Goodbye, Boppa

Knowing something is coming doesn’t make it any easier.

My grandpa, nicknamed “Boppa” by my sister when she was little, had been pretty sick the last few weeks. But, while expected, his death today hit me very hard. It’s hard to imagine life without the man whom I lived near for the last 17 years. No longer will he sit at the head of the dinner table on Sabbath afternoons or drive his power wheelchair at full speed through the house with no regard for anything in his path.

Last Thursday, my mom called to tell us that it was time, so we packed the car and headed north as fast as we could. About halfway there, my mom called to say that he was stable again, but we continued, dropping Lucy off with my sister-in-law and spending several hours at the hospital. We got to say our “goodbyes”, just in case.

And, I’m glad we did. When my mom called around 7 a.m. today, we were out of the house in about 10 minutes, but it didn’t matter. Boppa passed away at 7:20 a.m. Do I have regrets? Sure. I wish I had stuck to my guns and spent the weekend at my parents’ house. I had this feeling that Boppa would die today, and had we gone up on Friday night, we would have been there with him. But, I do feel thankful that I didn’t have to watch him take his last breath. That would have been so tough.

In his 86 years, Boppa touched a lot of lives. He was a Seventh-day Adventist missionary in Japan when my dad and uncle were little. He was a pastor and church planter. He was a religion professor. He was a husband, father, grandfather and great-grandfather. He was one of the greatest men I’ve known. And, he and my grandmother, called “Bomma”, were the perfect example of marriage and love. They were married for 66 years, and seeing how deep their love was always impressed me. Seeing Bomma sitting at his bedside these last few weeks, clasping his hand and telling him how much she loved him, spoke volumes to me. And, when I was told that Bomma rushed to his side this morning, holding him and telling him she loved him until he died in her arms, my eyes filled with tears.

I feel blessed to have been able to live near Boppa and Bomma for the last 17 years. I got to spend so much time with them, and for that I’m thankful. I was able to have Boppa speak at my wedding, something that was very important to me.

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And, when my daughter was born, Boppa dedicated her to Jesus. Lucy was the only great-grandchild he had the honor of dedicating.


Boppa overcame so much that I always told Joe he was invincible. Sadly, I was wrong. But, though I am very sad now, I am comforted to know that I will see him again when Jesus comes. I just hope that will be soon. Boppa, I am so proud to be your granddaughter, and I will always love you.

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Wordless Wednesday: Fierce


Getting my Bake On

A couple of weeks ago, I whipped up another batch of cupcakes to take to my parents’ for lunch. I decided to go a little more gourmet AND I made my own frosting. It was good. So good, in fact, that I had to dump out the leftovers before I ate it all.

I went with a “Reeces Peanut Butter” cupcake. I made the batter (I have yet to make that from scratch), and then I put a mini Reeces peanut butter cup that I had frozen overnight in the middle of each cupcake. Here’s how that looks after it bakes:


Yeah. Now I’m really craving another batch! I found the frosting recipe on All Recipes, and it was super easy. I did modify it a bit, though, because it called for way too much sugar. In my opinion, at least. Here’s what I used:

1/2 C butter
1 C peanut butter
2 C confectioners sugar (Next time, I’d probably only use 1.5 C, though.)
Heavy whipping cream as needed

Beat butter and peanut butter together until light and fluffy. Slowly add in 1 C confectioners sugar. Add whipping cream until it reaches the consistency you desire. Slowly add in the rest of the confectioners sugar, and then add in more whipping cream until it reaches your desired consistency.

See? Super easy. I think it took me 5-10 minutes to make it. Just a note, though, store the cupcakes in the refrigerator since the frosting includes whipping cream.

Want to see the finished product? Of course you do.



Let me know if you try this. It’s definitely a keeper!

Mommy’s Little Helper

It’s been a LONG time since I’ve really done some baking. I really love to bake, but it’s so hard keeping up with my kitchen and other parts of my house with my little toddler tornado that I just really haven’t had a chance.

A few weeks ago, Publix had cake mixes BOGO (buy one, get one free), so with my coupons I got 20 boxes for 20-cents a box. Since I have tons of cake mix now, I figured I’d whip up some cupcakes (my favorite thing to bake) for Valentine’s Day. I went with “Chocolate Covered Strawberry cupcakes”, and boy, they were good!

Of course, my mini-me had to get in on the action. She loves to help, even if that means just standing on a chair watching. This time, though, she really did help, and we had so much fun together.

Getting ready to start baking!

Lucy is a pro at putting in the cupcake liners.


She is also very good at pouring in the cake mix.

And, she helped pour in the oil.

She thought it took too long to mix everything up.

Licking the batter was the best part!


My supervisor showed me into which liner to pour the batter.

You have to concentrate veeeeeery hard.

The best part comes after they’re baked — frosting them!

The finished product!

Lucy thought they were great.


Baking is definitely more fun with a 2-year-old around to help!

I am so over this crazy, crazy winter weather. Today, it was almost 80 degrees. Next week, it’s supposed to be in the 50s. My sinuses can’t take much more of this back and forth of the temperature!

I am so glad we have a Keurig coffee maker. We don’t have to worry about bunn parts like filters, etc. We just pop in a K cup, and we are good to go. Coffee making is so much simpler now, and now we’re not wasting half a pot or so like we were before. Honestly, I don’t know how we lived without our Keurig.