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happy father’s day

I am really missing my Dad today. If you don’t know about my Dad’s passing you can read about it HERE. I am sad that he is not here…but longing for Heaven to see him again.
 But on a happier note, I am so thankful for my husband and the wonderful Daddy that he is to my babies. He is AMAZING and I know that my children will have very blessed lives growing up with such a great Daddy who loves them, provides for them, takes care of them, makes them laugh…I could go on and on and on.
So Happy Father’s Day to my Aaron and to you all.

let’s talk {FOOTBALL}

Football talk is in the air!
Let’s start with Friday Night Lights!I just finished watching THIS series on Netflix. Oh man, was I obsessed. I loved it!And really, what’s not to love about this show? If you like the following things then you will be just as smitten as I am.
  • I love high school football and a touch of teenage drama, mixed in with real life conflicts and big Texas accents.
  • Anytime people say things like, “Y’all” and “Listen here son” and “Hun” on a regular basis…I’m in!
  • It’s like being in a time machine that has rushed me back to my teenage days. I loved football in high school and never missed a game. Hearing the sounds, seeing the lights and the cheering fans and remembering how “life-altering” one games win or loss could feel just brings it all back…I can smell the concession popcorn even now!
  • I was a cheerleader for 3 years in high school and loved every minute of cheering and being so close to the game. We got to be on the side lines and travel by bus to each away game, be a part of pep-rally’s and anticipate the upcoming win along with my friends on the squad…it was so fun! (I admit this hesitantly so don’t judge, cheer-leading was great for me and although it should not matter I promise that we were nice, smart, leadership girls)!
  • Football talk aside, I also love the supportive and respectful relationship between two of the main characters: Coach Taylor and his wife Tami. Their “romance” has officially made it on my list of favorite fictional couples {Other favorites include Luke & Lorelai, Jim & Pam, Chandler & Monica…sigh}.
  • I will say I could do without some of the excessive drinking and sometimes inappropriate sexual content (if you are sensitive about these things…this is not your show) but the emotional content redeems it for me…making it valuable enough to look beyond all that stuff.
  • Also, the way they film the show is totally unique and refreshing…wide angles, close ups and things I don’t have the first hand knowledge todescribe…you just have to see it for yourself!
  • The bottom line is: Who doesn’t love an inspirational sports drama? I do {now & then}. And I don’t even like sports that much!
SPOILER ALERT: If you have watched the series you will love this clip. If you have not…it’s quite the spoiler…so proceed with caution {I personally hate knowing what is going to happen ahead of time}!

On a separate note, I’m actually excited about the Super Bowl this weekend. I grew up watching football with my Dad for years and while I didn’t always love that it dominated our TV during football season I do love that I learned so much about the game. We rarely make sports a priority in our house…but this weekend I will be watching! My Dad loved the 49ers and would have seriously been on the edge of his seat watching this game {I feel happy and sad just thinking about it}!
So good luck NINERS…win it for my Dad!
P.S. Check out THIS Super Bowl Cheat Sheet {from Rae @ ARMOMMY} if you are totally in the dark about what is happening tomorrow!

gotta love comfort food

After talking about my Dad I’m not really sure how to move from that topic…so I decided to post one of his favorite meals.  My dad loved spaghetti and meat sauce! And I love comfort food this time of year (or anytime of year really)! And my husband has perfected this sauce over the years (many of our friends know him as Panfi…by the way) so I need to post it! Hope you enjoy if you make it this holiday season…or anytime soon!
Panfi’s Famous Pasta Sauce
·      1-2 lb. ground beef
·      1-2 lb. Italian sausage* (spicy or sweet…whatever you like)
·      onion (chopped…1 small per two pounds of beef)
·      garlic (at least 6 cloves grated or minced…more if you like)
·      bell pepper (chopped…1 – 2 per pound of beef)
·      mushrooms (sliced…about 10 – 15 mushrooms)
·      2 cans crushed tomatoes (15 oz each) (per pound of meat)
·      1 large can tomato paste (or two small…15 oz total)
·      fresh or dried basil or dried Italian seasoning
·      salt & pepper
Brown beef, Italian sausage, onion & garlic in a large pan. Season with salt & pepper as you go. Add bell peppers & mushrooms and stir for a few minutes.  Add remaining ingredients…adding spices to taste.  Simmer as long as possible (the longer it simmers on low the better it will taste…if it get’s too thick add water/ too thin add tomato paste).
Serve over spaghetti or any pasta that you like.  I make a double or triple batch & often freeze some to use for lasagna on another day. YUMMY!
*I don’t like this sauce with Italian sausage…so sometimes I leave it out…but Aaron loves it so we usually use one pound of ground beef and one pound of sausage.

