what a beautiful sight!
Oh Darling, Let's be Adventurers
Wednesday, May 30, 2012
If
My nephew Trip had to memorize the poem If
for a school project
there's a little impromptu action at the very end
If
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream---and not make dreams your master;
If you can think---and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:.
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings---nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And---which is more---you'll be a Man, my son!
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream---and not make dreams your master;
If you can think---and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:.
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings---nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And---which is more---you'll be a Man, my son!
Rudyard Kipling
Tuesday, May 29, 2012
Monday, May 28, 2012
home is wherever i'm with you...
a little late
...but what else is new...
:)
we finally left the hospital last Wednesday
and couldn't WAIT to be home
but for some unknown reason i was crying
{pretty standard for me these days}
loading up in suba-ruby
(my little subaru)
and
heading to the casa
Saturday, May 26, 2012
"There
are moments when, whatever be the attitude of the body,
the soul is on its
knees."
—Victor Hugo
Dear Jamison,Baby boy we are about to celebrate your one week birthday. During the last 9 months I've gotten to experience amazing things. Being pregnant with you was one of the most beautiful journeys I've ever been on. For 39 weeks God formed you inside of me; half of your dad, and half of me. I watched as my stomach expanded, and in turn, watched you grow, from a little tiny speck inside of my belly to an 8 pound miracle. I feel so blessed beyond belief God chose me to be your Mama and I hope you could sense all the love I was sending to you while you developed. Now that you are here, I am sometimes over come by the love I feel for you. It is a love I could never have anticipated or protected myself from.
The moment you were born, you started out on your own path, but your dad and I will always be with you when you need us. These past months have been the happiest of our entire life, and we look forward to making many more joyful memories with you. Remember you also have a Father in heaven who loves you more than you could ever imagine and will guide you. I pray that you trust Him with your heart; He is good, never-failing and a true constant. You are proof of that fact. He loves you. He loves you. HE LOVES YOU.
As we begin a new phase in life, and even though you won't physically be inside of my body anymore, I know I will always carry a part of you with me, as your mother. Wherever we go, together or apart, your heart and soul is joined with mine. All that to say, we are praising God for the gift of you.
So with that, I leave you with one of my favorite poems by e.e. cummings that i also gave your dad on our "2 years of dating" anniversary while we were in college:
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)
i am never without it(anywhere i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)
I love you sweet boy, you are my heart.
Love and prayers,
Your Mama
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