Mommyhood Unrefined

Three years ago today I watched in amazement as Ryan, my husband,  powered through his brain surgery six months before we said "I do." Despite all the behind-the-scene chaos and the long, emotional road to recovery, today I'm proud that he is my husband, a wonderful father to our sons, and a selfless servant to our family. He has transitioned through so much change in our lives with endurance. God is good. I love you, Ry. Copyright 2013 ->Renee Sunberg

The Broncos lost their playoff game. All hopes of a Superbowl win are now crushed. Through all the embarrassing seasons and even more embarrassing coaches (yes, I'm referring to Josh McDaniels), everyone knows that, if you live in Colorado, you love the Broncos. It's kind of a package deal.  Now that that is off my chest, after the game me and Ryan were taking a little walk down memory lane and were trying to remember all the Bible nursery rhymes that we grew up with as kids. Some we could completely sing by heart. There were others that took some jogging of the memory.  For example I couldn't remember "Put your hand in the hand." I don't know if any of you can, but the only version I could remember was my dad's special "revised" version to keep us from touching the fan when me or my brothers were sleeping on the top bunk growing up.  The original lyrics look like this: Put your hand in the hand of the man who stilled the water Put