A mom can find her kid. Even in a crowd. I could find Andrew on the football field by watching for arms and legs. I can spot Daniel by the sound of his laugh. And Ian’s voice draws my attention. Much like his dad’s, it's distinctive and pleasing. And as with Andrew, if he's moving, I can find …
A photo taken from above... I can never pick just one... .... where the Klondike and Yukon Rivers meet at Dawson City ~~~~~ .... where grown-up sons play at the beach ~~~~~ .... and "Wheel Barrow Boy" WordPress Weekly Photo Challenge
....my peeps and my flowers ....big brother meets little brother ....from ugly to less ugly (in my humble opinion) ....the Great Red Hot Chili Pepper and Batman Caper ....window seat with a view WordPress Weekly Photo Challenge
How did this little boy... ... become this hard-working man ... and this daddy of three? At birth I held each son and wondered... ..... what will you look like? ..... what kind of man will you be? ..... what will you do in this world? And I just trusted God. Four brothers = lots of trusting. …
A new life beginning beautifully... a long life beautifully living.. WordPress Weekly Photo Challenge
I've learned a great deal unpacking boxes of stuff. It turns out I collect a lot of paper. I have a wide variety of child's art, report cards and letters home from basic training. Papers touched, decorated and written on by my sons were causing me stress. I couldn't bare to throw them away even tho my …
I talk on the phone to my parents and Mom laments. After the initial holiday enthusiasm wanes, after her annual Christmas craft faire is done, after her festive packages are mailed, there is the let down. The perfect Christmas seems to elude. Quiet waiting is all that is left. Then it's my turn .....there are no kids or grandkids dropping …
Some Christmases and birthdays I felt like a failure. Rarely were there flashy, hot ticket items for boys to unwrap. I tried not to dwell on lack. I knew things didn't last anyway. The good stuff is intangible....but hard to package for a son's holiday gift. So instead, boys built snow forts and ice skated. We made things and we baked …
Someday when I have more time, I will become a better photographer. What am I saying? I'm not even a basic photographer. I'm in the "I suck" zone. But there's always hope. And someday, I will take more pictures of my grandchildren. But it seems when they are around we're too busy to grab the camera, let alone …
So after you've announced you're leaving your job...what next?? First you work really hard to get to that last day. You anticipate and plan for the new, different, good and strange things looming in your future. But at the moment, I find life a little odd. I've discovered that when you step out of the predictable status …
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