Stephen got his hair cut! Uncle Gene did the honors and Stephen did pretty well. After 4 women at Westminster Canterbury thought Stephen was a girl, David was more than ready for the trim.
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Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn’t do than by the ones you did do.
So throw off the bowlines, sail away from the safe harbor.
Catch the trade winds in your sails.
Explore. Dream. Discover.
-Mark Twain
Kate & Stephen
My blog is dedicated to my children, Kate and Stephen. Everyday you bring me more joy than I ever could have imagined. I want to capture everyday, every wonderful fleeting moment... So you will always know, just how much I love you both.
The task ahead of us is never as great as the power behind us.
I can do everything through him who gives me strength.
Phil 4:13
The task ahead of us is never as great as the power behind us.
I can do everything through him who gives me strength.
Phil 4:13
AN OLD IRISH BLESSING
May the road rise up to meet you.
May the wind always be at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
and rains fall soft upon your fields.
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of His hand.
Kate
Stephen
Things I Love
Old Houses
Dishes, restaurant china in particular Hygrangeas
Reef flip-flops
Coffee.... great coffee
Fostering Cats
Throwing on the wheel
Designing
Shoes... right now my red patent leather heels
Cooking from scratch
Watching Kate paint
Antiques
Photography
Animal Rescue & Animal Rights
Historic Preservation
Watching Stephen discover the world around him...
Composting
Gardening
ROAD LESS TRAVELLED
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth
Then took the other as just as fair
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear
Though as for that, the passing there
Had worn them really about the same
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet, knowing how way leads onto way
I doubted if I should ever come back
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence
Two roads diverged in a wood
And I took the one less traveled by
And that has made all the difference
Robert Frost
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth
Then took the other as just as fair
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear
Though as for that, the passing there
Had worn them really about the same
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet, knowing how way leads onto way
I doubted if I should ever come back
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence
Two roads diverged in a wood
And I took the one less traveled by
And that has made all the difference
Robert Frost
SUCCESS
"He has achieved success who has lived well,
laughed often and loved much;
Who has gained the respect of intelligent men
Who has gained the respect of intelligent men
and the love of little children;
Who has filled his niche and accomplished his task;
Who has left the world better than he found it,
Who has filled his niche and accomplished his task;
Who has left the world better than he found it,
whether by an improved poppy,
a perfect poem, or a rescued soul;
Who has never lacked appreciation of earth’s beauty
or failed to express it;
Who has always looked for the best in others
Who has always looked for the best in others
and given them the best he had;
Whose life was an inspiration;
Whose memory a benediction."
Bessie Stanley
Whose life was an inspiration;
Whose memory a benediction."
Bessie Stanley
In Honor of My Grandma Bev and Grandpa Harold
Bed in Summer
In winter I get up at night
And dress by yellow candlelight.
In summer quite the other way
I have to go to bed by day.
I have to go to bed and see
The birds still hopping on the tree,
Or hear the grown-up peoples’ feet
Still going past me on the street.
And does it not seem strange to you
When all the sky is clear and blue
And I should like so much to play
To have to go to bed by day.
In winter I get up at night
And dress by yellow candlelight.
In summer quite the other way
I have to go to bed by day.
I have to go to bed and see
The birds still hopping on the tree,
Or hear the grown-up peoples’ feet
Still going past me on the street.
And does it not seem strange to you
When all the sky is clear and blue
And I should like so much to play
To have to go to bed by day.
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