That was his only job.  To learn to be loved, to know he is safe, to help him with his loss and grief of not being with his family and his beautiful country.  He was, at one point, trilingual.  He was LOUD.  He could speak and worked hard at his broken English until he mastered it.  After almost 6 yrs, he stills says a few words wonky LOL.

On his birthday, my mom calls to sing to all the kids.  She always calls in the morning.  I answered the phone and I knew it was her, so I went ahead and called him upstairs and I handed him the phone.  Now, remember, he is an Ethiopian who had only be home for 8 mths.  I put the phone up to his right ear so he could listen to her sing.  When I did, he said “mommy…I no hear in that ear.”  I laughed and said he was a funny boy and I put then phone up to his right ear again.  He said “mommy, I no hear in that ear.”  He switched ears and smiled as she sang.  He is a man of little words so as he was grinning (he thought she could see his approval), he handed me the phone.  I was sitting there, with my mouth opening, looking at him like he an eyeball that had just sprouted up on his forehead.  I held the phone and I could hear my mom speak, but all I could say was “what do you mean you can’t hear in that ear?”  He said “I no hear in that ear.”  I could’ve caught flies with my mouth.

I put the phone to my ear and said “Martha….he says he can’t hear out his right ear….I gotta go and figure out what the heck he is talking about.”  We got off the phone and I looked him square in the eyes and said “WHAT THE HECK DO YOU MEAN YOU CAN’T HEAR OUT OF THAT EAR?”  He took his hands….clapped them on my cheeks…pulled my face nose to nose with his face and said “MOM, I NO HEAR OUT OF THAT EAR.”  I asked if he heard out of that ear in Ethiopia….he just waved his hand like it was nothing and he said “No.  I no hear in that ear in Etopia (that is how he pronounced it).”

I think I sat there staring at him for 30 minutes.  I’d plug one ear and talk…he could hear me.  I would plug the other ear and talk….he could hear me.  I did not get it.  At all.  I turned all the fans on, made him turn around, and I whispered…he heard me.  I am stumped.  In a last ditch effort to understand what was going on, I got in the van with him, turned up the radio, lowered all the windows and whispered…he heard me.  Either he was insane or I was insane.

I took him to an ENT.  We did hearing tests…he was in the “sound proof” booth and the lady said some words and he repeated while one or the other ear was plugged….he did it.  She said he was fine.  In another moment of “I am such a bad parent because if he is hard of hearing in that ear, I didn’t know and didn’t do anything about it but the audiologist said he was fine but I want a second opinion from a friend because she is good at what she does and she is free and I will leave this alone if she tells me that he is fine I will just assume I am nuts and he is nuts and we are all just nuts.”  Yes….that is the long run on sentence that took place in my head.

I headed to see my friend Susan Brown.  She did all her of her initial stuff and then put him back in the booth.  I sat in the booth with her.  This time, was different.  She said things, but she covered her mouth.  When she did that, we discovered that he is stone cold deaf in his right ear.  See…..what I didn’t realize was that he was reading my lip and everyone else’s lips.  Most people are deaf from either their outer ear to their eardrum OR from the eardrum to their brain.  Jude is deaf from the outer eardrum to the brain.  He has all the mechanics of a “good” ear….he is just deaf.  We are guessing he was born this way, which explains SO much.

When I took him from Susan to the NEW ENT…Jude was pretty stoked.  I told him we were going to see Dr. Jones.  With his wide eyes….he said “we are going to see DR JONES?”  I said yes we are…he is going to check your ears.  I asked why he was looking at me like that and he said “Dr. Jones?  As in Indiana Jones?”  I smiled and said “No, Dr. Shawn Jones.”  Let down.

As we were talking, I asked Dr. Jones if this could be hereditary?  He said it could be and why do I ask.  I explained to him that my mom was born without a bone in her ear and that she was deaf.  I told him that she had surgery and they placed a metal plate in there and now she can hear.  At that moment, the dr was staring at me, the nurse was staring at me and Jude was silent.  I couldn’t figure out the silence.  Dr. Jones leaned WAY in to me and he said “Brandi, is your mom black?”  I said “No.  She is a little short redhead, why are you asking me if she is black?”  He smiled and said “Brandi….your son is black.”  Duh…..I forgot.  I don’t think about things like that so I was felt pretty stupid.

