He went on a 10 mile bike ride with the scouts this weekend. I had to snap some pictures as he rode off. He looked so grown up to me. I think he thought I was being a little wierd for documenting the moment. I have officially turned into my mom.
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
The Harvester
How many times have we seen you. There in your garden's rows. Moving the earth with your fingers. Planting seeds as you go.
Every sprout, flowering bud, climbing vine. Each one was known by you. For you were aware their potential. Tiny seed to magnificent fruit.
And we who shared in your harvest, Could not help but feel of your love. Both for life which springs from the earth, And the life which comes from above.
For you loved us with every peach, You pulled from your orchard trees. And we felt of your love in the melons, You picked on hands and knees.
And now you'll sow seeds somewhere else. All that love you take with you. And we know you'll recognize the Master. For He's a harvester too.
In loving memory of our grandpa ozaki. A man who lived life to its absolute fullest and who loved his family with all his heart. We will miss you dearly grandpa.
love how the gesture they chose reflects their personalitites.
goofy. happy. peacemaker.
(dont' know where the shaka came from, but it fits.)
Monday, October 17, 2011
this weekend i had a moment of panic, a moment of relief, a moment of frustration, a moment of patience, and a whole bunch of other "moments" in between.
much love to my pumpkin pie italian soda for giving me a moment of yum.
True to form, my husband brought home creatures from his last fishing trip. This time it was a collection of fuzzy caterpillars for my kiddos to manhandle and love on. I can't even begin to tell you how much time this little guy has spent with these caterpillars.