Thursday, August 7, 2008
Still Here
I know it has been awhile since I have posted anything and I really have no excuses. I am currently working on a few entries and will hopefully get back into full swing soon. If anyone is reading, please be patient. Thank you!
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
It's a girl!!!
Well dear friends and readers, our newest addition has finally arrived!
Silas Nicole was born yesterday around 3:00 pm. She has curly blond hair, blue eyes for now and is a healthy eater. Silas weighed 7lb and 15oz and was 20.5 inches long! We are proud parents and very grateful for her good health. Megan is recovering well and hopefully we can go home on Wednesday. Silas is very lucky to have some of the greatest siblings ever and I am sure she will be smothered with an abundance of love.
On another note: HAPPY BIRTHDAY to our Brianna. She is a wonderful big sister already and now has another little sister to spoil.
I'm so proud of you Bri'!
Sunday, May 11, 2008
A Night at the Ballet
On Saturday, Cody performed in her ballet school's annual recital and, of course, we went as a family to watch and support her. She was terrific! Her class' performance was brief as she is only in level 1; we are very proud anyway.
I had the great pleasure of being seated between my two girls, Brianna and Carson.
It turned out to be a night of pure beauty for all of us. Megan, glowing with both pride and pregnancy, was holding Cody's bouquet as we all watched the different levels perform. After one of the company's more intense dances, Bri' turned to me and said "that was awesome". I had to agree.
I have never considered myself a fan of ballet, yet...I feel I may have been won over by the beauty of it all. It is not that the dancers themselves were beautiful, which most of them are, I believe it is the fluidity and the delicate balance between the music and the movements on stage. I have to admit some of the dances almost moved me to tears. Why is that? You might say I am just a big baby, and my wife will probably agree. Really, I was spellbound and amazed by what this incredible body God gave us is capable of.
I am not a dancer. I am sure some have even considered calling the doctor when they have seen me try. I do appreciate dancing though. These days everyone is enthralled with "Dancing With the Stars"; and yes, I have even taken a few ballroom dancing lessons and enjoyed it very much. Ballet is now one of my favorite forms of dance, from a spectators point of view.
The dancers tell an intricate story with no words to muddle things up. Most of the perfomances were choreographed by the dancers themselves and one was dedicated, appropriately so as it was Mothers' Day eve, to the choreographer's Mom. It was called "Reach For Me" and I definately felt the story of a mother reaching out to her child.
The greatest perfomance of the night for me though, was during one of the more advanced "company" pieces, when Carson let herself be swept away by the music and proceeded with her very own ballet in the seat. At first I was torn between telling Carson to stop and watch what was on stage or watching her. To my own benefit, I chose the latter. Seated next to me Carson, eyes closed, perfomed wth her head and arms some of the "moves" seen on stage that night.
It was beautiful.
I had the great pleasure of being seated between my two girls, Brianna and Carson.
It turned out to be a night of pure beauty for all of us. Megan, glowing with both pride and pregnancy, was holding Cody's bouquet as we all watched the different levels perform. After one of the company's more intense dances, Bri' turned to me and said "that was awesome". I had to agree.
I have never considered myself a fan of ballet, yet...I feel I may have been won over by the beauty of it all. It is not that the dancers themselves were beautiful, which most of them are, I believe it is the fluidity and the delicate balance between the music and the movements on stage. I have to admit some of the dances almost moved me to tears. Why is that? You might say I am just a big baby, and my wife will probably agree. Really, I was spellbound and amazed by what this incredible body God gave us is capable of.
I am not a dancer. I am sure some have even considered calling the doctor when they have seen me try. I do appreciate dancing though. These days everyone is enthralled with "Dancing With the Stars"; and yes, I have even taken a few ballroom dancing lessons and enjoyed it very much. Ballet is now one of my favorite forms of dance, from a spectators point of view.
The dancers tell an intricate story with no words to muddle things up. Most of the perfomances were choreographed by the dancers themselves and one was dedicated, appropriately so as it was Mothers' Day eve, to the choreographer's Mom. It was called "Reach For Me" and I definately felt the story of a mother reaching out to her child.
The greatest perfomance of the night for me though, was during one of the more advanced "company" pieces, when Carson let herself be swept away by the music and proceeded with her very own ballet in the seat. At first I was torn between telling Carson to stop and watch what was on stage or watching her. To my own benefit, I chose the latter. Seated next to me Carson, eyes closed, perfomed wth her head and arms some of the "moves" seen on stage that night.
It was beautiful.
Tuesday, May 6, 2008
We're home
Well we are all moved in now and as you can imagine, everyone is draggin' thier tired behind them! I'm so proud of Megan; she is working so hard and has about 77 irons in the fire. The most impressive one being that she is now only DAYS away from giving birth. I get worn out trying to keep up with her still.
Everything has been moved in, the other house has been cleaned *thanks Tammy*, and the mess here is diminishing rapidly. I think all the kids like thier rooms and the space is great. Junah even seems to know that THIS IS HOME!
Everything has been moved in, the other house has been cleaned *thanks Tammy*, and the mess here is diminishing rapidly. I think all the kids like thier rooms and the space is great. Junah even seems to know that THIS IS HOME!
Friday, May 2, 2008
It's Official!
