Happy Birthday, Matthew. We send our love.

When did the little boy grow up into this wonderful man who always sees his life as a curious and great adventure? Where did the little boy go who had his own language, always asked questions and needed a reason for everything? Who is this grown man?...

who has become a devoted follower of God; A good and patient person who is diligent,caring and hard working...

and loves his family.

With all the years of thinking that raising two boys was the hardest thing we ever did and knowing how, imperfectly, we stumbled through those years..., we look now on two fine men who make us prouder that any thing we have done in our lives.
There will never be enough time, in this life, for their mother to tell them how happy they make her and how proud she and their dad are of who they have become. They are grown men but their Mom still holds them in her heart as if they were very small..., for in her heart, they are safe and protected.
Even though they have grown up and have lives of their own, they will always be five years apart and have a birthday 3 days from one another, and there will always be a reason to celebrate the birth of these two "boys" because..., I'm their mother..., and I say so..., and it was all worth it.

Happy Birthday, my son. Have a blessed and beautiful Birthday.

Almost Wordless Wednesday: Information Wanted

Does anyone know these men?.., or the towns?.., or the names?

Where did the years go?

This picture was taken at Noni's house in Pleasant Hill. You were probably about 3 yrs. old.
It was a nice day that had turned cold and so Noni put her own sweater and hat on you .
This is one of my favorite photos.
















Kindergarden at Marsh Elementary. Look at that halo of blond, curly hair.(upper right corner)



















I think you're about 10 here. Your big brother is behind you.

















You were a joyful child and you loved being a kid. Where did the years go? Now you are a man with children of your own. You are a good and compassionate father. We are so proud of you. Be happy Jess.

We love you and wish you
a very Happy Birthday.
Love, Mom & Dad.

This is a poem I wrote a very long time ago..., you were a baby.
It's an acrostic of your name.

Join us
Easily,
Sweet
Son,
Especially loved.

Oh May, Oh May, Oh May.... Oh My.

"Everything is blooming.... most recklessly;

if it were voices instead of colors,

there would be an unbelievable shrieking

into the heart of the night." -

~Rainer Maria Rilke~

Sanctuary

Out beyond ideas of wrong-doing and right-doing
There is a field...
I'll meet you there.

When the soul lies down in that grass
The world is too full to talk about. —Rumi