It was all such a blur…

I have a sad story to tell.  My life has drastically changed in the past several weeks and it’s time to talk about it here on my blog. I have written it a million times in my head and retyped a million words. I’m not sure how to tell it…but I know I need to…so here goes. This story began on a typical Monday in October {the 15th to be exact} as I dropped Paige off at school in the afternoon and Grant joined me for a quick shopping trip. The weeks ahead would be busy {in our little world anyways} with school, MOPS, pony pictures, Halloween, a few upcoming parties, and “co-oping” in the kids classes at preschool every week in October…you get the idea. But after getting in touch with my crying sister…standing in the middle of Big Lots…with a bag of chips and some festive cupcake liners…I had the overwhelming feeling that today was going to change my life forever. All those events on the calendar were going to be cleared and my life was quickly being shifted.The conversation over the phone went something like this:
Wait, who is at the hospital?….
What do you mean they won’t tell you anything?…
Mom is on her way?….So it must be Dad?
Why won’t they tell you anything?
Oh my gosh I have to have someone pick up Paige from school…
I’ll be there as soon as I can.My mind raced with thoughts like this:
Oh my gosh…My Dad probably had a heart attack…
But maybe he is fine…
Lord, what do I do?
If he is laying there in the hospital and he is okay I have to tell him that his grand-kids need him and he cannot die yet…he is too young….
But maybe he is gone already…I bet he’s gone…
I’ve always dreaded this day…
Stay calm Laura, stay calm, stay calm…
Lord, help me get to the hospital in one piece…
Why is this taking so long to get there…what could it be?
Oh my gosh did Grant really fall asleep…why is there no parking spaces?
Lord, is this really happening?
The drive to the hospital took only 10 minutes, but as they say, it felt like an eternity. When I finally parked and grabbed my sweet, sleeping 3-year-old boy out of the car I quickly made my way to the emergency room doors and practically ran towards a receptionist {mumbling something about being related to the Morse family}. She led me to a nurse who rushed me into a family waiting room where a handful of people I knew were already sitting {in tears}. It’s difficult to describe but I felt like I was in a scene out of a sad movie. I was rushing through each step from the car to the waiting room…but everything around me seemed to be going in slow motion. I couldn’t hear anything but my heart beat and I quickly realized that everyone had averted his or her eyes from making eye contact with me. The air was still and there was a calm…and as the door closed behind me I heard my mom say something like, “Dad died…he had a heart attack…there was nothing they could do…he was golfing and he just collapsed…they think he died instantly…” And my tears fell. I heard her talking but I could not really compute what she was saying.  My heart skipped a beat.My thoughts raced and my prayers soared to heaven:
Lord why?
My Dad is really gone?
I had feared that this day could come but he just turned 60…he is still young…
And he just retired…
And we just had dinner in my home three nights ago…
How could he be gone?
Lord I trust you but I’m so sad…
Oh my gosh is this really happening…
My mom…she’s going to be fine but oh…and the kids…and my siblings…oh Lord…is this really happening?

