Merrill and Roberta Simon and Family

As some of you may know, Street Vibrations was just this past weekend in Reno. Many of you may have scene the thousands of bikers everywhere you went. We are talking leather, chrome, tattoos, body piercings, Hells Angels, women showing themselves to the crowds up in Virginia City, the poker run to the Cat Houses....I mean, the biggest, the baddest and some just downright ugly. But would you believe, in your wildest dreams that in all of that mess you would see this..... * * Yeppers, that is Merrill and I and the baby swing we bought in Reno. We rode with it tied to the back of the bike for about half of the day. All over Reno and then up to VC. A Mom and dad have to do what a Mom and dad have to do. Maverick needed a swing as the other one broke. Parents first, Hells Angels wannabes second. LOL Hugs to you, Roberta

MAVERICK Yes, you read that right, we have named him Maverick. He h as been home for nearly six weeks but we had to wait to post his picture. So get ready, because here he is!!!!! And here he is again with his brother MacGyver. Like the heading said, we are so blessed. This journey we have been on is better and better as time goes by. Some days are harder than others, but the rewards so outweigh the trials we face. The joy as we watch the children grow and become who they are meant to be is more than we could ever express. Thank you for sharing in our joy.

Really, this is about preemie's but I really feel that it applies to parents of all special children. :o) I hope that you enjoy reading this as much as I have over the years. ~*~ How Preemie Moms Are Chosen ~*~ By Erma Bombeck Did you ever wonder how the mothers of premature babies are chosen? Somehow, I visualize God hovering over Earth, selecting his instruments for propagation with great care and deliberation. As he observes, he instructs his angels to take notes in a giant ledger. "Armstrong, Beth, son. Patron Saint, Matthew. Forrest, Marjorie, daughter. Patron Saint, Celia. Rutledge, Carrie, twins. Patron Saint...give her Gerard. He's used to profanity."Finally, he passes a name to an angel and smiles. "Give her a preemie." The angel is curious."Why this one, God? She's so happy.""Exactly," smiles God."Could I give a premature baby a mother who knows no laughter? That would be cruel." "But does she have