Where The Orange Blossoms Grow...: Abigail Evangeline turns 14

Thursday, July 8, 2010

Abigail Evangeline turns 14

I remember 14 years ago waking up at 4:00 in the morning and knowing that soon our 3rd daughter would be born. Sure enough, 2 and a half hours later our sweet Abigail Evangeline came into the world. She was so perfect! Absolutely beautiful to her family. What a gift she is from God. I praise the Lord for her every day. She is growing into such a mature and godly young lady. She is blessing to her family and I trust to all that know her. My prayer for her is that she brings honor and glory to her Lord all the days of her life.

Abby's Mama

The LORD bless thee, and keep thee:
The LORD make his face shine upon thee, and be gracious unto thee:
The LORD lift up his countenance upon thee, and give thee peace.

Numbers 6:24-26

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BonnieJuly 8, 2010 at 7:14 AM
Happy Birthday, Darlin' Abby! We love you! This is a happy day for us, too, because it's when you joined our family. God bless you, Sweetheart.

Love,
Grandmother and Granddaddy
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KellyJuly 8, 2010 at 8:06 AM
Happy Birthday Abby!

Love,
Mrs. Stevens
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UnknownJuly 8, 2010 at 12:03 PM
Happy birthday to a precious niece. I hope you have a wonderful day.
Uncle Eddie
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The Miller FamilyJuly 11, 2010 at 7:29 PM
Happy birthday,sweet Abby! Wish we could be there to celebrate with you!

Love,
Aunt Katie
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AnonymousJuly 26, 2010 at 7:43 PM
Happy Birthday Abby!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I love you SO much and am thankful to God to be
blessed with such a wonderful cousin!!!!!
Happy Birthday my friend!!!!!! <3
Love you!
Love,
Markie
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The Orange Blossom Song

I want to wake up in the morning where the orange blossoms grow,
Where the sun comes creepin' into where I'm sleepin',
and the song birds say hello.

I want to wander over yonder, Pick the fruit that's hanging low,
I want to make my home in Florida where the orange blossoms grow.

I want to wake up in the morning where the ocean breezes blow,
I want to cast my line on the falling tide,
Where the tarpon swim below.

I love the sunshine and the beaches, where the palms sway to and fro,
I want to make my home in Florida where the orange blossoms grow.

I want to wake up in the morning where the Spanish moss hangs low,
Where the gators swim through the Everglades,
And the grand old live oaks grow.

I love the wildwoods, and the cities, and the friends I've come to know.
I want to make my home in Florida where the orange blossoms grow.

I want to wake up in the morning where the orange blossoms grow,
Where the sun comes creepin' into where I'm sleepin',
and the song birds say hello.

I want to wander over yonder, Pick the fruit that's hanging low,
I want to make my home in Florida where the orange blossoms grow.

Here Is Home

Here is home, my blessed home.
Florida is her name.
God’s Providence has brought me here,
So here I will remain.

Here is home, my beautiful home,
Where God's creation sings
About the mighty power and grace
Of Jesus Christ our King.

Here is home, where in the Spring
The orange blossoms bloom,
And fill my senses to the brim
With their sweet perfume.

I love to hear the honey bees
Buzzing with all their might.
I love the clear, blue, cloudless sky,
And radiant stars at night.

Here is home, where Summer comes
With its burning heat,
Relentlessly providing us
With bugs and burning feet.

But when the Lord provides us
With a gentle shower,
It lifts the weary, wilted head
Of every wildflower.

Here is home, where in the Fall,
I don my scarves and sweater,
But really I don’t need them.
Cotton would do better.

No Autumn leaves are falling.
The trees are still quite green,
But a crisp, cool breeze is blowing,
And the days grow short, it seems.

Here is home, where Winter comes.
It's not so very cold,
But how I love to dig in the sand
My numb and barefoot toes!

In wintertime I love to eat
An orange from the tree.
Such a sweet and sticky treat.
Quite a delicacy!

Here is home where I am proud
To be a humble part
Of Florida's great, rich history,
And hold it near my heart.

The land on which I've tromped and played,
The Spanish settlers roam'd.
They called this place the “Land of Flowers,”
And here they made their home.

When war broke out between the States,
We proved our loyalty
To the precious Southern cause,
For God and Liberty!

Some folks call us “Florida Crackers.”
I'm proud to hold that name.
My ancestors were proud as well,
To call themselves the same.

Here is home, My home, sweet home,
Where life is at it's best.
Every day I thank the Lord,
For I am truly blessed!

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Thursday, July 8, 2010

Abigail Evangeline turns 14

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