Our little Gracie Turns 8

Our little Gracie Turns 8



It is somewhat hard to believe that our first born, Grace is turning 8 years old today.  She is the one who made us parents. She is the first one to call us Mom and Dad. For 5 years, she was our only child. The first time we got to announce we were having a baby, it was Grace. We didn’t know it at the time, but Grace’s name would take on a whole new meaning when Abby left Planned Parenthood and had her conversion. Watching her grow has been a true joy. She can make us upset and make us laugh in the same breath. She loves us unconditionally and is our biggest cheerleader. We are so blessed she was our first, because she is the best big sister our boys could ever ask for. Her brothers light up when she comes in the room. They adore her and she loves them to pieces. I often say she is the best parent in the house, and we wouldn’t be able to take care of the boys as well as we do without her. I love that she can’t decide between being a nun or a fashion designer. She has high hopes for her life and a very long list of careers she wants to take on. She expects everyone to be her friend and is crushed when friendship is not returned. I wish I had her love and thirst for the Church. I learn more about our faith through her journey than I do on my own.

We love you Grace. Keep growing in God and never lose your joy. Happy birthday!!


In honor of Gracie’s birthday, I decided to tell one of my favorite Grace stories.

Grace has always been a very picky eater, and I am not just talking about how food tastes. Her food has to have the correct appearance, presentation, brand, preparation, texture… If you have picky kids you know what I mean. There was a very short list of things she would eat. Peanut butter sandwiches has always been a go to meal for Grace.

On this particular day, when she was about 4 years old, she asked for a peanut butter sandwich. Abby had just gotten home from a long trip and was happy to make a sandwich for her baby girl. In attempt to be fancy, Abby cut the crust off the sandwich and cut it into 4 triangles instead of 2 rectangles. Grace had never seen a sandwich cut this way before, therefore in her mind, it would not taste the same. Needless to say, she threw a pretty big fit.

Abby and I tried to explain to her that the sandwich would taste the same. She continued to cry, and continued to reject her mother’s lovely homemade sandwich. So, we sent her to her room to cry and told her we wouldn’t make her anything else to eat until she ate the sandwich.

She went to her room to cry and shut the door so we didn’t have to listen to it. After about 20 minutes, there was no more crying. What we did here was a little rumbling in the kitchen. I didn’t think anything of it. I thought Grace was still in her room and maybe the dog was messing with the cabinets. Just then, Grace walked in carrying a new sandwich she had made herself. It was pretty sloppy, but had the crust cut off and was cut into 2 rectangles. Not 4 triangles. She looked right at her mother and said, “This is how you make my sandwiches.”

Right then, I couldn’t have been more irritated and proud all at the same time. Not to mention, it was a little funny. We both had to put our heads down and compose ourselves before we reacted to what Grace had done. To be honest, I didn’t know what to do. Scold her for being a smart-ass, or praise her for her independence. She had just made her first meal all by herself. She got out the bread, peanut butter, plate, and a very dull knife (that she could not have hurt herself with) and made the sandwich her way. She did it with no help at all. Granted it was in defiance of what we told her, but still. I was pretty impressed.

We told her that it wasn’t okay to make food in the kitchen without us. Then we told her she still had to eat the triangle cut sandwich if she wanted anything else to eat. She ate half of Abby’s sandwich and all of hers. The funny thing is, after all that, Grace only wanted triangle cut sandwiches for about a year. Kids.



  1. Cute story. Thanks for sharing.

  2. Grace is a wonderful little gorl. I can’t wait to see what she does in the future!

  3. It’s cute. She’s cute and your family is lovely.

  4. thank you so much for sharing this story about grace….she is an amazing young lady….there might have been a little confusion on whether to laugh or scold….but you guys handle this with so much love….one of the greatest things are when grace is around 20 or 21 there will be much laughter ar
    ound the dinner table remembering these wonderful times…God Bless you,,,abby and your family….

  5. I enjoy reading your stuff and appreciate your honesty and earthiness(?). I have a nephew at home with two young daughtrers while wife/mom works outside the home. I am going to recommend your blog to him.

  6. Great story! I love it! Grace sounds like a very special girl 🙂

  7. Great story. My daughter, Jo, was a picky eater, too. She would eat Rosella Tomato and Kraft Peanut Butter. Sometimes we tried to trick her with another brand, but she knew and didn’t want to eat it. When she stayed with my cousin while I had baby number 5, she went with her brands of soup and peanut butter butter. Rosella is a well known brand here in Australia. Now she doesn’t eat either of them, but her 2 lovely daughters are a bit finicky with their food. So I lovingly say ‘ serves you right, my darling.’ We often have a laugh over it. It does make life easier when they grow out of these phases.

    • A sweet birthday tribute to your oldest daughter! Mine are 34, 32 and 30…and have babies of their own whenever they tell me of the annoying antics of their kids I also say sweetly …”I told you what goes around comes around, enjoy!” or “just wait till you have kids…the waiting is over!” and we also laugh and realize how life replays some events with new characters ..it’s wonderful!

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