Logan's Sisters: Squidoo

Wednesday, October 1, 2008

Squidoo

I was checking my blogs today, and came across an amazing link on Confessions of a CF Husband. Squidoo is an online group who raises money for charities. They are doing an $80,000 Squidoo Charity Giveaway to the charities of your choice. There is a list of many charities to choose from and for each vote, they will give that charity $2! Of course, I am extremely passionate about March of Dimes and I know some of you are too. However, there may be another charity that means a lot to you. The deadline is October 15th. I invite you all to visit Squidoo and vote for your choice!

3 comments:

lots_of_love_four_kids said...: I'll go check it out! Thank you!; October 2, 2008 at 7:38 AM
Kerry said...: I voted for March of Dimes of course! I felt a moment of guilt doing it since I know some of the lesser known charities could use the money too, but then I pictured Olivia's smiling face, and the guilt vanished!; October 2, 2008 at 9:05 AM
HansonTriplets said...: Speaking of March of Dimes reminded me to ask if you were planning on going to the NICU reunion on October 18th? I think we might bring the triplets. Just curious.; October 2, 2008 at 3:12 PM

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Never Before

NEVER BEFORE
by Jodi Glunt

Never before have I known such love
As that which I feel in my heart.
My beautiful daughter, although physically petite
Fills up an enormous part.

Never before have I seen such strength
From a person who weighed but a pound.
And yet she’s a fighter through and through
With very little that gets her down.

Never before have I heard such laughter
With an energy and zest for life.
She consistently shows me the wonder and joy
While overlooking the pain and strife.

Never before have I felt such mercy
From a God who has allowed me to raise
This miraculous, amazing daughter of mine
On earth, throughout all of my days.

A micropreemie shattering every prediction
About the life she had in store.
Teaching us all about the miracles within us
That we never quite realized before.

Playing In Heaven Instead by Jodi Glunt

You were the perfect little boy
Of whom we always dreamed.
Did you know we had your name picked out?
All along or so it seemed.

You even had your daddy’s hands
So miniature in size.
In life we never got to hold you
Or even see your opened eyes.

We had so many plans for you.
Did you know you are a twin?
I wanted you to grow up together.
What a pair you would have been!

I wanted to take you to the park
And push you on the swing.
I wanted to teach you how to walk,
And read and write and sing.

I wanted to show you a fire truck
And let you ride upon a horse.
I wanted to take you to the zoo
To see the giraffes, of course.

I wanted you to watch cartoons
And play video games with dad.
And you and I would take a nap
Oh, the times we would have had.

But, your mommy’s plans were not to be.
“I have other plans,” God said.
“You won't be playing in life’s playground
You’ll be playing in heaven instead.”

And although I ache with sadness
And in my arms I long to hold.
I’ll see you again in heaven
When my story on earth’s been told.

A Poem

A thousand tiny fireflies
Parading through the night
Illuminate the starless skies
With incandescent light
They are miracles, here on earth
So bold, so strong, so wise
And bring to life a sense of worth
For those who lack great size.

Some of this life’s smaller treasures
Are the ones which matter more
Than the larger joys and pleasures
That we have grown to adore
Volume is not as essential
As the gift that lies inside
Smaller souls with much potential
Who shall never be denied.

A thousand tiny fireflies
Parading through the night
Illuminate the starless skies
With incandescent light
These children, while born premature
Are testaments of worth
Their spirits bold, their futures sure
To ever bless the earth.

© 2006 – Jill Eisnaugle’s
Poetry Collection

Wednesday, October 1, 2008

Squidoo

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