Where there is sadness, I hope I brought some laughter.
Where there is grief, I hope I offered some comfort.
Where there is hate, I hope some love was found here.
Where there is doubt, I hoped I showed you words of faith.
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
April Mini Reunion
Our mini reunion officially ended yesterday. What a joy to see most of the family and see 6 or 7 Grandchildren bonding and having an all around great time. I have sent you links to download the pictures from my computer. xo
Sunday, March 23, 2008
Happy Birthday Dear Johnathan
Our baby is 28 today. I keep counting to make sure that is right? When did that happen? Let's see. Born....1980....today is 2008. Yikes. Sending all our family love to you son.
xo
Mom
xo
Mom
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
Today's Thought
IT COULDN'T BE DONE
Some body said that it couldn't be done,
But he with a chuckle replied
That maybe it couldn't, but he would be one
Who wouldn't say so till he'd tried.
So he buckled right in with the trace of a grin
On his face. If he worried he hid it.
He started to sing as he tackled the thing
That couldn't be done, and he did it.
Somebody scoffed: Oh, you'll never do that;
At least no one ever had done it;
But he took off his coat and he took off his hat,
And the first thing we knew he'd begun it.
With a lift of his chin and a bit of a grin,
Without any doubting or quiddit,
He started to sing as he tackled the thing
That couldn't be done, and he did it.
There are thousands to tell you it cannot be done,
There are thousands to prophesy failure;
There are thousands to point out to you, one by one,
The dangers that wait to assail you.
But just buckle in with a bit of a grin,
Just take off your coat and go to it;
Just start to sing as you tackle the thing
That "cannot be done," and you'll do it.
EDGAR A. GUEST
Some body said that it couldn't be done,
But he with a chuckle replied
That maybe it couldn't, but he would be one
Who wouldn't say so till he'd tried.
So he buckled right in with the trace of a grin
On his face. If he worried he hid it.
He started to sing as he tackled the thing
That couldn't be done, and he did it.
Somebody scoffed: Oh, you'll never do that;
At least no one ever had done it;
But he took off his coat and he took off his hat,
And the first thing we knew he'd begun it.
With a lift of his chin and a bit of a grin,
Without any doubting or quiddit,
He started to sing as he tackled the thing
That couldn't be done, and he did it.
There are thousands to tell you it cannot be done,
There are thousands to prophesy failure;
There are thousands to point out to you, one by one,
The dangers that wait to assail you.
But just buckle in with a bit of a grin,
Just take off your coat and go to it;
Just start to sing as you tackle the thing
That "cannot be done," and you'll do it.
EDGAR A. GUEST