As I looked at my crying mom & sister I slowly sat down and said something along the lines of… “Oh Mom, I’m so sorry…I’m so glad he did not suffer…oh my gosh…I’m in shock…Are you guys okay? At least we know that he is with the Lord…I’m so glad he did not suffer…oh my gosh…at least he died doing what he loved… he was just saying how great that would be (to die doing what you love) the other night…oh my gosh…I’m shocked.” Blank stare…shock…wow. People came in and out and I tried to figure out how to dial my husband’s number.  I remember just staring at the phone…trying to gather my thoughts and looking at the numbers as if I had never seen a phone before in my life…it was all such a blur.Later that evening, now joined by Aaron and home from the hospital, I had the painstaking task of telling Paigey {who adores her Grampy} the news. I started by saying that I had good news and bad news.  I asked her if Heaven was a good place or a bad place {we often talk about Heaven and what it is like there and how amazing God’s gift of salvation is…so I knew she would have the answer}. She said it was a good place and began to look confused. I took a deep breath and said, “The sad news is that Grampy died today…while he was golfing…but the good news is that he died doing what he loved and we know that he is in heaven with Jesus and we will see him again when we die someday…” She leaped into my arms as crocodile tears streamed down both of our face and she said, “I didn’t get to say goodbye…oh no…I didn’t get to say goodbye.” I looked at Aaron, who was now crying along with us, and as simply as I could I re-assured her that none of us said goodbye and that we all felt really sad about that too. As her innocent 5-year-old brain began to process the whole thing she went on to worry that he would forget her. Through my tears I assured her that Grampy would never and could never forget her. I told her that I hope he is one of the first people to greet her when she gets to heaven and that he loved her very much. We all hugged and cried and later that night I heard her whisper this sweet prayer to the Lord, “Dear God…please take care of my Grampy…I miss him…I love him…thank you that he is in heaven with you…Amen.” What an honest and articulate little prayer from her heart to Jesus…I’m in tears even now just thinking about it. That night we found her asleep…clinging to this picture of her with my parents…it was tragically beautiful to see her mourn through prayer and cling to memories of him.
Everything was a blur that day and yet everything was so clear:My Dad was no longer suffering with the trials of this life. I knew at that moment that he was in heaven with our dear sweet Jesus. He was with his parents and best friend and other loved ones that had gone before him. He was free from the big and small troubles of retirement, mortgages, traffic and failing hearts. He was free and alive in a way we can only imagine…and we will see him again as we know from God’s word in John 3:16 {For God loved the world so much that he gave his one and only Son, so that everyone who believes in him will not perish but have eternal life}. But oh our hearts were aching and numb and in shock at the same time. All was right with the world and yet things would never be the same for our family…my Paigey and my Grant would not get to grow up with their Grampy…I was losing my Dad…the Rock of our family…our constant generous provider who gave with no strings attached…who had put me through college and bought me my first guitar and walked me down the aisle and loved on my kids in a way I never expected…I had grown to love and understand and have grace for him more in the last 5 years than I had in my whole life and I was starting to see him in a new way post-retirement…my siblings were losing their Dad who they are both close to in many ways that I cannot even relate to…and my amazing mom was losing her husband of almost 40 years…how do you take that all in? My Dad was a great guy who loved me & my husband and our kids unconditionally. He loved the Lord and he took great care of my mom & our family. He was not perfect but he was my Dad. The emotions of that moment, of that day and even of today are hard to describe. What a bittersweet joy to be, as it says in 2 Corinthians 5:8, {Absent from the Body, Present with the Lord!} My Dad was walking with our sweet savior Jesus…and somehow despite my heartbreak it was well with my soul.I would cling to God’s promises and His hope in the days and hours ahead as life has just seemed like an ongoing blur…{and especially now as the shock of it all is wearing off}. I’m amazed at how the Holy Spirit has kept me strong and can honestly say that I have felt your prayers and “the Peace that passes understanding” {that God’s word speaks of}. Thank you to so many of you who called, wrote notes, sent flowers and well-wishes, made meals and came to my Dad’s service. I will miss him terribly but look forward to the day when we can feast together again {knowing that it will be sweeter than any feast on this side of Heaven}! That is my story for now. I’m sure I will share more…but thanks for listening and I hope it encourages you to think about your life and consider putting your faith in Jesus.

In Loving Memory of my Dad:Walter Scott Morse
August 26th, 1952 – October 15th, 2012

Faithful Husband
Loving Father
Adoring Grampy
Respected Friend
Man of God

Wishing you and your family a very
Happy Thanksgiving.

UPDATE {6/16/13}: This post had some technical difficulties that required me to re-format it completely. Some of the pictures that I originally had on it are gone but the written content is the same. Thanks to so many of my loved ones and friends for taking the time to read this story about my Dad…I am so grateful. I hope it inspires you to go hug your Dad today & ultimately to consider putting your faith in Jesus. If you ever have any questions/comments please feel free to email me anytime at: laurapanfilio@gmail.com

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