Well, after many visits, many types of hearing aids that did not work….learning some sign language to help him in crowds…..5 years later…..yesterday was the day we turned the page to a new chapter.

Yesterday, we were in Louisville for Dr. Severtson to perform a BAHA surgery.  Now, normally this surgery would have a titanium screw and in about 6 mths or so, once it is healed, you *snap* a hearing aid on behind your ear.  The sound bypasses the ear canal and goes straight to the brain.  The post requires A LOT of attention and maintenance.  We were going to do that because, the older Jude gets, the more it bothers him about his hearing.  I get that.  Our dr was recently approved to do a new type of BAHA hearing aid.  Instead of the titanium screw, he put in a magnet.  This takes 2-3 mths to settle in and heal.  Once that is healed, we go back for the processor.  His hearing aid will also have a magnetic on it and it will just stick to his head, behind his ear and it does the same as the original.  This is good because there is zero maintenance.  You get your processor quicker.  He is the first in our area to receive it, so we can hopefully help other families.  More importantly, he will be able to hear out of both ears for the first time in his life.  How freaking cool is that.

The recovery is not fun.  He has to keep his head wrapped for 3 days and not wash his hair for a week or so, but in the end…..it will be awesome and that is what I have to remind him.

I am so stinking excited.  He is excited too, but he is hurting pretty good and his incision site itches….which is driving him bonkers.  All in all……welcome to his new and improved HEARING story 🙂

I’m Ready for my Rainbow

I posted something on FB the other day stating what all we had coming up, as a family.  There was my surgery, Hunter’s IVIg treatment, Jude’s surgery, my daughter coming home after 22 weeks at military school, my Lady’s health, and the sentencing of my niece.  A lady said that with all that, that means you are due a rainbow.

Well….rainbow…..it is time for you to show the heck up.

I *need* a rainbow.

Since about April or March of 2015…the Lord turned my life upside down and inside out.  If it could go wrong, it went wrong.  He took what I thought was a firm foundation and He shook it to the core of my being.  Don’t get me wrong, I’ve learned a lot but I’m over it and now I just want my rainbow…..I really really do.

When the first massive (and no I am NOT exaggerating) thing happened…..I thought my world just stopped spinning.  I remember that day, like it was yesterday.  I was doing some cleaning up of things and I came across something that took my stomach from its normal residence down to the bottom of my feet and then back up to the top of my head.  I remember telling myself to “stay calm.”  You do not know that this is true so do not make assumptions.  I restrained myself when I called someone up to talk with me.  The question I asked….the answer I got….then the truth came out.  Then, I had to start all over with another person and do the same thing over again.  I remember falling to my knees and making a noise that sounded like a wounded animal.  I could not get my breath.  I could not stop crying.  I just crumpled myself while the other parties sat and looked helpless at the revelation.  My heart was ripped out of my chest and shattered that day.  The Lord has been gracious in putting my heart back together, but it will never be the same as it was that day.

Once I got my bearings about me, I ran out of the room and I got in my van and I headed to the one place that was my safety.  My Lady’s house.  I knocked on her door and I heard her yell “I’m coming!”  I stood there….frozen.  She opened the door and she just looked at me and I crumpled in her arms wailing.  I could not even form words.  She gently guided me to her dining room table and I laid my head in her hands….she never asked anything….she just simply prayed over me.  Once I could pull myself together, I told her what had happened.  She never showed emotion (other than her hurting because I was hurting)….she just loved me.  She loved the people who had hurt me so deeply.  She continued to pray and she called a beloved friend of all of ours and she simply said “can you please go here and do this and this.”  Our friend never missed a beat…..he did what she asked.  He knows everything and he has never ever judged or condemned any party.  He has simply loved, counseled and prayed over everyone involved.

The love my Lady has for my family is unspeakable.  It is pure, unconditional, and honest.  Believe me, she cleans my clock when I am in the wrong and she does it with a smile on her face and Jesus in her heart.  She is my person…….plain and simple.  Her guidance, through this all, is why I still am where I am and why I didn’t allow satan to make a horrible situation even worse.  I did not fall into the flesh and do what I wanted to do….I did as I was guided through intense prayer, accountability for all that was a part of this, ejecting things out of my life (though painful), and learning to live without those damn rose colored glasses…….

