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Jane & Her New Wheels!

What did Jane get for her 3 1/2 year birthday? HOT WHEELS!! We are all so excited about Jane's custom chair complete with her name on the back and of course in her favorite color, bright pink! The big tray on the front will allow Lucy, her "big" little sister, to share toys and have tea parties! The milestones with Jane are so different than her sister's; however, they are equally rewarding.

Jane has influenced each of us with her resilience and determination. I'm looking forward to burning rubber with Jane!!

An Evening to Remember

Last week I had the pleasure of preparing dinner for one of my very favorite people, Dr. Bleakley Chandler, in honor of his eighty-eighth birthday. Bleakley, who has been a good friend and client for many years, and his precious wife of sixty-one years, Jane, were kind and gracious hosts. 

The birthday boy and king of the household, Bleakley, is as energetic and spry as the first time I met him. From brisk walks in his neighborhood to quickly responding to emails, he is, no doubt, more on the ball than you or I. 

So, is age just a number? In Bleakley's case, yes; absolutely. 

It was a wonderful and unforgettable evening, and I so look forward to Bleakley's eighty-ninth!

 

Remembering Ronnie

Ronnie

Each year as my birthday approaches, I remember how Ronnie and I used to joke about our February birthdays--how we were probably meant to be friends because we both had such hard heads and that people used to wonder why we were always together. He always called me baby, unless he was mad at me and then it was Ms. Stewart! A VeryVera event wasn’t complete without Ronnie. Nothing was planted in my yard without him and you could easily find us from day break until dusk when it was time to plant pansies, impatiens, or spread pine straw for the season. Work just wasn’t work when Ronnie was around.

I’ll never forget that call on December 23, 2007 saying that Ronnie had been rushed to the hospital. When I left work on Christmas Eve, I went straight to Doctor’s Hospital ICU and waited until I could go in. I held his hand and although he didn’t seem to know I was there….my heart tells me he did. He never woke back up. Ronnie died 2 days after my birthday on February 23. I think of him, especially during the month of February, and on this today. I can’t plant pansies in my yard to this day…just because those were ours. But this year I’m making a pledge to bring those back. This fall when everyone starts preparing their pansy beds, I’m going to prepare ours. I think Ronnie will be proud of my decision, and I promise that I will do my best to remember all his little tricks he used to use to guarantee that ours will look the best in town! 

You’re still a big part of my life, Ronnie. I miss you and will always love you.

Vera