Life is Lovelier with Lace. . . And Threaded Memories of The 4th

Hummer: Are you doing anything on the 4th?

Ludvigson Lace Lady: Well, apparently not. Schedules are conflicting.

Hummer: That would be Tim’s and your schedules, I would guess? (Since your kids are not around.)

Ludvigson Lace Lady: Right. Work schedules. But even if we were both off, there is still the weather.

Hummer: The weather?

Ludvigson Lace Lady: Yes! It’s too hot to be outdoors.

Hummer: Very true. But then, swimming comes to mind.

Ludvigson Lace Lady: Yes. That’s the only place to be in the heat!

Hummer: I agree!

Click here for Ludvigson Lace Lady’s blog: Life is Lovelier with Lace. . . And Swimming

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Ludvigson Lace Lady: But at my age now, the swimsuit only comes out for the grandchildren! All inhibition goes out the window for them!

Hummer: Yes! And the uninhibited camera too!

Ludvigson Lace Lady: Only for the grandchildren! And then, only when they are situated in front of this grandma!

So what we will do now, on the 4th – in our empty nested, easily overheated, aged bodies – is to reminisce about past 4ths.

Hummer: And, of course, the reminiscing happens in air conditioned comfort!

Ludvigson Lace Lady: Because our current location happens to be…Texas heat.

Hummer: Yes. But there was Arkansas heat too. Just like Texas.

Ludvigson Lace Lady: Minnesota was the best, in July!

Hummer: Loved it!

Click here for Ludvigson Lace Lady’s blog, Life is Lovelier with Lace. . . And the Lake :

https://ludvigsonlace.wordpress.com/2018/06/01/life-is-lovelier-with-lace-and-the-lake/

Ludvigson Lace Lady: I think we are forgetting about the mosquitos. They would drive any Minnesotan indoors just as fast as the Texans gravitate to the ac unit!

Hummer: Well, I guess there is no perfect place to live. Or, better yet, let’s learn from the ‘snowbirds!’

Click here forLudvigson Lace Lady’s blog, Life is Lovelier with Lace. . . And Minnesota & Arkansas & Texas:

https://ludvigsonlace.wordpress.com/2017/01/03/life-is-lovelier-with-lace-and-minnesota-arkansas-texas/

Ludvigson Lace Lady: When the snow flies in Minnesota, head south; When the southern summer heat reigns, head north.

Hummer: Or, just enjoy the fireworks on your living room couch in the the beloved air conditioning.

Ludvigson Lace Lady: It’s an age thing, isn’t it?

Hummer: Yes, but that’s ok. Let’s be old! Let’s dig out the 4th of July memories with a sweatshirted air conditioning chilled.

Click here for Ludvigson Lace Lady’s blog, Life is Lovelier with Lace. . . And a 4th of July Picnic:

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Life is Lovelier with Lace…

It is also possible to crochet lace while watching televised fireworks! ☺

So, this year will be a much more relaxed holiday. And I will thoroughly enjoy hooking a brand new shop item:

♡♡ Beaded Beverage Veils♡♡

I can’t wait to begin!

Lacey ♡ Lover’s Knot ♡ Scarf ♡ Victory Red

Of course, if the grandchildren choose to surprise Tim and me with their presence on the 4th, my swimsuit will come out of hiding! Down to the pool we will go! Hint, hint.

Lacey ♡ CloverFields ♡ Wrap ♡ Victory Red

No hinting will not produce grandchild reality from their four-cornered global positions. So, the hook will likely win over the swimsuit.

No matter how the festivities are enjoyed, may the snap, crackle and pop in sparkling red, white and blue take precedence in celebrating the birthday of our great nation: The United States of America!

and add a little lace. Crocheted lace.

Lacey ♡ ShellBead Necklace ♡ Red☆White☆Blue

Happy 4th,

Debbie Ludvigson

The Ludvigson Lace Lady

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Hummer

Click here for Hummer’s Blog, “Hummingly. . . On the 4th”

https://hymnsforhimtheludvigsons.wordpress.com/2017/06/30/hummingly-on-the-4th/

Life is Lovelier with Lace. . . And a Trusted Father

Ludvigson Lace Lady: Don’t forget Father’s Day, Hummer!