It has taken time to forgive….time I cannot get back but then again, the time was necessary in my healing process.  A line was drawn in the sand, that day.  A line that no party wants crossed because if it is crossed, the outcome will be way different than it was in 2015.  Forgiveness is not about giving the people who hurt me permission to do so.  It is about releasing the shackles from my feet so that I can dance.  It is about not letting satan take a moment of flesh to dictate my, or the other parties involved, future.  It is about being obedient to Jesus dying on the cross….forgiving with His last breath.

I still have moments of “what are you doing, what are you hiding, are you lying to me.”  But they are fewer and further between.  I am not perfect.  I have to remind myself that I have forgiven, in Jesus’ Name, and I’m not allowed to throw this topic up when it suits me or when I want to feel “justified” about something.  I am NOT a victim because I actively choose joy.  I actively choose obedience.  I actively choose to take that next right step, which is shown by the Light at my feet.

Once this issue was “resolved” (I say that in quotes because I still struggle, still have trust issues, still have nightmares but I believe I have forgiven)….our world was rocked again.  Rocked in a sad heart tugging way that not many people truly understand….till tomorrow, friends and neighbors.

Gearing Up

Since I did my Once a Month Cooking Session, back in July, I’m ready to start again.  I have had a hysterectomy since then, so one week of recovery also included generous folks helping a girl out and bringing supper to my crew.  So very thankful…..I have thoughts on that, but I will save that for another day.

My youngest has also had his second round of IVIG (immunotherapy) for his OMS (Opsoclonus Myoclonus Syndrome), so he has had a bit of a set back…also, my daughter, who was in military school for 22 weeks), also came home.  Also, my sweet Lady is hanging on, so I am trying to spend as much time as I can with her before the Lord has her room ready.  I’m SO thankful that her boys are home (one lives out of state and one is recovering from a massive accident).  She loves them so deeply and it is such a joy to be a fly on the wall with these two…and their sweet wives 🙂  She also was a proud great Granny Jo again, when her granddaughter had her latest bundle of joy.  Lots of joy in the midst of life.  So lots going on, as usual.  It has been an adjustment with me just being tired and sore, Hunter being wobbly and unsteady, and G learning how to be a part of this family, me trying to stay with my Lady as I can…..so we have been keeping our heads down and just muddling through.

I do have food leftover from the last time (I know, right LOL)….so I do have a “base” of what I’m working with.  I am switching up suppers and such (using my PINTEREST boards).  As I cook, if I do not like a recipe, I immediately delete it and add a new one to replace it.  There was a pork quinoa recipe that was like eating the treads off a car…..sadly, I have another one of those, frozen…I’ll be thawing that sucker out and giving it to the chickens…I love my family *too* much to feed them that again.

What I will do, this time around, is cook this weeks of menus and double it.  We will eat on one set of meals and the other will be used either as we need it (aka when I’m over it and still have to feed the people who live in my house) or save it till for week 14 of the New Year (Weeks 14 & 40 are the same).  We shall see.

I still have the following frozen dishes:

Chicken wrapped in bacon (mashed potatoes and peas)

Cheeeseburger soup and Chili

Breakfast Casserole

Stuffed Pepper Soup and Enchilada Soup

Baked Chicken legs (roasted Italian potatoes and cauliflower/broccoli au gratin)

Mexican Lasagna

Spinach Mexican Lasagna

For this week….I am making (doubling):

Pizza

Tacos

Minestrone Soup and Creamy Tuscan Garlic  Tortellini Soup

Mississippi Roast (sour cream and cheddar mashed potatoes, Mac & cheese, Zucchini)

Buttery Garlic Herb Chicken & Zucchini (Au gratin potatoes, prosc. wrapped asparagus)

Cowboy Casserole (Corn Pudding & Lima Beans)

I am also going to see if my budget stretches to Weeks 15 & 41 to cook a bit more and freeze a bit more.

On tap for that is:

Pizza

Hamburgers/hotdogs/fries

Easy Lo Mein (with Egg Drop Soup)

Chicken Parmesan Soup & Asiago Roasted Garlic Cauliflower Soup

Skillet Chicken with Garlic Herbed Butter Sauce (crispy garlic smashed potatoes, green bean casserole)

Chicken Alfredo Baked Ziti (Bread and salad)

My grocery list will be on tomorrow’s post (I hope).  I will also include any breakfast or lunch freezer meals.

Wisdom from a 3 Yr Old

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Meet Hunter

The day after I came home from my hysterectomy, he was missing his mama because I had been upstairs resting.

