Monday, May 12, 2008
Thursday, January 24, 2008
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
Aside from keeping us up all night, a lot like a human baby, and aside from him peeing and pooping in the wrong places, he's a wonderful little guy with a sweet temperament! The kids love him and they really wear him out, but he tolerates them well.
Now, we need a puppy like we need a hole in the head. But the circumstances were hard to pass up (it's a long story) and we figured it was time. Plus, we've never had a small dog before and he's just so fun! I can pack him around, he fits in the littlest places and it's not overwhelming to have him in the house.
The photo above is his "family portrait". He's the middle puppy. He won't have as much wirehair as his parents or siblings, but he'll end up with more than he has now....it's still growing in!
Friday, October 26, 2007
Friday, October 19, 2007
I had a special moment yesterday that I thought I might share with you...
I was gifted with a rare, quiet hour yesterday-Peter was away setting up an art show and Simon had a friend over and they were quietly playing in his room. I decided it was high time I sit down for a little Jesus time-Bible study and prayer (it's been a while and my soul is running on empty!). I also decided this Jesus time needed a cup of coffee accompanied by a couple leftover homemade brownies. I got so excited!
I made my coffee-black since I was having a "sweet" with it-and searched the cupboard for just the right coffee cup. I came across one of Grandma's pink, chicken coffee cup and saucer and my heart stopped. It was just the thing I needed! As you all remember, these coffee cups are really small...maybe 6 oz and they are old!
I poured my coffee, placed my warmed brownies on the saucer and sat at the counter, bible open. Instantly I was reminded of Grandma-her legacy, her love, her faith, her always-black coffee- the moments I would, as a child, secretly watch her sitting in a corner, sipping her coffee, and I would wonder what went on in that quiet world she was imprisioned by.
I felt as though she were there with me. As if I was having one last cup of coffee with Grandma. And I was comforted. I sipped my coffee with a smile. And I prayed for a faith at least half as strong as hers. I prayed for the ability to pray in earnest as she always did. I closed my eyes and pictured her in heaven, young again, hearing, and singing hymns with the angels.
I miss her. I finally realized I miss her. So often in life, with certain things, I just take it as it comes and never look back. I haven't shed a tear since the day she died. But I shed a tear yesterday. And it felt good to feel. To remember. To feel that tug at your heart that reminds you that you have suffered a loss. And the world did suffer a loss when it lost Gertrude Gazeena Dolly Stott.