Bubba, I love you :)

I'm already getting bad at this whole blog thing..blahhhh!

My little brother, Greg, turned twelve yesterday, November 29th. I feel OLD. Literally, it feels like we were in Temple, Texas at Scott & White waiting for him to make his arrival just yesterday. It's crazy how fast time goes by..

Well, if you haven't figured it out yet, this blog is going to be about that little kiddo. :)


He has astonished me so much throughout his lifetime. Who knew that a twelve year old boy could be as strong, inspiring, and one of my best friends? Yes, he is one of my best friends. Why? My little brother has been there with me through EVERYTHING 100%. Period. When I need a smile, a laugh, or just somebody to talk to, he's one that never fails to help me out. There's not one doubt in my mind that he truly cares about me, my feelings, and my happiness. I LOVE THIS KID!

There's five years between the two of us, and nobody understands how we get along as great as we do. But, Greg and I do. We've been through it all; TOGETHER! We are so much alike it's almost quite ridiculous. :)


I am so proud of him. I could never even begin to tell him just how much..
No matter what the circumstance is, he keeps his head up. That's hard with as much tough stuff that's occurred in his lifetime. He's always came to me when he felt I needed some attention and someone to just listen to me. I couldn't thank him enough for that, either.

After his concussion, he never once wanted to give up on football/ any other sports. He was ready to get back out there! It killed him not being able to play his sport. Thing is, a twelve year old, (then an eleven year old) even though he wasn't able to play, he was determined to keep his head up.

My little brother; a best friend; an inspiration; a HUGE part of me;
I LOVE YOU!!!!!!!!!!!! YOU ARE AN INCREDIBLE BOY. I am so looking forward
to watching you continue to grow up, exceed expectations, becoming a great big brother to Kyli, strengthen your relationship with God, and all that falls between. Thank you for all you do and have done for me. I love you:)

My Guardian Angel :)

I can't believe it. Second grade seems like it was just the other day. Second grade was big year for such a little girl..
A little girl with a vivid memory..




