Monday, October 9, 2017


It's a new day, a new week & one without the worry of hurricanes! Hopefully fall will truly arrive later this week. I know like most of you, I am so ready for the cooler temps! I know I have said it before but fall is really my favorite time of the year. It reminds me of my Daddy, of our wedding day, of sugar cane grinding season and of fall festivals! 
We spent the day yesterday at La Fete Des Vieux Temps
It was hot but we had an amazing time! 
Great food, great entertainment and special times spent with our lil family!
 Even Abel enjoyed the festivities!

Isn't he just the cutest thing ever? 
And such a good baby! He is so loved and so lovable!
It's hard to believe he will be 4 weeks old this Thursday!
These two had a pretty good time too!!

Lord we are so blessed!!!

I hope you all had a wonderful weekend and your week ahead brings you

Sharing a few links:::


1 lb pizza dough
⅔ cup pumpkin puree
½ cup crushed pecans
½ cup brown sugar
1 tsp cinnamon
½ tsp allspice
¼ tsp nutmeg
1 Tbsp melted butter
¼ cup caramel + more for drizzle on top
Flour for surface

Preheat oven to 350 and grease an 8x4 bread loaf pan.
Roll out pizza dough into a rectangle that's about 16x8 inches in size.
In a small mixing bowl, combine pumpkin, sugar, spices and pecans. Mix until all incorporated.
Brush dough with melted butter and drizzle ¼ cup of caramel all over the dough.
Spread pumpkin mixture evenly all over the dough.
Cut the dough easily using a pizza cutter, lengthwise, into three long strips. Then cut in width-wise, creating squares. Stack squares and place them side-by-side into the prepared loaf pan. Drizzle some more caramel over the top and place in the oven.
Bake for 35-38 minutes.

Have a blessed day!

Thursday, September 21, 2017


He has arrived

6lbs 14 oz
20 inches

It's hard to believe that he is already 1 week old!
 Slow down please! 
We are all so in love with him and so blessed!
 Addie and Brenan are amazing parents and Kylee is an awesome big sister!

 There is certainly no lack of love and affection for this sweet baby! He is such a good baby, only fusses when he is hungry or needs a diaper change. It is such an awesome feeling to be YaYa and Poppa again! And Josh is such a great big cousin...he just loves that boy!

 Let the spoiling begin, or should I say let it continue!

The joy in their faces warms my heart!

Our lives are so blessed!

Wednesday, September 6, 2017


I was going to post this yesterday but my heart just wasn't in the right place. 
Today is a new day so here goes!

One year ago yesterday, everything changed...I changed, my family changed, my outlook on life changed! ALL for the better! One year ago I was admitted to the hospital for congestive heart failure. I had not been feeling well for quite a while but just kept pushing ( very little) and I guess I was in denial about my health. Us nurses tend to do for everyone but ourselves! I honestly don't remember very much about that weekend before. The last really good recollection I have is going to Joshua's Grandparents day mass then to the Dr for a general check up. Very vague recollection of going out to eat for Addie's birthday that Sunday and no recollection of having friends over to swim for Labor Day. I do not even remember going to the ER that day, nor do I remember my almost 2 week stay at St Anne's. I have pictures of the day my family came to visit, but I do not remember it! That is very scary and a strange feeling. Many have told me, maybe its a good thing you don't remember. I am not so sure of have lost 2 weeks is just not a good feeling. I don't expect anyone to understand that, it just is what it is! The next 2 weeks at Thibodaux Regional were rough but at least I DO remember that! Those poor people who worked in Rehab have a special place in heaven that is for sure! I know I gave them a rough time...but had it not been for them pushing me I would not be where I am today!

And my family....oh my poor family! I am so sorry to have scared you all and for not being a very good patient. But I was scared also. They never gave up on me and pushed me day after day. I saw a different side of my that warms my heart when I think about it.
 In sickness and in health...takes on a whole new meaning.
 Thank you Rene' for being so patient with me. 
My children...what can I say? 
They never left my side and pushed me day after day. I know that was not easy for them but as a Mom it makes you feel so good to realize that you raised your children to be kind and caring and loving! I honestly don't think I would have come this far if it was not for them!
Thank you Addie, Jordan, Kristen and Brenan!
I am so proud of them!
Has it been easy? Heck no. 
Has it been worth it? Hell yes! 
So much has changed but all of it for the better! 

