A soul that walks on water leaves no footprints, but will make waves."
Aron had a birthday some time back and I’ve failed to update with a blog post. I will not write much on this, just post a few obligatory pictures from his party and the following morning when he and his brothers played with his gifts like it was Christ…
It’s not perfect and I am missing some things here but a first draft of my “Ideal Week” is ready for posting.
I’m not sure this is even close to what it should be, but like a financial budget, you gotta start somewhere. Tweaking will happen as I go.…
Had a great trip to Michigan with Kris and the boys. Met my brother’s girlfriend, visited with a lot of family and enjoyed several quiet moments with a view of pretty leaves, a little laughter and a little crochet. Throw in some baking, some football,…
When sweet Ada was pretty and slim
She arrested the eyes of young Tim
But as years have progressed
And youth been suppressed
He is drawn by her heart more than whim
Ivan, his poor heart broken, silently fell with his tears into the comfort of sleep, while I washed dishes thinking I still had a chance to hold him.
Take time to be holy…remember that old song? It came to mind tonight as I looked at my soon to be…
Reposting this from “The Distaff Side” blog for our Sunday school girls.
Last night I watched a film with the boys about animals. It’s called “Life” and it’s made by BBC the same folks that made the series “Planet Earth.” It’s an amazing piece of art…
luxury: free or habitual indulgence in or enjoyment of comforts and pleasures in addition to those necessary for a reasonable standard of well-being.
I am realizing as my calendar fills and my clock ticks that maintaining focus is something only thos…
I can’t wait to start writing again. I really am ITCHING to blog. Just can’t find the time. Seriously, into stuff around here.
It’s not rush, rush, but it’s keep moving steadily. Steady moving is enough to keep me from forming enough complete sen…
There once was a man from Kentucky,
Who considered himself quite lucky,
Roof with floor underneath,
A wife with twelve teeth,
And a bookie who’s ever so plucky.
So precise was dear Idabelle Fox,
She had experts come check all her clocks,
“Match the rhythm!” she said,
And she wouldn’t go to bed
Until none of their ticks fell on tocks.