Hummer: Father’s Day? Oh, yes. Next Sunday. Right?

Ludvigson Lace Lady: Yup.

Hummer: Well, let’s see. It’s quite a different day than what it used to be…

Ludvigson Lace Lady: You’re right. The boys and I would be preparing for a week. And the table would be set for not just Tim, but for either Tim’s or my dad also. And the moms, of course.

Hummer: Yup! For the younger years in Arkansas, that would be Tim’s dad. And for the older years, that would be your dad.

Ludvigson Lace Lady: Yes. And the boys would be so excited. They loved their dad and their grandpas!

Hummer: And they loved a party. The energy let loose on that day was massive. At least it sounded like it from the kitchen, where I was putting the dinner together!

Ludvigson Lace Lady: It seemed like a testosterone explosion one year!

Hummer: Are you thinking of a Father’s Day in Arkansas when you finally sent them to their room, during the meal?

Ludvigson Lace Lady: Yes! I can’t believe I did that!

Hummer: They must have been truly rambunctious!

Ludvigson Lace Lady: Oh, they were. To be fair, I believe it was before we had all four boys; there were only two at this time.

Hummer: Oh, so we can narrow it down.

Ludvigson Lace Lady: You can, if you wish. It doesn’t matter. We called the highly active tendancies, presidential material. And it was! It just got to be a little much sometimes!

Hummer: Well, there won’t be any rambunction around the table this year.

Ludvigson Lace Lady: No. There sure won’t. In fact, I will be working!

Hummer: Maybe Tim should dine with your friends again, at Buckner Westminster Place, while you play receptionist in the lobby!

Ludvigson Lace Lady: Now that’s an idea! They can all reminisce together, of Father’s Days gone by!

Click below for Hummer’s Blog, “Hummingly. . . The Dad of Four Sons”:

https://hymnsforhimtheludvigsons.wordpress.com/2017/06/15/hummingly-for-the-dad-of-four-sons/

Ludvigson Lace Lady: I still relish Father’s Day, even though the boys are grown. If they lived near by, we would hopefully celebrate the same as before.

Hummer: Yes, that would be nice. But you can make the best of it as it is.

Ludvigson Lace Lady: Ha! Yes, the always wished for Sunday afternoon nap will rule!

Hummer: I am so glad we have a day set aside to thank Dads for all their labors of love. For they truly do both labor and love every day of the year, on behalf of the family.

Life is Lovelier with Lace. . .

Yes, Tim will have opportunity for a Sunday afternoon nap this Father’s Day. For all the years when naps were only a dream, a quiet time with his feet up will be quite welcome.

Not that he won’t be thinking of his four grown boys. There is not a day that goes by that Tim and I do not speak of them. Usually the stories don’t need to be repeated – only a key word – signifying a highlight, and we are smiling.

Or not smiling. And then we remember, parenting isn’t for cowards. Each day holds opportunity for success or for failure, as a parent.

It’s a walk of faith. Trusting God. Period.

And knowing that He, of whom we trust, loves them more than we do; thus, we will succeed.

And in the same way, each of our boys will succeed, as they trust God.

Trusting God.

As I pick up my crochet hook and weave the thread around the fingers of my right hand – with a particular tension, and then hold the crochet hook in my left hand, saddled between thumb and fingers – exactly right, I know my stitch will be uniform. And uniform is what makes the lace lovely.

As parents, we rise up each day with a desire to trust and obey Him with every step of our parenting. God sovereignly acts on each child’s behalf, to produce – in unique fashion – a child after His heart.

It may not happen the way we think. Or in the time we hope. But, by faith, it will happen. As we trust God.

My crochet stitches, when carefully handled, will look lovely. I know this, because I have other lace pieces for proof. I must plod on, one stitch at a time.

As parents, we have God’s Word to believe and act upon, in the same way.

Completion of a lace project might be delayed because of various circumstances. I might have to work at Buckner, unexpectedly. Or a trip might interrupt our routine. Even though the crocheting might lay waiting for an hour, or a day longer, I know it will someday be complete. And it will be lovely. Lace always is!

Each lovely stitch resulted from my explicit patterned positioning of the thread and hook.

