i haven't met him yet, but i already love him. is that possible? can i feel such protection, care, and emotion for a little man i've never held in my arms? he and i, we introduced ourselves over the phone the first few hours after he took a breath. i declared my love to him for the first time and he responded with emotional tears (or maybe those were just hungry... pooping... or sleepy tears... i
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an attempt at capturing my little sister's beauty...
Friends University senior and Wesley child life specialist assistant, died Friday, May 25, 2007. Service, 1:30 P.M., Tuesday, May 29, Covenant Presbyterian Church. Kelly was a member of Covenant Presbyterian Church and a counselor at Westminster Woods church camp. He was also active in the Olivet Baptist youth group, Friends University Campus Ministries, and a member of the Friends University soccer team. Kelly had a spirit of love that touched many lives from Wesley Medical
Read Morei thought they could tell of their indian impressions better than i could. the following words come from my mom… It’s almost 5 am CDT, USA. I’m wide awake. My clock is out of whack and a full week later, my battery is still trying to re-charge. We’re not on India time anymore, but not back to normal yet, either. Eleven and a half time zones, 20 plus hours of traveling, and nearly 48 hours without
Read Morecan i even begin to explain to you how amazing it was to have my family visit me here in india? are words even enough to TELL the experience? it was like two separate worlds collided, but in a good way. i felt more like me with them here. somehow, when you’re in a foreign place with people who you have such a short history with, it’s easy to adapt yourself to fit the place
Read Morethis is my family… this is india… this is my family in india… any questions? we will soon return to our regular scheduled programming. brought to you by: the G who orchestrates more amazing things than i could ever imagine…
i received a package from home today. what was in it? good stuff, i tell you. good stuff. things like cold medicine and trail mix, pony tails and dried apples. i poured the contents out on my bed to examine further. scented candles, i had asked for these. when she asked me what i needed, i desperately wanted them; i didn’t like the way india smelled. i hated waking up each morning to the stench of
Read More'as you step on the gas, simultaneously let up on the clutch. go slowly on both and listen to the sound the car makes. the engine will tell you when you need to switch gears.' i was teaching my littlest sister how to drive a standard. the lesson occurred partly because she wanted to know, partly because i thought she needed to know, but mostly because i'm tired of being the only female in the house
Read Morei was only a year and a half when he joined our family. my dad tried to get me to say 'brother eric' but it came out as 'bubba icky.' i've called him that ever since. i no longer like the correct pronunciation. when we were younger, he probably should have annoyed me as a typical little brother should. perhaps he didn't because he's not a typical little brother or because he's always been more
Read Moresometimes, it's hard for me to imagine what she was like when she was young. my mother, she was beautiful. her dark eyes must have drove the boys wild and her shinny hair was adored. she set off on her own at 18, confident in what she did know and naive of what she didn't. her first date with my dad was a result of a bet. her boss was sure he was married. she, though
Read Morei’d like to say i’m an equal mix of both of my parents. but if i’m really honest with myself, i would have to admit i fit more into the mold of my father. i possess his same work ethic and listening skills…as well as his stubbornness and smiling eyes. i’m proud to take his good as well as his bad. i have found no man i respect more. of no one am i more
Read Morei like things with stories, if you haven't already guessed. i like knowing histories, hearing the narration, telling the tale. i come with a story and it seems only natural that my things to as well. don't get me wrong, there are many things i must buy without a past, though they need not be mentioned. however, other things i do not think twice about reusing. for instance, the coat i wear is older than i
Read Morelied. call it seasonal memory lapse or a fall infatuation, but the previous mentioned [25 october] tree is not really my favorite. i believe you can have but one favorite it any given category [ie food, movies, cars, friends]. although you are allowed to change favorites over time, the title must only be given to one object at any given moment. long ago, a gave my favorite tree title away. we have few traditions in my
Read Morei returned to my roots; or at least a half of them. this weekend our family journeyed back to omaha, nebraska to celebrate my grandparent's 50th wedding anniversary. although i have never spent more than a week there and know few other streets besides dodge street, much of my family’s history and my family, for that matter, can be found within the city's borders. as we drove along the interstate, my dad pointed out the
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