Creed learned to walk while we were visiting in KY. He gave up crawling just about the time we headed to Jon's parents' house in E-town. The weather was absolutely beautiful most of the time we were there and even bordered a bit on chilly for us newby Texans. This meant we spent a lot of time outside. His parents have a rather long, wide concrete driveway, and Creed walked and walked and walked some more, up and down and up the driveway. He never tired; he never got enough. One day as he was pacing the drive(and if you know us pacing is genetic; they get it from Jon), he stopped and did this thing he does when he is extremely happy. He held out his arms, clenched his fists while rotating his arms back and forth. Then he grinned really big with his teeth clenched together and squealed while drawing in a deep breath. He was experiencing pure joy at that moment. 15 months old, pacing the driveway with sidewalk chalk in hand, and the wind blowing the whispies of his hair--could there be anything more joyful for him.
It struck me how I have known the deepest sorrow and experienced the greatest joy through the death of Knox and the life of all 6 of my children. Not only for me, but I have also seen the expression of heartwrenching grief and smiles of pure joy on the faces of my children. All of this, the extremes and the inbetween, have passed through the hands of God. I am thankful that He has made us who we are.
I wish I had captured "the look" of joy as only he can give it, but I haven't caught that look quite yet. I offer this picture instead as he is definitely experiencing joy; the joy that comes from being able to toddle all over a playground and slide by himself for the first time.
which reminds me of this picture of Knox
Saturday, September 5, 2009
Friday, September 4, 2009
Thursday, September 3, 2009
August 2009 Book Log
55. Heaven Misplaced: Christ's Kingdom on Earth by Douglas Wilson
56. A Billion Bootstraps: Microcredit, Barefoot Banking, and the Business Solution for Ending Poverty by Philip Smith and Eric Thurman
57. Last of the Breed by Louis L'Amour (for Peggy)
56. A Billion Bootstraps: Microcredit, Barefoot Banking, and the Business Solution for Ending Poverty by Philip Smith and Eric Thurman
57. Last of the Breed by Louis L'Amour (for Peggy)
Two Little Blonde Boys
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Reason #523 Why We Love Our Kids
They are so easily thrilled!!!
We have been watching workers build the new bridge for the Rock Prairie Exit, and the kids have anxiously awaited its completion. At one point, Jack asked me, "Wouldn't it be cool to be the first people to drive over it?" I assured him that there was absolutely no way I was going to be the first to cross that bridge!"
So today we get home after being gone almost a month and we see that the bridge is open. It really isn't our exit, but it proved to be cheap entertainment. As we drove over it, I heard such things as "This is awesome!!!" and "This is soooo cool."
No need for roller coasters here folks; a bridge will suffice.
We have been watching workers build the new bridge for the Rock Prairie Exit, and the kids have anxiously awaited its completion. At one point, Jack asked me, "Wouldn't it be cool to be the first people to drive over it?" I assured him that there was absolutely no way I was going to be the first to cross that bridge!"
So today we get home after being gone almost a month and we see that the bridge is open. It really isn't our exit, but it proved to be cheap entertainment. As we drove over it, I heard such things as "This is awesome!!!" and "This is soooo cool."
No need for roller coasters here folks; a bridge will suffice.
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