For Uncle Mike

Our family has suffered a great loss. My Uncle Mike, brother to my dad, great uncle to my children, passed away peacefully yesterday.
Sadly, I will not be able to be at the funeral and my heart grieves. Grieves for everyone.

In Foley tradition, and with a full heart, I post the lyrics to this special song-
In Honor of Uncle Mike.
Thankful for your peace.

The Lord of the Dance, and Irish/Celtic Hymn:

and I hear the tin whistle, and banjo, and guitar, the flute, and the wooden flute, and the bodhran(Irish drum),ah! how could I forget the wooden bones… click-clacking with joy and sorrow. I hear the music notes spun high and spun low, and spun together with joy.Spun together in sorrow. Spun together in the deep weaving of familial bond that spans generations and differences and pulls us tight together. The music and the lyrics weave us in all times of joy and in all times of sorrow. The recessional at our weddings, the hymn of choice at funerals, the song we “jam together” during music making, the notes and the hope bind us together.

I danced in the morning when the world was begun
I danced in the Moon & the Stars & the Sun
I came down from Heaven & I danced on Earth
At Bethlehem I had my birth:

Dance then, wherever you may be
I am the Lord of the Dance, said He!
And I’ll lead you all, wherever you may be
And I’ll lead you all in the Dance, said He!
(…lead you all in the Dance, said He!)

I danced for the scribe & the pharisee
But they would not dance & they wouldn’t follow me
I danced for fishermen, for James & John
They came with me & the Dance went on:

I danced on the Sabbath & I cured the lame
The holy people said it was a shame!
They whipped & they stripped & they hung me high
And they left me there on a cross to die!

I danced on a Friday when the sky turned black
It’s hard to dance with the devil on your back
They buried my body & they thought I’d gone
But I am the Dance & I still go on!

They cut me down and I leapt up high
I am the Life that’ll never, never die!
I’ll live in you if you’ll live in Me –
I am the Lord of the Dance, said He!

with a full heart and eyes wet with unshed tears…

Two Weeks Old Today

Announcing the birth of our precious baby girls…
They are two weeks old today…

Baby A- Aymee Christiana-Faith 8 pounds 2 ounces, 20 inches long
Baby B- Melodee Hope-Evangeline 7 pounds 13 ounces, 19.5 inches long

Aymee is in pink and Melodee is in yellow. I love infant gowns for the newborn stage when their legs are all tucked up and many, many diaper changes are the "name of the game." Cuddling my precious girls in their feminine outfits. They spent a couple of days in blue... 😉

Scripture Verses of Hope and Help While Waiting

Isaiah 26:3

English Standard Version (ESV)

3 You keep him in perfect peace
whose mind is stayed on you,
because he trusts in you.

Proverbs 16:1

English Standard Version (ESV)

Proverbs 16

1The plans of the heart belong to man,
but the answer of the tongue is from the LORD.

Proverbs 16:9

English Standard Version (ESV)

9 The heart of man plans his way,
but the LORD establishes his steps

Proverbs 3:5-8

English Standard Version (ESV)

5 Trust in the LORD with all your heart,
and do not lean on your own understanding.
6In all your ways acknowledge him,
and he will make straight your paths.
7 Be not wise in your own eyes;
fear the LORD, and turn away from evil.
8It will be healing to your flesh[a]
and refreshment[b] to your bones

Psalm 37:8

New American Standard Bible (NASB)

8 Cease from anger and forsake wrath;
Do not fret; it leads only to evildoing.

Birthdays: A Borger Family Tradition

Somehow, I have made it through 5 Borger birthdays in the third trimester with our twins.

We just celebrated the last birthday before our twins come. Todd and I have now entered the stage of kids “in the double digits.” Tall Son turned 11 this year and Tenderheart- just turned 10. There is a definite sense of a “new season” around the corner in our house. Somehow- having two ten and up hit home.

Our latest birthday- was our son Nate. His birthday actually began the day before- when he and I enjoyed a quick trip to the library to pick the movie for our movie night Saturday night. I enjoy these little individual trips with the birthday children. He also enjoyed a quick trip out to the store with Dad to collect some last minute groceries for his birthday meal. In our family, the birthday person picks the dinner menu, the family fun night movie, and the cake flavors for their special day.

The birthday morning began with our tradition of decorative signs made just for him. Then, he was “sung” up the stairs by the kids and me to a delicious breakfast made by Dad and the choice of one gift to open at the start of his day.

It has been fun to watch the kids “grow” into their birthday meals. They move from requesting chicken nuggets to more sophisticated dinners. In the past year(these are abbreviated menus without all the sides, etc) we had the three year old ask for cake and nothing but cake. 😉 (of course we had other food…), the five year old requested chicken nuggets and french fries, the seven year old- beans. The girl LOVES beans. 🙂 The eight year old: hot dogs and soft-pretzels, The eleven year old- Boston Butt Pork Roast.