Every night, before bed, Hunter crawls up in the bed with me and we snuggle.  This particular night was no different, but I warned him that my belly was hurting.  To help in his understanding, I showed him my bandaids on my belly and told him he needed to be gentle.

In his wisdom, my sweet baby looked up at me and said “Mama, we need to put some oils on your belly to feel better.”

Uhm, yes we do, sweetness……I have officially become an oily mama with an OMS baby who LOVES his oils.

Love that I’m teaching him about alternative ways to help heal and nurture our bodies with natural solutions instead of synthetic medications!

BTW:  He chose wintergreen for me to have on my belly 🙂

Closing the Chapter of My Life

I had a small moment, yesterday, and really it is quite silly.

As I was in the bathroom for the umpteenth time, my brain (and emotions) got the best of me.

I realized that I had just permanently closed the door to ever carrying a child, in my womb, again.

Like ever.

Not that I wanted too carry another child.  I knew (know) the risk to my health and I know my age, but we have always regretted our decision to get Big Daddy’s vasectomy 13 yrs ago.  We felt like we took matters into our own hands and we did not leave them in the hands of God.

My friend is due to have her son, any day now.  It is such a beautiful thing to bring life into this world and I am honored to have brought 3 lives into this world BUT it does not take carrying a child in your womb to become a mom.

Maybe the Lord is stirring in my that we are not done yet.  That this is the close of one chapter, but another chapter is opening up.  In my mind’s eye….it seems like it is a stretch to bring more children into our home.  We have no room, we do not have enough beds, we have kids with some serious needs that we are addressing…

But…..

What if He takes one mountain from the Atlantic Ocean and crushes it into the Pacific Ocean.

Hey, it could happen 🙂

So, I had a Hysterectomy

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Well….well….well….well…..

A hysterectomy is a little slice of hell with a side of pain.

The surgery was laparoscopic.  They took my uterus, cervix and fallopian tubes.  They also evacuated the large grapefruit sized fibroid that was taking up residence in my uterus.  While they were “all up in my stuff”, they also helped my bladder out a little bit.  She needed a little assistance to stay up and where she belongs.

My dr and nurses were rockstars.  I was not apprehensive one bit.  I remember them saying that they were giving me happy juice.  I didn’t feel like that was necessary because I was not nervous, scared of freaking out.  I was a bit dizzy but that is because I was laying flat and my Meniere’s was kicking in.  The next thing I remember is being done and back in my room with my husband and my mom.

My sole goal…was to pee LOL.  I attempted that feat and let’s just say it was a failed attempt.  My poor mama has been with me through LOTS of unsavory times in my life.  I’m so thankful for her and her attempt at getting me to pee by running water LOL.  Headed back to my little room….did some checks and such and then I forced myself to pee so I could get out of that hospital.

Yes, I left the day of my surgery.

No, Big Daddy was not thrilled.

I left with a bandaid on either side of my belly button and then on top of my belly button.  I also had 2 “catheters” that were inserted one on each side.  It held this numbing medication that kept my belly numb from Friday till when I pulled the second catheter out yesterday.  I was not sure it worked…one ball was deflating at a normal rate, but the other was not.  I had to go in on Sunday and come to find out, that it was clogged, so they fixed that.  I pulled one ball (when it deflates, the medicine is gone) out on Monday night and then other I pulled out on Tuesday night.  I thought it was clogged again because it was not deflating and I really really REALLY wanted a shower….

So…

I took it out.

Within about 10 minutes, I realized that the ball was indeed, working and now I was hurting.  Like not just a little tug or a little pain….like I could not stand up straight kind of hurting.  I got my shower….and then I went back to bed.

The things I have noticed so far……I pee a lot and it is orange (thanks to the pyridium that helps my bladder from having spasms), take stool softeners to help but do not take too many or you will never leave the bathroom.  Take your meds…..for the love of all that is good and holy….take them. I have cut my painkillers in 1/2 and I’m trying to only rely on my 800 mg ibuprofen.  Laying on your side…just don’t.  Really, trust me.  Where big clothes and get some undies a size up.  There will be swelling and tight drawers are no fun.  You will not lose weight over night LOL….yes, I thought that and it was a stupid thought.  Every time you get up to go and pee…walk walk walk.  Even if it hurts walk around.  You will cry.  Not necessarily out of pain, though it is not fun…just my emotions are all over the place.  I cried at a youtube video.  Simply could not pull it together.