    The summer right before my second grade year, my parents allowed me to stay in Independence, Missouri for two weeks. I was scared. Leaving my parents and my little brother Greg for that long? I wasn't so sure I could handle that. At the same time though, I was excited. I got to stay with my Grammi (my mother's mom). My Grammi taught me the "tinkle, tinkle" song.. the one that she sang to help me go "tinkle, tinkle, in the potty." :) She also taught me so much more..but that's all to come soon. :)
    I remember my mom, my little brother, and I singing the WHOLE entire way up to Missouri.  Of course, my brother couldn't really sing. She paid me a dime everytime I told her the speed limit; you can bet that I named EVERY single one I saw. Needless to say, I felt RICH..haha :) Once we arrived, my Grammi met us outside with her poodle, Shannon, and we got greeted with lots of grandma love, (all the hugs and kisses, kisses and hugs, hugs and kisses...etc) :) I didn't ever think we were going to get in the apartment without her totally just squeezing us so tightly we'd turn purple. :) However, we did indeed manage that!
    Once all of my bags were in, and everyone was sitting down, my Grammi and Momma took me into the bathroom. I didn't know what was going on. Then, my Momma explained that they needed me to be serious for a bit and really listen and pay attention. I did just that. I honestly never remember getting told anything about what I was about to see and hear until it happened. She was confused. Why didn't she have hair? Didn't all girls, moms, and grandmas have hair? I remember trying to turn around, but they both told me it was okay. They sat me down on the edge of the bathtub and explained everything to me. Did they really think I could understand what they were saying to me I thought. All I honestly remember of what they told me was something about a lump in what they called a "boobie" and how my Grammi was really sick. They told me she had to take lots of medicine, but everything would be okay. What? Why? No! I thought to myself.
     After that talk, they both hugged me and told me just how much they love me and how proud they were of me for being such a big girl. I was still so confused. Why didn't she have hair on her head? She looked really different than with that thing she pulled off. I kind of just ran back into the living room and went to go hug my brother. He ALWAYS made me feel better. Such a cute little blonde headed boy, and so huggable! Next thing I knew, my momma and brother were leaving. Big hugs and kisses, and alot of tears.
    After they left, my Grammi told me how excited she was that her little angel was with her. I loved how she called me an angel. It reminded me of all the pretty angels she decorated her entire apartment with. It was late, so she made me pick a movie to eat some popcorn with and cuddle up in her big bed with her. I chose Flipper and wow..that was my new favorite movie!!! :) Before I fell asleep, my Grammi and I brushed our teeth together, she made me "tinkle," and she brushed my hair a 100 times. She told me it made your hair go really long :)
Oh, and I definately could NOT ever forget how she basically bathed me in lotion! But that was my FAVORITE part!!! :) We said a prayer together, and said we loved each other, then fell asleep.
   Throughout the next thirteen days, we always had full days! We went to Oceans of Fun, the movies, (Shrek-where we ate pepperoni and candy) shopping, pictures, pool days, visiting family, and well, just anything! :) I won't ever forget when I went to a doctor appointment with her. That was the day where I found out she had to wear a fake boob. It was weird. She was such a strong grandma though, I kept thinking. She never cried or anything. I remember that everywhere we went, we ALWAYS had to look cute, smell good, and have a cute purse and jewlrey on, and the music blasting! (That hasn't changed at all!) She was the one who introduced me to cheese sticks, and ranch dressing, too. :) haha. We went down to the Lake of the Ozarks, and went to my Granny's house on the lake where my cousins, Emily and Audra met us, as well as my Aunt Melissa. :) That was a BLAST!!
  Time went by way too fast. The two weeks were up just like that. I was so sad. So was my Grammi. I remember her telling me that I'd see her soon though. That made me feel so much better! Time came and my brother and momma were there to pick me up. That was HARD..but I was so glad I got to spend that much time with her! I never got homesick once while I was up there, but I sure did miss my family in Texas.
    I think it was about a month or so, and my momma was heading back up there--by herself. I was SOO MAD! Why couldn't I go?! Little did I know, I wouldn't have been ANY help whatsoever..
One day, my Daddy woke me up before school and told me that I needed to go try to pack and that he'd help me if I needed it. He told me that my Grammi got really sick and we needed to be up there. We dropped my little brother off at my Aunt Tera's house (my daddy's oldest sister) and we were off. We made no stops, and my Daddy explained to me what was happening. I knew that this was serious. Grammi was in the hospital and the whole family was up there with her. My daddy held my hand and let me cry..he told me that God was going to look after everything. It rained the ENTIRE way up to Missouri. The whole twelve hours of the trip. How weird..and sad right? I remember when we got to the hospital, there was soo many people there. Most I knew, but some I didn't. My momma came out to the waiting room to hold me, and I just kept asking when I could see my Grammi. She kept saying she was resting, but I told my momma that Grammi wouldn't mind one bit if I woke her up. Next thing I remember, every single one of us were in my Grammi's room. The first sight I saw of her was these tubes ALL over her, doctors in there, tears, and a beautiful grandma whom I loved with all my heart not looking like herself. I was balling. My Daddy was holding me and kept telling me how much my Grammi loves everyone. I remember the moment..the moment where my Aunt Peggy held me up to my Grammi. I was so upset. I don't even think I could say much. The moment where for the first time in the 24 hours my mom was there, my Grammi lifted up and said "Chelsi!" then laid back down.. The moment where Danny pulled the life support plug..I shut my eyes. What was happening? WHY! WHY! WHY!
    God recieved a beautiful angel that day. One whom made a difference in the world. Who loved God. Who was brave. Who was strong. Who was incredible. Who was a best friend to me. Who made people love like never before. One who I still wish I could talk to. Gossip with. Take pictures with. Go shopping with. Laugh and smile with. Cry with. Everything with..
    God lets everything happen for a reason though. There's not one day that goes by that I don't think of her and all my memories with her. There's not one day that I don't look up to the sky and know that it's more beautiful because of her. She inspires me daily. In everything I do. At 11:11, I always make sure I am look at the clock. So does my Aunt Kathy. :) We believe it's my Grammi's way of saying hi. That she loves us. She's here and to smile. :)
   My blog name; I Hope You Dance, is a song that my Grammi dedicated to us all. It's one of which I love dearly and will hold in my heart forever.
   I miss my Grammi more and more everyday. I know that she is my guardian angel though! :) She always will be! She has inspired me so much! I know when I'm in Heaven, her and I will be together. :) Watching over our little angels.
    I love you Grammi. I won't sit it out, I will dance. :)


                                               I love you, Chelsi Michelle :)