I miss my work family...I miss my work!
 But I know I did the right thing by retiring early. I think about all of my patients and Mom's who I hope I helped just a little along the way. I got so much joy out of knowing that my words of advice helped a Mom to know that she was doing the right thing, just needed some validation!
 Thank you Dr Cruse and Dr Peltier for allowing me to be the nurse that I was!

What a year it has been!
 And now we await the arrival of our new grandson with so much joy!
 AND I get to be home to spoil him, just as I do Joshua and Kylee!


Thursday, August 24, 2017

Memories and Baby Showers!

Isn't it amazing how the simplest thing can trigger a memory in our lives? This morning as I am scrolling through FB, I came across a recipe for chicken spaghetti and memories of my Daddy came flooding back to me. Good memories...happy times...special times! That can all be taken away within minutes but thank God those memories linger forever. No one can ever take that from us. I miss my Daddy so very much. 
But the memories...oh so sweet!

This past weekend we celebrated another milestone in our lives...a baby shower for our sweet little Abel. It seems like he will make his arrival sooner than the end of the month and we are all so ready to meet him. None of us more ready than his Mommy and Daddy! and of course his big sister! It's been a rough couple of months for Addie but she has been so strong and I am so proud of her. She is going to be an amazing Mommy...she already is! Now we just wait for his arrival so we can begin the spoiling...that's what grandparents are for right?

Here are a few pictures from the shower.

My baby...having a baby! Awe !!

Sending prayers to our neighbors in Texas as Hurricane Harvey approaches their coast!
Be safe y'all!



  • 4 – chicken breast or thighs, with bone and skin
  • 1 – rotisserie chicken, deboned and peeled
  • 1 – 14.5 can chicken broth
  • 1 – 14.5 ounce can peel tomato, with sauce
  • 1 – large onion, diced
  • 1 – large bell pepper, chopped
  • 1 – tablespoon garlic, minced
  • 2 – tablespoon dried parsley
  • 1 – 6 ounce can tomato paste
  • 1 – 8 ounce can tomato sauce
  • 1 – cup all purpose flour
  • 1/4 – teaspoon cayenne pepper
  • 1/4 – teaspoon black pepper
  • 1/4 – cup olive oil
  • 1 – teaspoon salt
  • 1 – cup sliced mushrooms
  • 2 – teaspoon garlic powder
  • green onions to garnish


In a large pot, heat olive oil to medium/high temperature. Lightly season raw thigh or breast with salt, pepper, and garlic powder, then batter in flour. Discard any remaining flour. Brown chicken in olive oil for about 2 – 3 minutes each side. If chicken sticks, let it fry for a minute or two longer.
Add all remaining ingredients into the pot and mix well, including mushrooms and rotisserie chicken. Cover and let simmer slowly for 1 hour stirring occasionally. Serve hot over rice and garnish with chopped green onions. Enjoy!

Have a wonderful weekend and stay dry if you can!
Love to all of you! XoXoXo

Wednesday, August 9, 2017

August 9th

August 9th
Just saying that date breaks my heart.
It was the hardest day of my life.
I started this blog entry 3 times and each time
the words just did not come.
You would think after 24 years, it would not be so hard.
But it is....that day will forever be etched inside my brain...
and forever in my heart.
I read a friend's blog post and it said
everything my heart feels on this day.
With her permission, I share it with you.
I pray for every parent that has lost a child.
There is no way to describe the pain.
But as time goes on, although the pain is still there, you
somehow learn to "cope" with your new family circle.