So it is with trusting God and His Word.

And so it is with trusting God and His Word – with parenting. In His time and in His way, there will be beauty. As we trust Him.

Happy celebrating Trust on Father’s Day,

Debbie Ludvigson

The Ludvigson Lace Lady

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Life is Lovelier with Lace…and Swimmimg!

 

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“How many summersaults can you do?” my cousin asked me as we both dove into the water once again, with the renewed challenge.

“Three!” came Diane’s response.

“Let’s try for four! Ready, set, go!”

We were just off the dock, waiting for Uncle Jerry to start up the speed boat for waterskiing.

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“Who’ll go first?” 

“Oh, I don’t  care. You want to?”

And the fun began. Again. Another day in the lake. One of those Minnesota lakes. Not all of them were fit for swimming. Fishing, yes. Swimming, no.

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“You must have an unmucky lake bottom! There was nothing worse than your toe slipping into slimy…umm, let’s see now. What does the muck remind me of?”

“Oh, I know!” The adult Ludvigson Lace Lady just took a moment to google muck synonyms, to no avail. But after some of her own thoughtful remembrance, she succeeded with her own:

“Cow Manure!”

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And if the Ludvigson Lace Lady youth could be revisited, she would add,

“Freshly ‘spilt’ after the milking was done – at the Hietke’s dairy barn, just down the road from our lake!”

That would be Knife Lake. With that being said, Knife Lake is still remembered with fondness. Regardless of the bottom.

“But the bottom is nothing to be fond of!”

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Swimming began before Knife Lake for the Ludvigson Lace Lady.

“Dad was always in the water with us kids. He would sneak up and grab our feet, to scare us.”

In reality, he was intensely motivated to teach all five of his kids how to swim. Beyond that, having fun in the water was all that mattered.

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The raft was an unswerving motivator for the young Ludvigson Lace Lady. In her elementary swimming years, there was a raft out in the deep water.

“Twin Lakes, possibly?” It was in the heart of Minneapolis.

Oh, how I wanted to get to the raft. And jump off!”

But her dad would not allow floating devices.

“None of the kind.”

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So with swimming came the rite for the raft. And once on the raft, jumps and dives.

“Without touching the lake bottom!”

“And I did!”

It was a highlight of her life.

“At least if you could help it,” remembering Knife Lake. “As a shallow lake, you have to be brave if you want to ski.” And she was not talking about putting waterskis on top of the water, with you feet in the rubber slippers.

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She is speaking of touching the manure/muck on the lake bottom!

“Turtles, too!”

Yes, the turtles could be found snapping in the grassy areas of the lake.

“You must plan your falls in the middle of the lake. And then, when you fall, make sure you paddle your feet.”

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Not to hold you up, but to keep the fish from nipping at your legs!

“We never swam in a pool as a child! Dad didn’t like pools. Probably the chlorine.” Or maybe because there were no pools around.

“Minnesota didn’t need pools, boasting of the ten thousand lakes,” she can hear her dad say.

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But later, the Ludvigson Lace Lady lived in Arkansas. Ten thousand lakes? In Arkansas? Arkansans only believe 10,00 lakes to be Swedish folklore. But no lakes was no problem to the Ludvigson Lace Lady. The pool life was introduced, and loved!

“The pool has great bottoms!”

As her days were soon filled with one boy, then two, three and four, pool time was almost daily, May through September!

Lots of swim time!”

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“No flotation devices, until you can swim in the deep end!” Memories of the Ludvigson Lace Lady’s dad swirled around in her mind, as she watched each of her boys in the water.

“Well, the wings weren’t around in my day. They will certainly help in the swimming process.” She gave in, much to her dad’s chagrin.

She used the wings. She also bent the rules and had the boys enrolled in YMCA swimming lessons!

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“One of the best investments ever!” 

What fun this Ludvigson Lace Lady/mom had watching each of her boys learn how to swim with expertise, under teacher instruction!

“No fears invaded my mind when we swam anywhere else after that!”

In fact, as the years rolled on and they were swimming well at the city pool, you might have seen the Ludvigson Lace Lady once again in the deep end, hanging around the diving board.

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“Closest thing to a raft!”

And if you could hear her thoughts, you’d hear her debating with herself about summersaults.

