Friday, January 30, 2009
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Thanks for the great day Grandpa, we'll be back soon!!
"Grandfathers are just antique little boys."
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Thursday, January 22, 2009
It's ringing this time, "congratulations, you're called number 4!" NO WAY!!!!! I couldn't believe it, I just smiled and thanked him, gave him my information, (all the while wondering what the heck I just won)! So, the guy tells me it will be this Sunday, the 25th at the Harrisburg Hilton, be there at 5. Okay, thank you! I get home and google, "January 25 Harrisburg Hilton" and this is what comes up....so, I'm assuming this is what I won: Piano Sensation Gerald Clayton at the Hilton Harrisburg & Towers on January 25th
2 tickets to see Gerald Clayton in concert. From what I've read he's a 24 year old jazz piano prodigy who has performed and recorded with such artists as Diana Krall, (one of my FAV jazz singers introduced to me by my most classy friend Jeane, by the way Jeane, she's releasing a new album March 31st)!!!!! One review about Gerald says this: "Sensation" is an easy word to toss around in the entertainment industry. In the case of Gerald Clayton, there is substantial evidence to back up that description. At the tender age of 24, he has already performed all over the world, receiving numerous honors and rave reviews. He was born in the Netherlands, but by the age of six, he was studying classical piano in Southern California.
SO, fun times lie ahead and Valentine's Day comes early this year Baby, (if you're reading this honey of mine, SURPRISE)!
I'll plan a few other fun things and off we'll go to downtown Harrisburg thanks to WITF and caller #4....well, let's make that caller #1 AND caller #4!
"There may be trouble ahead
But while there's moonlight and music
And love and romance
Let's face the music and dance."
Friday, January 16, 2009
here's a quote to end your day,
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
I made and ate hot meals.
I had unstained clothing,
I had quiet conversations on the phone.
Before I was a Mom
I slept as late as I wanted
and never worried about how I late I got into bed.
I brushed my hair and teeth everyday. Before I was a Mom
I cleaned my house each day.
I never tripped over toys or forgot words to lullabies.
Before I was a Mom
I didn’t worry whether or not my plants were poisonous.
Before I was a Mom
I had never been puked on
Or pinched my tiny fingers. Before I was a Mom
I had complete control over my thoughts, my body and my mind.
I slept all night.
Before I was a Mom
I never looked into teary eyes and cried.
I never got gloriously happy over a simple grin.
I never sat up late hours at night watching a baby sleep.
Before I was a Mom
I never held a sleeping baby
just because I didn’t want to put it down.
I never felt my heart break into a million pieces
when I couldn’t stop the hurt.
I never knew that something so small could affect my life so much.
I never knew that I could love someone so much.
I never knew I would love being a Mom.
Before I was a Mom
I didn’t know the feeling of having my heart
outside my body.
I didn’t know how special it could feel
to feed a hungry baby.
I didn’t know that bond between a mother and her child.
I didn’t know that something so small
could make me feel so important.
Before I was a Mom
I had never gotten up in the middle of the night,
Every 10 minutes to make sure all was okay.
I had never known
Or the satisfaction of being a Mom.
I didn’t know I was capable of feeling so much
Before I was a Mom.
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Here is Tyler with one of her girls, Manju, when they visited America last year.
This is Jeewan Loy, he and Luke are almost the same age. He too is in the process of being adopted by Lindy.
Lin, I love you and cherish you more then you know!
You are my forever friend and today I thank God that YOU were born!
You bring such love, light and peace to those you touch!
"We need old friends to help us grow old
and new friends to help us stay young."
~Lettie Cottin Pogrebin~
From the moment you arrived in this world
until the moment I leave it,
I will always carry you in my heart."
~ Mandy Harrison~
Monday, January 12, 2009
We came home around 10 because our babysitter, (thanks so much Paige!) had plans. It was a comfy night, just lounging on the couch, counting down the seconds to a New Year. I did consider going up to the square of our town, seeing as they were going to be releasing 2009 ping pongs from the 4th story building, but I decided to just stay put, it was soooooo cold outside!
We crawled into bed at 12:02 am on January 1st, 2009 and thus began our New Year!!
Hope you each had a memorable evening with the ones you love!
"We will open the book. Its pages are blank.
We are going to put words on them ourselves.
The book is called Opportunity
and its first chapter is New Year's Day."
~Edith Lovejoy Pierce~
Friday, January 9, 2009
**** To a wonderful group of friends! Mahlon wanted me to write a little of our story to you, and some of you already know it, so you don't have to read this if you don't want to. As you know, our only son left this earth on Tues (actually Monday) of last week. We were burdened for him, knowing that he was wayward lately, not a bad boy, just not where he should be, and our prayer when we got news of the accident was for his salvation. We soon figured out that Beth wasn't telling us the whole truth about how bad he really was, and we found out while waiting for our flight home at the airport that he was brain dead. Our prayer then changed to, Oh Lord, let him not have gone instantly. When we got to the hospital and heard from the doctor and the nurse, I can't remember which one it was, but one said he went instantly and didn't have any pain, while the no pain was a comfort, the instantly as no comfort!!