Well folks...we finally, thank God, have a HOME. David, our realtor, delivered the keys to us on Wednesday evening! Megan put the story on her blog in wonderful prose. Click on story to get the full details of how blessed we have been.
One thing I noticed in all of this is how easy it is to cry out to and for God when we struggle. It's also easy to be grateful in the midst of great blessing. The thing that is sometimes hard is to cry out to and for God when you feel satisfied and things are going your way.
So....my request is this: join with us in praise and thanksgiving for the incredible way that our lives have been blessed yet also; pray with us for God's will in the blessing.
I know that we will enjoy our new home very much along with all the good that has come this past year, but I also believe and have heard somewhere that "we are blessed in order to be a blessing".
Thank you all who have prayed and been there with us in this journey. I don't know what other surprises and challenges lie ahead but with the amazing friends and families God has placed in our path I'm sure it's gonna be one heck of a ride.
One thing I noticed in all of this is how easy it is to cry out to and for God when we struggle. It's also easy to be grateful in the midst of great blessing. The thing that is sometimes hard is to cry out to and for God when you feel satisfied and things are going your way.
So....my request is this: join with us in praise and thanksgiving for the incredible way that our lives have been blessed yet also; pray with us for God's will in the blessing.
I know that we will enjoy our new home very much along with all the good that has come this past year, but I also believe and have heard somewhere that "we are blessed in order to be a blessing".
Thank you all who have prayed and been there with us in this journey. I don't know what other surprises and challenges lie ahead but with the amazing friends and families God has placed in our path I'm sure it's gonna be one heck of a ride.
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Clouds in his eyes
"Mom!...Mo-om!"
"What Carson?"
"I can see the blue sky!!!"
".....That's great hon'!"
"I'm looking at the clouds!"
"Really?....They're pretty aren't they."
"Yeah.....They are in Memphis' eyes!"
This is an example of the conversations Carson initiates as we drive, walk, eat, or do any thing. Meyson says she is "random". I think he may be right.
Then again.....maybe there are clouds in his eyes. And stars and dreams and.....mischief.
Saturday, April 19, 2008
The Boy Becoming a Man
I'm not ready!
Tonight was just a regular Saturday night. We finished up a very successful garage sale, had dinner, watched a movie together as a family, and.....I taught my 14 year old son how to shave. Meyson wasn't ready either. I'm not sure who was more nervous.
He's a good looking kid, *OK, a handsome young man* but he had started to look like he always had dirt on his upper lip and just below his ears. So.....tonight we took the plunge and it turned out pretty well. No need for band aids or torn up pieces of toilet paper! Our nervousness was enhanced greatly by the rapt audience of 2 very curious little sisters. Both Brianna and Carson just had to watch this drama unfold.
Things started out pretty funny as I thought the best avenue would be to shave in unison with Meyson mimicking my actions. We started of course, with the shaving cream, which Meyson claimed was suffocating him "Dad, I can't breathe; what if it goes up my nose? Will it poison me?" as he smeared it from eyes to chin. Once we got that under control things proceeded much smoother. *no pun intended* The mechanics of the thing aren't as easy to explain, however when you've been doing it by rote for such a long time though.
Meyson was worried about cutting himself; even if he never said it, I could tell, as he scraped the razor every way except across his skin. He took to it like a man and the biggest shock of all was after he cleaned up and...I...saw my son.....a grown man-child. My baby, my firstborn son is definitely on this journey now, heading pell-mell into manhood. Pray for me please.
I want to slow the ride to a crawl and give him a piggy-back ride, but I know the best I can do is point the way. I'm just some sort of wilderness guide now. In a strange way I'm looking forward to it as I write this. The possibilities in a young life, some good/some bad.....
Pray for us
Tonight was just a regular Saturday night. We finished up a very successful garage sale, had dinner, watched a movie together as a family, and.....I taught my 14 year old son how to shave. Meyson wasn't ready either. I'm not sure who was more nervous.
He's a good looking kid, *OK, a handsome young man* but he had started to look like he always had dirt on his upper lip and just below his ears. So.....tonight we took the plunge and it turned out pretty well. No need for band aids or torn up pieces of toilet paper! Our nervousness was enhanced greatly by the rapt audience of 2 very curious little sisters. Both Brianna and Carson just had to watch this drama unfold.
Things started out pretty funny as I thought the best avenue would be to shave in unison with Meyson mimicking my actions. We started of course, with the shaving cream, which Meyson claimed was suffocating him "Dad, I can't breathe; what if it goes up my nose? Will it poison me?" as he smeared it from eyes to chin. Once we got that under control things proceeded much smoother. *no pun intended* The mechanics of the thing aren't as easy to explain, however when you've been doing it by rote for such a long time though.
Meyson was worried about cutting himself; even if he never said it, I could tell, as he scraped the razor every way except across his skin. He took to it like a man and the biggest shock of all was after he cleaned up and...I...saw my son.....a grown man-child. My baby, my firstborn son is definitely on this journey now, heading pell-mell into manhood. Pray for me please.
I want to slow the ride to a crawl and give him a piggy-back ride, but I know the best I can do is point the way. I'm just some sort of wilderness guide now. In a strange way I'm looking forward to it as I write this. The possibilities in a young life, some good/some bad.....
Pray for us
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