Crepes a la Mode

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This Saturday would be my brother Mike's fortieth birthday. Instead of grieving the loss of my brothers, we have started a new tradition at the Cherry house. We have cookies for breakfast on Clint's birthday and Crepes a la mode for Mike's birthday. My daughter loves it...and my husband overlooks the fact that I give my daughter major amounts of sugar for breakfast twice a year. It helps me heal. 

Since his birthday and the anniversary of his death are just days apart, I have vowed to always be with my mom during this time every year. My goal is to help her have fun and celebrate his memory. He was always so fun. He reminds me of a handsome, charming Bill Murray. He was so witty and warm. 

My mom, my three year old, and I are all going to go get mani/pedis. We are going to have a big celebration dinner, take a lovely drive to see my aunt, go shopping, and eat more! We will probably squeeze in a cry or two as well, but they will be tempered by the great and lavish love of God that swept my brother home. I was driving in my car the day he died and God told me it was okay the minute he died. Only God can reassure our hearts in such away. God prepared my heart and told me he was going to pass away before we even knew anything was wrong with him. God has been gracious to prepare my heart for this journey. 

Take a minute today and LOVE what you got.

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Stephanie said…
I will be praying great big blessings from the Father over your time with the girls!
7:04 PM
Stephanie said…
I will be praying great big blessings from the Father over your time with the girls!
7:04 PM
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