Wednesday, December 26, 2007

Christmas Day 2007

The table is prepared with all the goodies. Our mouths are watering.
Our middle daughter with her husband and 2 sons arrive first.

Our son with his wife, son and daughter arrive next.

Our oldest daughter with her 2 sons, daughter-in-law, and her grandson arrive next. Her daughter is married and spent the day with her husband's family. We missed them.
Her oldest son and daughter-in-law live in Texas with her only grandchild and will have to leave in a few days.

Our youngest daughter with her husband and 4 children didn't arrive since they live in Washington State and couldn't make it. We were with her on the phone and opened the gifts she had sent so we could feel her presence.

Our great grandson, Ethan, had a ball. He had his dad's younger cousins to play with and he ruled the day.

Mamaw with Ethan, Adam and Joseph. They both loved him to pieces.

Mamaw and Pawpaw with our precious little treasure. Notice the "I love Jesus" hat he is wearing.

Our daughter and son-in-law capping off a great day with a little loving affection.
Everyone had a great time and exchanged many gifts but it passed much too fast as usual.
Time is passing so fast, as we age, so next christmas will be here in a month or two.

Saturday, December 22, 2007

Tatted Snowflakes From Tattycat

My good friend Laura (Laura's tatting muse) surprized me with a special gift this morning.
I've always admired her beautiful tatting and I just adore these lovely tatted snowflakes. I have a special spot for them.
To see more of her work please click the tattycat link on this page. Thanks again Laura.

Friday, December 21, 2007

Tis The Season

Gifts in hand, they came from the East, toward
The reason for the season

Part of our Western style Court yard .....

Karl & Madeline wish everyone a very merry and safe Christmas from Doves Retreat.

Wednesday, December 19, 2007

Washington Grand Angels Visit Santa

Our daughter, son in-law and our 4 grandchildren visiting good old Saint Nick in Washington State.
It's much too far for them to come "home" for Christmas so we will spend another Holiday season without them. That's the bad news.
The good news is that the rest of the family including our oldest grandson and his wife will be here with our only great grandchild. They live in Texas and we seldom get to see them.
I will post Christmas pictures of the family after the get to-gether.
Merry Christmas to all.......................................

Monday, December 17, 2007

Grant is Mr. K.C.S.

Our grandson Grant is a senior at Kingwood Christian School and was voted Mr. K.C.S. (Kingwood Christian School). This award, voted on by teachers and administrators, was based on Character, Leadership and grades.

The students voted him the best all around, best dressed and most likely to be president.

Great going Grant. Mamaw and Pawpaw are so proud of you and know you will be a big hit at the University of Alabama.

We will have to give you a stick to beat the girls off...:-)

Friday, December 07, 2007

A Different Christmas Poem

Copied, with permission, from a local blog.

The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light,
I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight.
My wife was asleep, her head on my chest,
My daughter beside me, angelic in rest.
Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white,
Transforming the yard to a winter delight.
The sparkling lights in the tree I believe,
Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve.
My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep,
Secure and surrounded by love I would sleep.
In perfect contentment, or so it would seem,
So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream.
The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near,
But I opened my eyes when it tickled my ear.
Perhaps just a cough, I didn't quite know,
Then the sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow.
My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear,
And I crept to the door just to see who was near.
Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night,
A lone figure stood, his face weary and tight.
A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old,
Perhaps a Marine, huddled here in the cold.
Alone in the dark, he looked up and smiled,
Standing watch over me, and my wife and my child.
"What are you doing?" I asked without fear,
"Come in this moment, it's freezing out here!
Put down your pack, brush the snow from your sleeve,
You should be at home on a cold Christmas Eve!"
For barely a moment I saw his eyes shift,
Away from the cold and the snow blown in drifts..
To the window that danced with a warm fire's light
Then he sighed and he said "Its really all right,
I'm out here by choice. I'm here every night."
"It's my duty to stand at the front of the line,
That separates you from the darkest of times.
No one had to ask or beg or implore me,
I'm proud to stand here like my fathers before me.
My Gramps died at "Pearl on a day in December,"
Then he sighed, "That's a Christmas 'Gram always remembers."
My dad stood his watch in the jungles of 'Nam',
And now it is my turn and so, here I am.
I've not seen my own son in more than a while,
But my wife sends me pictures, he's sure got her smile.
Then he bent and he carefully pulled from his bag,
The red, white, and blue... an American flag.
I can live through the cold and the being alone,
Away from my family, my house and my home.
I can stand at my post through the rain and the sleet,
I can sleep in a foxhole with little to eat.
I can carry the weight of killing another,
Or lay down my life with my sister and brother..
Who stand at the front against any and all,
To ensure for all time that this flag will not fall."
"So go back inside," he said, "harbor no fright,
Your family is waiting and I'll be all right."
"But isn't there something I can do, at the least,
"Give you money," I asked, "or prepare you a feast?
It seems all too little for all that you've done,
For being away from your wife and your son."
Then his eye welled a tear that held no regret,
"Just tell us you love us, and never forget.
To fight for our rights back at home while we're gone,
To stand your own watch, no matter how long.
For when we come home, either standing or dead,
To know you remember we fought and we bled.
Is payment enough, and with that we will trust,
That we mattered to you as you mattered to us."