“It has been said time heals all wounds.  I do not agree.  The wounds remain.  In time, the mind protecting it’s sanity covers them with scar tissue and the pain lessens, but it’s never gone.”
– Rose Kennedy


1). Love never dies.
There will never come a day, hour, minute or second I stop loving or thinking about my son. Just as parents of living children unconditionally love their children always and forever, so do bereaved parents. I want to say and hear his name just the same as non-bereaved parents do. I want to speak about my deceased child as normally and naturally as you speak of your living ones.
I love my child just as much as you love yours– the only difference is mine lives in heaven and talking about about him is unfortunately quite taboo in our culture. I hope to change that. Our culture isn’t so great about hearing about children gone too soon, but that doesn’t stop me from saying my son’s name and sharing his love and light everywhere I go. Just because it might make you uncomfortable, doesn’t make him matter any less. My son’s life was cut irreversibly short, but his love lives on forever. And ever.

2). Bereaved parents share an unspeakable bond.
In my seven years navigating the world as a bereaved parent, I am continually struck by the power of the bond between bereaved parents. Strangers become kindreds in mere seconds– a look, a glance, a knowing of the heart connects us, even if we’ve never met before. No matter our circumstances, who we are, or how different we are, there is no greater bond than the connection between parents who understand the agony of enduring the death of a child. It’s a pain we suffer for a lifetime, and unfortunately only those who have walked the path of child loss understand the depth and breadth of both the pain and the love we carry.

3). I will grieve for a lifetime.
Period. The end. There is no “moving on,” or “getting over it.” There is no bow, no fix, no solution to my heartache. There is no end to the ways I will grieve and for how long I will grieve. There is no glue for my broken heart, no exilir for my pain, no going back in time. For as long as I breathe, I will grieve and ache and love my son with all my heart and soul. There will never come a time where I won’t think about who my son would be, what he would look like, and how he would be woven perfectly into the tapestry of my family. I wish people could understand that grief lasts forever because love lasts forever; that the loss of a child is not one finite event, it is a continuous loss that unfolds minute by minute over the course of a lifetime. Every missed birthday, holiday, milestone– should-be back-to-school school years and graduations; weddings that will never be; grandchildren that should have been but will never be born– an entire generation of people are irrevocably altered forever.
This is why grief lasts forever. The ripple effect lasts forever. The bleeding never stops.

4). It’s a club I can never leave, but is filled with the most shining souls I’ve ever known.
This crappy club called child loss is a club I never wanted to join, and one I can never leave, yet is filled with some of the best people I’ve ever known. And yet we all wish we could jump ship– that we could have met another way– any other way but this. Alas, these shining souls are the most beautiful, compassionate, grounded, loving, movers, shakers and healers I have ever had the honor of knowing. They are life-changers, game-changers, relentless survivors and thrivers. Warrior moms and dads who redefine the word brave.
Every day loss parents move mountains in honor of their children gone too soon. They start movements, change laws, spearhead crusades of tireless activism. Why? In the hope that even just one parent could be spared from joining the club. If you’ve ever wondered who some of the greatest world changers are, hang out with a few bereaved parents and watch how they live, see what they do in a day, a week, a lifetime. Watch how they alchemize their grief into a force to be reckoned with, watch how they turn tragedy into transformation, loss into legacy.
Love is the most powerful force on earth, and the love between a bereaved parent and his/her child is a life force to behold. Get to know a bereaved parent. You’ll be thankful you did.

5). The empty chair/room/space never becomes less empty.
Empty chair, empty room, empty space in every family picture. Empty, vacant, forever gone for this lifetime. Empty spaces that should be full, everywhere we go. There is and will always be a missing space in our lives, our families, a forever-hole-in-our-hearts. Time does not make the space less empty. Neither do platitudes, clichés or well-wishes for us to “move on,” or “stop dwelling,” from well intentioned friends or family. Nothing does. No matter how you look at it, empty is still empty. Missing is still missing. Gone is still gone. The problem is nothing can fill it. Minute after minute, hour after hour, day after day, month after month, year after heartbreaking year the empty space remains.
The empty space of our missing child(ren) lasts a lifetime. And so we rightfully miss them forever. Help us by holding the space of that truth for us.