Nate’s birthday is always fun because it is July 3rd- our “fourth of July” baby… we always have fun summer-time food like corn on the cob and watermelon.

His menu choice at ten years old…
Wedged Potatoes
Corn on the Cob

Nathanael, age 10, with his birthday meal plate.

This meal was made in partnership by Todd and myself. We each did a part to get this on the table. 🙂

After dinner, the birthday child enjoys opening gifts. Then we go to the table and sing and eat delicious cake. For a couple of years, every cake has “blue and green” icing on it. They love blue and green icing. 🙂

Nate's Cake. Please excuse our mess... this always makes me hesitant to post pictures- the lack of aesthetics in our life!

The sweetest part of this birthday was this son’s heartfelt gratitude the next day. From his heart, telling us how much he loved his birthday and his gifts and thanking us from his heart.

Dear Nate, we love you and you are a gift from God- just as your name means.

Father’s Day/Todd’s Birthday

This year, this celebration was very low key. I was very sick with heartburn and nausea that day and also exhaustion. I didn’t even manage to call my own dad, I felt so bad. 😦 This definitely hindered the day for me. Thank the Lord for a husband who a.) takes it all in stride b.) enjoys cooking c.) enjoyed spending his day creating a fabulous meal.

Our family began the day with our tradition of decorating a door with home-made signs for his birthday and Father’s Day. Plus breakfast- which I cannot remember now what we even had!!! Then we were off to Church- with even me attending, and this was part of my gift to him, as I have had so much trouble sitting through church in the last two months. I went for him. He is a wonderful Dad and a wonderful husband and we love and honor him.

I managed to make the cake of his request: banana with strawberry icing and the salad.

Todd made the most amazing dinner. I made a plate and enjoyed it the next day- I was so sick with these babies up in my ribs/stomach. Actually- had to split on plate over two days… but I digress…

His meal was: beef enchiladas topped with soy sour cream and homemade sauce, spanish rice, and green leaf salad. We are in love with the spanish rice. A new favorite… everything was made from scratch except the tortillas. We are all still talking about that dinner.

The sweetest part of the day- was the pile of “presents” made by our girl for her Dad. He actually didn’t open them on the day… but- O how precious. How precious are the hearts of children- how they are so naturally “for” their parents from the very beginning. How tender and deserving of stewardship is the gift of their love and admiration. A girl’s love for her Dad… it truly is a precious thing. Our girl is quiet and like a deep well with a still surface. It is hard to know what is going on in the depths of her heart- when the curtain parts- and I am given a glimpse- I am humbled and taken by surprise. Sweet girl, we love you.

The dinner plate

The cake. I ran out of the red gel- thus the abbreviation b-day. Yes, my beloved commented on this. 3 and 6 candles for 36 with one to grow...

Ever thankful for Todd who serves our family with his whole heart. Happy Birthday to the one I love forever. Happy Father’s Day, sweet. We love you.

The Things They Say: Twin Edition

I haven’t captured very many funny comments in the past months. It all feels somewhat blurry.
There have been a few though- to remember- for posterity and memories…
interestingly- they have all been in the last few weeks.

Upon sending a third trimester picture to my sister- she wondered what the kids had to say about the big belly… they hadn’t really said much at that point. However- shortly thereafter- the big ball of a belly did indeed start to elicit remarks- especially from the three year old. 😉

The Things They Say… at 3…

“oh… you have a big, big belly Mommy, big, big belly” and this is punctuated by a Joshua edition of a squeeze, nuzzle, and kiss. This goes on for several weeks… then- the other day, I walk by. He is sitting in his chair at the table and this is what he says, “You’re huge Mommy. You’re huge.” I stop. I look at him. I try to get him to pinpoint if this is a belly only remark- or more generalized. Of course- I have no luck in that endeavor. Well, thanks little dear. I know you tell it how it is.

The Things They Say…at 5…
Children gather round and finally are able to feel babies rolling. It always seems like they wouldn’t move when we would try to capture the moves with the children. Then, a little while later, the five year old lays over my belly in a gentle, big hug. He moves to the other side. He says, “How do I know which one I’m huggin’ ?”

The Things They Say…at 7… from my only girl
A hot topic of discussion lately has been the reality that our babies are not in the right position for delivery. This means Mommy might have to have a surgery. Children are gathered round the table, eating. I am ever sitting on the brown recliner. She looks over her shoulder, long brown hair cascading down her back. “We need to talk to them! We need to tell them to get into the right position.” I laugh. Yes. This her Ama and Auntie have said, too. So, I tell her, she should talk to the babies. Later, she comes over with her little pink pig, Wilbur. She whispers to Baby A- with Wilbur doing the “motions”, “Flip, go head down. Flip. Get in the right position.” She is shy and gentle.

The pregnancy turned challenging for me- especially the last two months. This has made it hard to enjoy the moments… just surviving pain and exhaustion- is how it has felt… hard to be in the joyous, alive, thankful moment.