The other one told us that he was still breathing on his own when he arrived at the hospital, and I was hanging on to that one, that he had that minute, and I was sticking to it. I mentioned this to someone (I can't remember who) and she said to me, June, you can pray for a specific sign. Well, on Saturday morning I got my sign. This has been such a comfort to us, and such an answer to prayer for us! It's amazing.
Freiman was home and went to get a haircut. He was talking about his nephew to his hair dresser and the hair dresser questioned him, and said, my daughter was following the combine at the time of the accident and was with Brent. He didn't tell us, but told Grace, and she got the girl's phone # and called her and Saturday morning came over to tell us this story.
Megan, (the girl) was following the combine and heard something and saw the combine driver get out and he was very upset. He was on the phone. She got out of her car, and with no thought of herself, or danger, was at Brent's side within a minute!!! (picture this, under the combine, she had to have crawled in.) She prayed for him, herself, and his salvation, and she yelled in his ear, if you have something to say to God, say it now. She said he tried to respond, and she told him not to. She said she had such love for a boy she never knew, she didn't know you could have that kind of love. People were yelling at her to get out, the car could explode, and she said she's not leaving until someone comes to help him.
Yesterday I got a phone call from Megan herself. We talked for a long time,and then we invited her to come and eat with us last night. She met Beth and Eric then too, and she was telling us that she was very upset that no one came down there to help her, and there was lots of bystanders. She said I wasn't about to leave his side, she was touching him, stroking his hair and talking to him the whole time, He just wanted to sleep, and she kept saying to him just wait buddy (she didn't know his name) don't go yet.
We asked her what made her go under that combine. Honestly I don't know if I could do that myself. We told her she was an angel, and she insists that Brent was her angel.She handed me a poem last night that she wrote and I'll share it with you. I can't read it without tears! Hopefully it will bless you too. She is wanting to stay in touch with us, and wondered if she could have something of Brent's to remember him!
The sun glistens through the trees,
And for a moment more there will be peace.
It's an ordinary Monday day,
Only, tragedy is on the way.
All of a sudden I saw the crash,
In that same instant, I heard the blast.
A puff of smoke rose in the sky,
As tears began to sting my eyes.
I ran as fast as my feet would carry me,
Not knowing what it was that I would see.
And through the window, I saw him there,
A handsome young man, with soft brown hair.
And what I heard next,I could never forget.
The faint cries of a dying man,
As I pray with him, and hold his hand.
I touched his heart, to try and feel it beat,
As the life poured out of him into the street.
He knew I was there, and he tried to speak,
But it wasn't words, he was too weak.
I was down on my knees,
Begging God to have mercy on his sweet soul...please!
Twisted metal, broken glass,
How long would this nightmare last?
Time felt as if it was standing still,
Then I heard the sirens beyond the hill.
Help was finally on the way,Only, they had come too late.
There was nothing more that could be done,
God had decided he was taking this one.
I love this man I never knew before,
His beautiful face, I will always adore.
He taught me a lesson as he lay there lifeless,
A gift from him, that is truly priceless.
I am honored to have been there with him in the end,
That he wasn't alone, and he had a friend.
Forever and ever your memory will live on,
Forgotten he will not be, even though he's gone.
Megan L. McEvoy 11/14/08
God's ways are not our ways, his thoughts are not our thoughts. Mahlon and I will always thank him for this wonderful answer to our prayers. What a gift! I also want to mention Beth, she was amazing through all of this. We feel so bad that she had to carry this without us around. Her husband Eric, was a tower of strength through this. We knew he was wonderful before, but I don't think we knew how wonderful. She was very quiet last night when Megan was talking, kinda having to relive everything again, but I think it was also healing for her. when you pray for us, also pray for them. They are truly wonderful. Thank you for caring!
Thursday, January 8, 2009
It's so fun to give gifts! The unveiling....
the gentle hug that Tyler is giving to Luke and the Christmas warmth surrounding them.
the company of the ones we love most.
Love all lovely, love divine ;
Love was born at Christmas,
Stars and angels gave the sign."
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
the effect of righteousness will be quietness & confidence forever.
in secure homes, IN UNDISTURBED PLACES OF REST."
Saturday, January 3, 2009
More futile attempts, but cute ones nonetheless.
I don't even say "smile" anymore, because this is what I get.....
Lukie in Daddy's shoes after getting home from church. Our tradition is to open our Christmas stockings on Christmas Eve and save our "big" gifts for Christmas morning. What fun watching the boys open their stockings, filled to the brim with Thomas and his friends all wrapped individually.
Mommy and one tired little boy.I have to end with this funny quote I happened upon:
"Three wise women would have...asked directions, arrived on time,
helped deliver the baby, cleaned the stable, made a casserole, brought practical gifts,
and there would be peace on Earth."