6). No matter how long it’s been, holidays never become easier without my son.
Never, ever. Have you ever wondered why every holiday season is like torture for a bereaved parent? Even if it’s been 5, 10, or 25 years later? It’s because they really, truly are. Imagine if you had to live every holiday without one or more of your precious children. Imagine how that might feel for you. It would be easier to lose an arm, a leg or two– anything— than to live without your flesh and blood, without the beat of your heart. Almost anything would be easier than living without one of more of your precious children. That is why holidays are always and forever hard for bereaved parents. Don’t wonder why or even try to understand. Know you don’t have to understand in order to be a supportive presence. Consider supporting and loving some bereaved parents this holiday season. It will be the best gift you could ever give them.

7). Because I know deep sorrow, I also know unspeakable joy.
Though I will grieve the death of my son forever and then some, it does not mean my life is lacking happiness and joy. Quite the contrary, in fact, though it took awhile to get there. It is not either/or, it’s both/and. My life is more rich now. I live from a deeper place. I love deeper still. Because I grieve I also know a joy like no other. The joy I experience now is far deeper and more intense than the joy I experienced before my loss. Such is the alchemy of grief.
Because I’ve clawed my way from the depth of unimaginable pain, suffering and sorrow, again and again– when the joy comes, however and whenever it does– it is a joy that reverberates through every pore of my skin and every bone in my body. I feel all of it, deeply: the love, the grief, the joy, the pain. I embrace and thank every morsel of it. My life now is more rich and vibrant and full, not despite my loss, but because of it. In grief there are gifts, sometimes many. These gifts don’t in any way make it all “worth” it, but I am grateful beyond words for each and every gift that comes my way. I bow my head to each one and say thank you, thank you, thank you. Because there is nothing– and I mean absolutely nothing– I take for granted. Living life in this way gives me greater joy than I’ve ever known possible.

I have my son to thank for that. Being his mom is the best gift I’ve ever been given.

Even death can’t take that away.

Joshua Paul Hernandez

Love you forever my son!

Tuesday, July 25, 2017


3 months! 3 months since I have posted my thoughts! That is much too long huh? It's not like I don't
 have the time...I guess I just got a little lazy and the thoughts weren't flowing? 
Yeah, we will go with that!
 A lot has happened in the last 3 months...

Addie and Brenan got married

I have officially decided to retire

I have been busy planning a baby shower

I have been helping out with watching the kids this summer

I'd say all of that has kept me busy! But I wouldn't have it any other way. 
It sure helps the days to go by a little quicker...well most days! 
Its been entirely too hot to sit out on the patio during the day but you will most definitely catch me out there every evening....with a fan blowing on me!
The summer is passing by so quickly but that's okay because 
I love what comes after the hot summer months...
FALL! My FAVORITE time of the year.
 What is your favorite time of the year?

Have a blessed day and always let those special ones in your 
life know just how much they mean to you.
 None of us are guaranteed tomorrow!

Sharing a few links with you all.

And now here is a recipe for you to try...ENJOY!


  • 3 c milk
  • 3 eggs
  • 3/4 c sugar
  • 2 bananas
  • 1/2 c caramel bits
  • 1 loaf of french or sandwich bread day old is best, discard heels of bread
  • 1 tsp vanilla
  • 1/2 tsp almond extract
  • 2 tbsp melted butter if using a bundt or mini bundt pans
  • Non stick spray if using 9x12 glass dish
  1. Dice your loaf of french bread, or thick sandwich bread (do not use heels). 
  2. Add milk to large bowl. Put diced bread into milk and soak milk up with bread. In separate bowl add eggs, sugar, vanilla, almond extract and mix well. 
  3. Add sugar mixture to bread mixture and mix well. Cut banana, add to mixture and add your caramel bits to mixture. 
  4. Melt butter and pour into bundt pan if you're using that, or spray non stick cooking spray into glass 9x12 baking dish. 
  5. Fill bundt holes with a banana slice and then with bread pudding mix, or pour mix directly into glass baking dish and put in oven at 350 degrees for approx. 
  6. 30 minutes or until egg is no longer soft. You don't want to over cook this as bread pudding should be soft.