No, don’t embarrass your boys.”

(The real reason being, old age equalibrium issues.)

“Otherwise, I’d do it. Three or four, maybe.”

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Life is Lovelier with Lace…

“I don’t know why I don’t jump in a pool now. It surely is hot enough.”

The real reason might be:

▪ To be seen doing summersualts is just not acceptable at 60.

▪Acknowledgement of lost swimming abilities is just too humiliating.

▪Swimsuits just don’t enhance her body beauty!

▪Crocheting Lace is more fun!

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And with that reason, the Ludvigson Lace Lady bows out. With swimming on her mind, she can crochet to the raft. She can dive in the deep. She can do multiple summersaults…with the hook.

Hooking with chlorine on my mind,

~Debbie Ludvigson

The Ludvigson Lace Lady

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Life is Lovelier With Lace. . . And Storms!

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“Get down in the basement,” my dad was yelling from our back yard. He saw it coming across the empty field just beyond our house. We lived in a new, but flourishing housing development. We were one of the first houses on the block. So the tornado, unbeknownst to this little girl, was enjoying open area very close to her.

“When Daddy speaks like that, we don’t fool around,” the little Ludvigson Lace Lady thought as her five year old legs carried her obediently down to basement safety.

As we gathered at the foot of the stairs, with our mom hovering over us, we waited for Dad to appear and tell us what was going on!

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“There were five of us,” she remembered, “from one year old to seven.” 

Daddy finally arrived. With relief. Then the siren sounded. “Interesting,” the little Lady Ludvigson surmised, “the siren came after the tornado!”

Our instructions were to gather under the laundry folding table, in the corner of the basement. With blankets to match the five young kids, we cuddled together in our newly created hut.

“A Tornado Hut,” or so it seemed to them! “And Mom served us hotdogs while we played in the hut!”

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It really was a lot of fun. We had no idea about the severity of the weather. “Mom and Dad were good at that.”

So as the days, years, decades have gone by, this mommy – this Ludvigson Lace Lady grown-up – continues to enjoy the storms.

“Similar storm hiding places were made with my four boys and myself!” This time in Arkansas. No basements are to be found in this part of the USA.

But with no basement, where were we to find cover? There was our hallway. There was the bathtub. And always a blanket, a pillow and a toy. For many storm episodes in Arkansas, we made due with just that.

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“The storms were not that bad. And there were only at the most two or three little boys to hover over.”

But when a phone call warned me that this one forthcoming was quite severe,  better coverage was needed to be found.

“Let’s empty these two closets and camp in them!” The younger mothering Ludvigson Lace Lady suggested, using her playtime voice.

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Believe it or not, the closet interior, became exterior.  And the four boys plus Mommy made a Tornado Hut inside the closet.

“Deja vu…” she grinned. “Oh, wait! Stay here everybody! I’ll be right back!”

There were no hot dogs, (“How did my mom make hot dogs!”) but there was something else!

“I knew this would come in handy someday! “ She pulled a chair to the refrigerator,  stood on top, and reached way back in the upper cupboard.

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“A bucket of old Halloween candy!”  She smiled. “Very minimal sugar passes the lips of these boys, but there comes a time. And that time is now!”

So with candy, pillows blankets and a batteried radio, we played the waiting game.

Many tornadoes passed through our area that day. But we were safe. In a fun way.

We may not have had the hot dogs my mom had somehow prepared, but we had all the rest. The same relief.

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“Thanks, Mom.” That is to Grandma, my mom –  from the next two generations, on how to enjoy a storm.

Life is Lovelier With Lace. . .

You know what I was doing last Sunday night, when a tornado invaded our neighborhood? Crocheting. Listening to the wind and the rain. Enjoying the peacefulness of the sounds of a storm!

Crocheting a CloverFields wrap! This one will be in Natural. A color quite similar to Ecru. You will love it. I know I do!

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But, right in the middle of, ‘ten doubles, turn, picot, chain  one double,’ the power went out!

“Oh, it will come back on in a minute,” I said, holding my needle and crochet thread in a frozen position, so as to avoid loosing my place or my count.

But that minute turned into days. And many in Longview waited for power.

