Melissa in the House

I never thought a person could be attached to a bird, but it's true, because I was attached once to a little finch.  His name was Peeper.   The first year Brian and I was married and expecting, living up in the mountains in the woods got very lonely and I was so happy when Brian's parents gave us Peeper.  Let me tell you about this little finch.  It was about ten years old, it first belonged to Brian's brother, he joined the Navy and gave it to his parents.  They took the bird and cared for it for several years, then the bird was given to us in hopes we would be responsible.  As I was expecting, my motherly insticts kicked in and I remember really wanting to nurture this bird.  In the morning, I would take the covers off Peeper's cage and say sweet things to the bird...crazy...right?  "Good morning little Peep Peep, how are you doing this fine day?" I would say.   I would then get a response back...peep peep peep, guess tha...

I will never forget the morning my second son, who at the time just turned two, decided to drink a bottle of hydrogen peroxide.  It sounds worse than it really is, but I found this out later.  We were getting ready to leave out the door, both Isaac and Joseph went to preschool for a good portion of the morning during this time, I had just finished getting both boys ready, when baby Jacob begins his hungry cry.  I breastfed all my boys and was very intune with his hungry call.  I hold Jacob and sit down in my bedroom, relaxed, I proceed to breastfeed my baby.  The other two are in my bedroom waiting for me and Joseph decides to go in my bathroom.  Almost always I had everything put up very neatly and kept, however, the previous night, my oldest son had a boo boo and the hydrogen peroxide bottle was left on the counter.  Joseph decides to take a plastic cup that happens to be sitting on the counter and pours himself a glass of hydrogen peroxide....

A few years back, it was the summer of 2006, my husband and I had a major change in our life and he accepted a job in Atlanta and we moved from our quaint home in our quaint town of Ellijay, I say quaint because it was, everything was cozy.  Life had been easy street for us during our four years of marriage, other than raising little babies, me trying to finish college and Brian working long hours at his job, we really had it very good.  We had just remodeled our home in the mountains prior to him accepting this new position, it came suddenly, it was an offer he couldn't refuse, and so we bought another home closer to his job.  Our new home was gorgeous, but later we would live to tell a real estate nightmare and how God turned our situation around. It was early fall when I decided to get out of the house and drive around our neighborhood to check out the garage sells.  We lived in a very large neighborhood, it was the size of a small town, and twice a year they ...