Give yourself grace.  I had the least invasive surgery, but it is still MAJOR surgery where organs (plural) are removed.  1 week of nothing but rest (only climb stairs twice a day), week 2 join the rest of your crew but sit on the couch.  Do not lift.  Climb.  Dance.  Run.  Exercise.  After week 2, you just need to take it easy for the next 4 weeks.  6 weeks of a whole lot of nothing.  If you do not listen to your body…rest when you can….you will have scar tissue and that is something that you will pay for…forever.

So….I’m resting.  My family is waiting on me.  I’m showering, napping (some), sleeping at night (little), and eating…some.

Here’s to hoping I feel way better sooner rather than later.

 

 

Operation “Get My Life Together”: Zero Based Budget

The other night, Big Daddy and I sat down and had a chat.  I told him how I was feeling and that I was tired of serving two masters….God and money.  I felt like we were drowning in debt and I am tired of it.  I’m tired of worrying and feeling like I’m being controlled by it.  I have no freedom when I am in debt.

We CHOOSE to be done.

When I researched a zero based budget….I thought that the concept was insane.  After further looking into it, I began to see the positives of it and it forced me to take a long hard look at our money and where it goes.  Then, I left fear seep in….the fear of embarrassment, of feeling like I’m upside down in our finances (have more debt/bills then paycheck), and then it felt like an elephant sat squarely on my chest and I kept hearing “there is no hope…you are trapped…just keep on keepin’ on…you are not hurting anyone.”

The great thing is that I CAPTURED that thought and I REMEMBERED Truth!  When I have Jesus….and I do….there is ALWAYS hope.  Did He “ordain” my stupidity?  I don’t think so.  Did He “allow” my stupidity?  Yep and now we are reaping what we have sown. Natural consequences to our stupidity.

Its a NEW day.  Its a NEW dawn.  Its time to let HIM take control over my finances.  I know that it is time because Big Daddy is on board!  Stay tuned to our journey of becoming debt free!

What the Heck Just Happened?

 

 

This is my Lady…..my Josephine…..Ms. Jo…….Faithie……….she is my person.  She is my mentor.  She is one of my most favorite people who ever walked the Earth.

My Lady is not well.  She has a lot going on, medically.  She has had to be placed in a nursing home because we, as her family, cannot keep up with all her needs at home anymore.  It has broken my heart.

She is beginning to go in and out of lucidness.  I know she knows me because when she seems me walking down the hall, she smiles and waves.  She knows I am someone that she loves.  For a while there, I was Ramona….whoever Ramona is…I don’t know.  She knows my husband’s name is Bart.  She says that his name is Bart and he is her boyfriend and she loves him.  All of this is true LOL

The other day, I went to visit my sweet Lady and her son and daughter in law were there. We sat outside, getting some fresh air.  She waved at me when I walked up to her.  I came up, and I kissed her on the cheek and I asked her if she knew who I was, today.  She just smiled, never said my name, but she said she knew me.

After a bit, I got up in her space again…..she was wearing the same shirt she has on in the picture above.  It is my favorite shirt on her.  I told her that and then I said “oh, Lady, I love you so much.  You are my favorite.”  She came too, patted my cheeks and said “oh, Brandi, I love you.  What would I do without you.”  My heart nearly exploded.

She was not lucid there for a little bit after that.

Then, the strangest thing happened.  This young man pulled up and he walked behind her patting her shoulders.  She turned to see who was touching her and then she began speaking FLUENT French.  Now, bear in mind, she lived in France when her boys were young.  He spoke French back to her. Then he would ask her something in French and she would answer him in FLUENT German.  This went on for quite a while.  They began discussing quadratic equations and the periodic table. She never missed a beat.

She.  Never.  Missed.  A. Beat.  People.

I asked her son if she knew German.  He said no.  I called and asked her granddaughter if she knew German.  She said no.  I asked the gentleman if she was speaking it correctly because she does not know that language….he said every answer was appropriate and correct.

I am shocked.

Seriously………she thinks the year is 1917 (17 years BEFORE she was born).  She thinks my name is Ramona and my husband is her boyfriend….yet she speaks 2 languages and can dissect equations like nobody’s business.

This Lady…………..oh…………….how I love her.

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