The hook and thread came to a halt, as I joined the many learning how to maneuver without the electrical benefits so engrained.

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Yes, I so much appreciate the efforts made to bring the power back to us city dwellers. But I also appreciate that this Ludvigson Lace Lady  was able to continue to crochet on her porch, in the sunlight.

While many wondered what to do without social media!

Storms: Hot dogs. Halloween candy. Power Outages. Social media.

Life has some ‘twists’ in it many a time, bringing upheaval and routine change. But the twist of my crochet hook remains steady.

Loving my crochet twister,

~ Debbie Ludvigson

The Ludvigson Lace Lady 

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Life is Lovelier with Lace. . .and the Male Delivery

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Our move to Arkansas from Minnesota was initially defined as for change of occupation. Tim had resigned from over 10 years in Sears retail and I was working for an insurance company in downtown St. Paul.

The dual occupation we endeavored together at this point was with a ministry focus. We were excited to begin using our energies to encourage The Family. Marriages, specifically. Since only wedded five years at this point, we were great candidates for FamilyLife staff: we were still in the magical newlywed mode, but we were also aware of its feisty reality.

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Even before the moving truck had been loaded in St. Paul and unloaded in Little Rock, Tim and I knew part of our southern adventure would be prolife involvement, in the name of Bethany Christian Services. 

Our hearts had already been prepared for passionate involvement. The combination of the heartbreaking discovery of our infertility and a first-time comprehension of abortion defined, created an energy within us to do something. We did not know what that would be, but it would be something .

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Pinnacle Mountain – Little Rock, AR

That something was first of all Bethany Christian Services  (BCS) foster care. And soon after that, adoption.

BCS foster care and adoption process was a wonderful experience for Tim and me. We were privileged to work with the finest of social workers. As counselors to the infertile couples and the birthmoms, they brought comfort. As advocates for the the unborn, they were resolved to see the end of abortion.

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Wading through paperwork was a necessary discomfort in the application process. But truly strengthened our resolve in the pursuit. For both foster care and adoption.

The foster care program for us meant caring for each newborn baby only until the adoption process was legally completed and the baby could be delivered  into the arms of the adopting parents.

We were preparing to keep each baby in our home for an average of two weeks. “That is how long it usually takes,” our BCS social worker shared with us.

After we were approved, we began to create the baby room in our little apartment home, for each and every short term love affair with each and every sweet newborn foster baby assigned to us. In the end, we had all that any baby would need! Crib. Changing table. Rocking chair. Drawers full of newborn sleepers. Onesies. Clothes in hues of pink, blue, yellow, green, purple and all the colors of the rainbow.

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Also, I found – in one volume book – a library of baby information! In this large resource we had all the answers for any question regarding our babies to come!
We were ready!

At first, there was no foster care needed. More waiting. Something Tim and I had already grown accustom to. Then, the phone rang! We were to receive our first baby! We were to go directly to the hospital, and bring her home.

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Foster Baby Joy 

“Bring an outfit. She will be in a hospital gown,” our social worker informed us.

She was so tiny. “5 1/2 pounds,” the hospital staff claimed, as they laid her in our arms.

Tim and I placed her in the car seat, and cautiously drove home. Her crib awaited her. Diapers galore. Drawers of clothes…

But the rocking chair was my favorite. I rocked her, and rocked her. And then I rocked her some more.  Praying for her and singing to her as the rocking chair ruts grew deep into the carpet.

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Foster Baby Joy ♡ One Year Old! 

“Only temporarily in my arms, sweet baby. You will be with your Forever Family soon.” I lovingly reminded both her and me. “I will give you all of my Mommy’s love until then.” And then, I followed with a silent warning to myself, “Only two weeks, Debbie.”

Two weeks turned into more. “There was a legality. It will take a bit longer. Will you continue caring for her?” 

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Foster Baby Joy 

“Oh, my! I get to hold you in my arms a little longer,” I silently whispered to her. I loved her. I prayed for her. And her Forever Family. “All is in God’s Sovereign hands.” 

After many, many weeks and after all legal issues were ironed out, this precious foster baby’s Adoption Ceremony was held in the BCS office, a special adoption suite. We lovingly referred to this suite as the Adoption Hospital. 

