Although it's sad to see summer come to an end Peyton was so excited to get back to school and see all his good friends. I hope 2nd grade is a really good year for him. He only has about 16 kids in his class and his teacher is his kindergarten teacher, Miss Bryant. He loved her in kindergarten and was so excited to have her again. I was excited too, she's excellent! This should be a great school year.
Monday, August 25, 2008
Sunday, August 24, 2008
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
The Horizon
I am standing upon the seashore.
A ship at my side spreads his white sails to the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean.
He is an object of beauty and strength.
I stand and watch him until at length he hangs like a speck of white cloud on the horizon,
just where the sea and the sky come to mingle with one another.
Then someone at my side says, "There, he is gone."
"Gone where?"
Gone from my sight. That is all.
He is just as large in mast and hull and span as he was when he left my side, and he is just as able
to bear his load of living freight to his destined port.
His diminished size is in me, not in him.
And just at the moment when someone at my side says, "There, he is gone."
There are other eyes watching him coming and other voices ready to take up the glad shout:
"Here he comes!"
And that is dying.
-Anonymous
One month ago today my Dad passed away. I'm still trying to figure out if it was just a bad dream. Somedays I feel like he's still just a phone call away. Others days I struggle to remember his voice, his smell, his laugh and it feels like he's been gone forever. A friend just gave me this poem, it brings me some comfort during this sad and difficult time.
A ship at my side spreads his white sails to the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean.
He is an object of beauty and strength.
I stand and watch him until at length he hangs like a speck of white cloud on the horizon,
just where the sea and the sky come to mingle with one another.
Then someone at my side says, "There, he is gone."
"Gone where?"
Gone from my sight. That is all.
He is just as large in mast and hull and span as he was when he left my side, and he is just as able
to bear his load of living freight to his destined port.
His diminished size is in me, not in him.
And just at the moment when someone at my side says, "There, he is gone."
There are other eyes watching him coming and other voices ready to take up the glad shout:
"Here he comes!"
And that is dying.
-Anonymous
One month ago today my Dad passed away. I'm still trying to figure out if it was just a bad dream. Somedays I feel like he's still just a phone call away. Others days I struggle to remember his voice, his smell, his laugh and it feels like he's been gone forever. A friend just gave me this poem, it brings me some comfort during this sad and difficult time.
Saturday, August 2, 2008
Mitchell's First Dentist Appointment
Mitchell was so excited for his first dentist appointment. Ben took the day off to take the kids because I was doing funeral stuff with my Mom. Mitch could hardly wait, when they walked in the receptionist told Ben they were a day early. I had too many others things on my mind I guess. Mitch was a little disappointed! The next day we went to the real appointment, Mitch went straight to the chair, hopped up and let them clean his teeth. Just chillin' watching the movie.
Too Cute!!
Clean teeth, a new toothbrush and a prize!!
Too Cute!!
Clean teeth, a new toothbrush and a prize!!
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