Happy belated Birthday Babe! (Ahh, I can't stop myself!)
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| Yes, we're in a cemetery. It's a national one that overlooks San Diego. |
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| Here's the birthday boy with his favorite girl. |
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| This buddy loves his Daddy! |
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
B is for Birthday
Our favorite man about the house hit a big milestone this past week. I won't tell you which it was, but it wasn't the 2-0 or the 4-0, if you get my drift. We had a cook out for him on Saturday which, through absolutely no planning of mine, had a theme. Not only did we grill brats and burgers, B brewed his first batch of all-grain pumpkin ale. It was all topped off with a giant pan of baklava from the local Greek restaurant. In short, we celebrated B's birthday with brews, brats, burgers, and baklava. We had a little chuckle about it. If only this were Sesame Street.
Happy belated Birthday Babe! (Ahh, I can't stop myself!)
Happy belated Birthday Babe! (Ahh, I can't stop myself!)
Saturday, September 10, 2011
That Tuesday
All day, my mind has constantly wandered back to that infamous day.
It was a Tuesday, a beautiful Tuesday morning at Wingate University. My best friend/roommate and I didn't have class until 10:30 am, so we had both slept in a bit and spent the morning talking and leisurely getting ready for the day. Usually, we listened to the radio, but I had just gotten Caedmon's Call's "In the Company of Angels" CD, so we rocked out to it. I clearly remember that I was wearing my favorite blue capris and a white t-shirt. My hair was still short-ish from a spur of the moment cut a few months earlier. The day was starting as perfect as possible.
At about 10:15, we finally descended the stairs outside to venture to class. A friend of ours walked up to us wide-eyed and said, "Someone just flew a plane into the Pentagon." Now, this guy was a generally goofy person and tended to say things for shock value, so my first impression was 'yeah right.' But there was something about the seriousness in his face and desperation in his voice that made my stomach drop. What? I walked a little faster to my statistics class and found out that the world had changed. I'm sure my reaction was similar to yours. Shock, disbelief, utter astonishment, fear.
Classes were canceled for the rest of the day, but for some reason, cross country practice wasn't. Although, running hard up and down the hills of a nearby farm with some of my closest friends was comforting that day. It was normal. We had known it before. The only other thing any of us had done all day was stare dumbfounded at televisions which played the crashes and crashes and crashes on a loop.
What was going to happen next? That was the biggest question on my mind. Fortunately, I had already planned a trip home the following weekend. There was a lot of construction on 85 South in those days. I remember crying as I passed crane after crane draped with American flags. When I returned to school on Sunday night, my roommates and I made a big flag out of construction paper and hung it in our front window. We cried, we hugged, we prayed.
We hoped.
"We've no abiding city here:
It was a Tuesday, a beautiful Tuesday morning at Wingate University. My best friend/roommate and I didn't have class until 10:30 am, so we had both slept in a bit and spent the morning talking and leisurely getting ready for the day. Usually, we listened to the radio, but I had just gotten Caedmon's Call's "In the Company of Angels" CD, so we rocked out to it. I clearly remember that I was wearing my favorite blue capris and a white t-shirt. My hair was still short-ish from a spur of the moment cut a few months earlier. The day was starting as perfect as possible.
At about 10:15, we finally descended the stairs outside to venture to class. A friend of ours walked up to us wide-eyed and said, "Someone just flew a plane into the Pentagon." Now, this guy was a generally goofy person and tended to say things for shock value, so my first impression was 'yeah right.' But there was something about the seriousness in his face and desperation in his voice that made my stomach drop. What? I walked a little faster to my statistics class and found out that the world had changed. I'm sure my reaction was similar to yours. Shock, disbelief, utter astonishment, fear.
Classes were canceled for the rest of the day, but for some reason, cross country practice wasn't. Although, running hard up and down the hills of a nearby farm with some of my closest friends was comforting that day. It was normal. We had known it before. The only other thing any of us had done all day was stare dumbfounded at televisions which played the crashes and crashes and crashes on a loop.
What was going to happen next? That was the biggest question on my mind. Fortunately, I had already planned a trip home the following weekend. There was a lot of construction on 85 South in those days. I remember crying as I passed crane after crane draped with American flags. When I returned to school on Sunday night, my roommates and I made a big flag out of construction paper and hung it in our front window. We cried, we hugged, we prayed.
We hoped.
"We've no abiding city here:
Sad truth! Were this to be our home!
But let this thought our spirits cheer;
We seek a city yet to come."
But let this thought our spirits cheer;
We seek a city yet to come."
-Lord's Day Hymn-We've No Abiding City Here by Thomas Kelly
Friday, September 09, 2011
Happy Birthday, Meme!
It's our dear Meme's 74th birthday today, and to celebrate, Els colored her a picture. I attempted to take a picture of she and Muh holding it, but, as you might imagine, getting a 2 year old and a 9 month old to sit still, look at the camera, smile, and hold a sign, was a tall order. Here are the out-takes:
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We love you, Meme!!!
Monday, September 05, 2011
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