“No less joy-filled pain in delivery here, than the other hospital delivery room,” Tim and I decided.

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Foster Baby Joy ♡ One Year Old!

The simultaneous joy and pain in this adoption hospital was not the usual physical pain of childbirth, followed by the joy of a baby’s cry of the first breath of life outside the womb.

But it was the emotional joy and pain, mixed into one pot, which ultimately brings to a baby a loving plan of life. Somehow the birth parent, the adoptive parent, the foster parent and the social workers have been straining through a kind of labor pain, to bring this life plan to birth. And this all happened in the adoption hospital.

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Foster Baby Joy 

Tim and I were happy for the adoptive couple. And sad for the baby’s difficult transition. But happy for the baby’s ultimate Forever Family. Happy for the BCS staff for the adoptive plan fulfilled. Sad for the same staff that walked through the grief with the birthmother. Sad for the grieving we were about to experience as long term foster parents.

All in all, how very helpful to observe all the love given for the sake of one baby. And we knew all this was soon to happen again to us. With one difference: we would be acting a different role. We would be the adoptive parents.

Yes, our own adoption file had recently been activated!

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The Ludvigson Boys 

One question required in the adoption application process for Tim and me to answer was, “Would you want a girl or a boy?”

 No hesitation in our response! After the agony of infertility. After  comprehending the injustice of abortion, the answer was simply, “Either, and/or both!

With a smile under my breath, my unstated desire was twins. I had their names picked out. But how did we know what would be best for us? “That is something only God knows.” A learning curve learned through our infertily struggle.

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The Ludvigson Boys 

We knew now that any life was perfect for us! Boy!  Girl! Twin boys! Twin girls! Twin boy and girl! And beyond!

And so how blessed Tim and I were to receive our own adoption call only a few months after our foster baby and her adoptive parents had received theirs!

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The Ludvigson Boys 

On that wonderful day, emotional overflow, once again! Of course, exceedingly happy for ourselves! But grieving for another. Our baby boy had also been in short term foster care , and as foster parents, we knew there would be a sense of loss for them.

 Most certainly we knew of grieving loss felt by the precious birthmom.  And my our hearts broke for her.

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The Ludvigson Boys

This scenerio has been played out in Tim’s and my life even three more times. Exuding joy beyond imagination. But also the grieving loss felt by their birthmoms. Grief and joy, simultaneously. Bittersweet. But good.

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The Ludvigson Boys

Good, because life is always good. It’s an easy choice, really. Life. It is good.

Now for the grand finale: “Boy or girl?” asked the Bethany staff each and every time. “Either, and/or both,” our answer each time remained.

Yes, God’s choice for Tim and me, “Boy!” “Boy!” “Boy!””Boy!”

Male Delivery each time! And yours truly has been living as Queen, in a House of Males!

Life is Lovelier with Lace. . . 

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The Ludvigson Boys 

How do you exist in an all – male environment? For a time, I thought I should make myself fit more into their mold. Male stuff ruled! Even in decorating my livingroom!

But I began to rethink, “No! these young men need to see the girliness of life too!”

So, I brought out my lace… and made more!

With the loveliness of lace all around them, each one has proven to  man-euver quite well!

Still man-euvering through my lace,

Debbie Ludvigson

The Ludvigson Lace Lady 

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Lacey ♡ CloverFields ♡ Afghan ♡ Ecru

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Lacey ♡ Lover’s Knot ♡ Scarf ♡ Creme de Menthe

 

 

 

Life is Lovelier with Lace. . .and the ~Left Turn~

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It was midmorning. April, 1989.  We were enjoying balmy spring day in Minnesota. I was inside, packing for a flight back to Arkansas.

What a delightful time we had had the past week reuniting with friends and family, while helping facilitate the FamilyLife Conference in Minneapolis.

What a joy it was to have our precious 14 month old son with us! Many were able to meet him for the first time. Grandma had made herself  available to babysit in the hotel room while I assisted Tim in the FamilyLife bookstore.

After the conference, we headed north to Grandpa and Grandma’s for a short visit, before returning home. We had a wonderful time! But now the packing had to get done and the flight time was on our minds. “Don’t want to miss the fight,  you know!”

