Well, here are six. Of course this was taken several years ago. Because now getting all six together at once is almost impossible. The girl in red was in Texas for two years; the boy on the right is moving to Florida next month. Two down, four to go!!
Here is my Christmas miracle. (Sorry about the really awful pictures!)
That is all that remains of my little red rodeo. It gave its life in order to save those of my children and myself. On December 26, 2003, at 5:30am, the rodeo was loaded with gifts and bags and children on its way to Las Vegas to see grandma and grandpa. I hit a piece of black ice and rolled my truck - three times! - and ended up on the opposite side of the road facing traffic. In the middle of nowhere, in the dark. As the truck began its roll (which seemed to happen in slow motion) we all heard someone say, quite clearly, "You'll be alright." When the truck came to a stop, the lights were still on inside and we could all see each other, see that we were all ok and no one was hurt. One of my daughters was very upset, so I got out of the truck and went to calm her down, as soon as I could hug her and speak with all of them (and find my phone) the lights went out. Not one cut, not a bruise, nothing! We were shaken but unhurt. It took a few months before I could drive in the dark and a few more months before I would drive in the dark with the kids. Then last Christmas we drove to Seattle for a family Christmas. Drove right up into a blizzard! But I did it! My kids got through it (they were in the back seat "helping" by reminding me of the rollover! Lovely!) Miracles happen every day, I'm living proof!