The moment Cousin Beverly, better known in our house as "Betherly", came into our family was a miracle. Matthew and I wondered after the first Sunday dinner at our home if she would come back. When she did come back, we thought she was either crazy or knew we needed help (she was a counselor by profession). She became such a part of our lives that I still expect her to show up for Sunday dinner. She has been a gift, a cherished treasure, who loved us and we love her. Her birthday is coming in a few days and we won't be with her to sing or bake her a pie, but we will be sending joy her way and remembering her in our prayers. Have a great day. We love you.
Betherly hitting on Santa...
Betherly hiding among the torn wrapping paper, winter coats, new toys, and the hubbub of Christmas Eve. What a good sport.
My dad used to say a whole piece of pie only tastes half as good as a half a piece of pie shared with someone you love.
(Notice the can of whipped cream sitting on the table. Poor Betherly, she didn't know what to do with us butter licking, cream whipping, sugar stirring Bush-Coil family members)
The hot and sexy beach girls of Pineview Reservoir. Don't look too long, the reflection off our legs will cause blindness in less than 30 seconds.
Betherly hitting on Santa... 
Betherly hiding among the torn wrapping paper, winter coats, new toys, and the hubbub of Christmas Eve. What a good sport.
My dad used to say a whole piece of pie only tastes half as good as a half a piece of pie shared with someone you love. (Notice the can of whipped cream sitting on the table. Poor Betherly, she didn't know what to do with us butter licking, cream whipping, sugar stirring Bush-Coil family members)
The hot and sexy beach girls of Pineview Reservoir. Don't look too long, the reflection off our legs will cause blindness in less than 30 seconds.
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