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Grandpa was prepping the car for the trip to the airport. It would take the same amount of time to drive to the airport as to fly from Minneapolis to Little Rock. “Good time for a quick nap,” thought Tim, from the left side of the back seat, after luggage, baby and wife were all settled in the car.

Baby was in his carseat, brought from Arkansas, knowing enough car travel would merit its lugging along. The car seat was located on the right backseat of Grandpa’s car. And I sat in the middle.

So Tim rested his head on the left windowed door for a quick shut eye. I was attending to my wriggling little one. “He will soon settle down for a nap too,” I hoped.

Twenty minutes down the road. Just south of town. “Ready for the longer treck to the Cities now.” Tim is sleeping. Grandma took her seat belt off, “just for a minute – I must take my coat off; car is toasty warm now.”

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“Good for her,” I thought. “I don’t even have my seat belt on. Not while riding center in the back seat!” It was a nice car, though. Brand new. Plymouth, Acclaim. Factory ordered, 1989. Blue. Mom’s and my favorite color. So happy for them.

Then, life went into slow motion for me as I watched my dad grip the steering wheel with both hands, pushing the brake seemingly through the floor and warning us, “Hold on!”

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And just like that, it was over. We were sitting askew in the center of the highway. All was quiet in the car. All except my baby. I looked toward him, my right. There was a bit of blood coming out of his mouth. I could see, because he was crying. He was otherwise safely snug in his car seat.

I looked to my left. Tim was awake from that shut eye. Blood was everywhere. His head had hit the clothes hanger hook, above the left window.

My attention then turned to my mom and dad. They were both conscious. My mom had a huge goose-egg right above her right eye, which was swelling fast. Dad laid calmly behind the steering wheel. “There goes your new car, Audrey,” was the next words from his mouth.

Friendly help gathered outside the demolished vehicle, hoping to stop oncoming traffic. We waited for police and ambulance assistance.

Grateful we were alive.  Grateful for baby carseats. Grateful for protection – even though Tim and I were not wearing seatbelts. We were all transported to the local hospital, for emergency care.

~A Left Turn~

It was a driver making a left turn onto the highway, blinded by a truck making a right turn off the highway, at the same intersection. And we were right behind that truck…

My dad had seen it coming, and tried as best he could to stop our vehicle. Dad had been taken by boarded stretcher. After examination, we were informed that if going any faster than we were at 40 mph, he would be quadriplegic.

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My mom, because she had removed her seatbelt, ‘for just a minute’ had crashed the windshield, making a mess of her head and the windshield! Tim had stitches where the hanger hook hooked his forehead.  Our baby had only just bit his tongue and was romping around wondering, ‘what in the world happened to the rest of us!’

Surprisingly, I walked away fromy the totaled vehicle with a small gash on my left leg. After examination, I was prescribed crutches.

 Needless to say, we did not make our flight home. After mending at Grandma and Grandpa’s for a few days, we finally flew home, successfully.

In another month, everyone had seemingly mended. Or so I thought. Unbeknownst to me, I had injured my back.

Add another 3 months, back surgery was scheduled and completed. Slowly but surely I resumed to my job as ‘mommy’and ‘wife.’ 

Very grateful for the ability to walk again.

After decades of years, I still cry out with a thankful heart for the same. 

 The following June,1990, Tim and I went shopping for his Father’s Day gift. A Lazyboy recliner! Only when we arrived at the store, he insisted I was the one to try out all the many options, to find the most suitable, for him.

For Tim, or for me?’  He insisted it was for him.

But I am the one using it. I have enjoyed his Lazyboy every day since the day of that purchase. It has been the most satisfying therapy for my back than anything else. 

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Still he never claims it as his…♡

Life is Lovelier with Lace…

Tim’s  blue Lazyboy is my crochet office. It is in this chair where I have found opportunity to rest my back and to crochet. And my Crochet Counselor, namely ♡ Jesus,♡ meets with me regularly in this place, offering me comfort – body, soul and spirit.

Gratefully crocheting in Comfort,

~Debbie Ludvigson

The Ludvigson Lace Lady 

LUDVIGSON LACE ♡ Aftcra 

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Lacey ♡ CloverFields ♡ Cowl ♡ Natural

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