Re: Dolls

JUST ONE DOLL

If you could only keep one doll
Of all the dolls you own,
If only one doll would become
The last doll in your home,
Which doll would you give favor to,
Which one would your heart choose?
Would it be the prettiest,
Or the oldest and most used?

Or would it be the doll you got
As a little girl,
The one with teeth and big,brown eyes
And long,dark tendrilled curls?
Or would it be the homely one
That set you back a bit,
The doll whose straw is breaking through
Her legs,where seams are split?

Or would it be that German doll
With soulful eyes of blue,
Born at the turn of the century
And born to be with you?
The doll you found at that estate,
Forced to liquidate,
By events beyond control,
The one you couldn’t wait
To carry home,to treasure,own,
The one with flaxen curls,
The doll your heart had longed for so,
In vain,when just a little girl?

Or would it be the little boy
From 80 years ago,
From your dear Aunt,the one you can’t
Ever wait to show
To company?…Or would it be
The rubber baby doll
Your children played with years ago?

Why can’t you keep them all?
You look at each and everyone,
Some,gifts from those you love,
And your sad heart cannot decide
Which one to place above
The rest of them…Each one has been
So special to your heart;
But the time to let them go
Has come and you must part
With all but one…It must be done
Before the day is through;

I wonder which doll you would pick
From dolls so dear to you?
RomaMay

Re: New Dolls

Here are two new dolls that
I inherited from my mother's
doll collection.

The blonde is named Beth and
the brunette is named Lili...

To Our Mom

To Our Mom…

Mom, we miss you so very much
On every Mother’s Day;
And not just then, but every minute,
Since you went away.

You were the center of our lives
Before your soul passed on;
It’s just so hard for us to believe
That you are really gone.

But we celebrate the life you lived
And all the things you gave us;
Our wonderful memories, Mom, of you
Are the things that will comfort and save us.

Please think of us, as we think of you
With hearts so full of love;
We’re looking up at you, sweet Mom,
As you look at us from above.

Duncan's First Word

It wasn't NANA or DADA.
It was MAMA...

Discovery Lake

Meri and I took the kids
to Discovery Lake yesterday.
We had a picnic and took a
walk around the lake. Cade
enjoyed playing in the
fountain, on the play structures
and in the sand with his dump truck.

We Will Always Love You...

Forever in our Hearts

A million times we needed you,
A million times we cried,
If love alone would have saved you,
You would of never died.

In life we loved you dearly,
In death we love you still,
In our hearts you hold a place,
No one can ever fill.

A light from our household is gone,
A voice from our love is stilled,
A place in our vacant home,
Which never can be filled.


Some may think you are forgotten,
Though on earth you are no more,
But in our memory you are with us,
As you always were before.

It broke our hearts to lose you,
But you did not go alone,
A part of us went with you,
The day God called you home.

Your precious memories are for keepsakes,
with which we never part,
God has you safely in his keeping,
But we have you forever in our hearts

Author Unknown

Happy Easter

The Easter Story
Jesus came to compensate
For all the wrongs we do.
He came to earth to die for us,
So we’d be born anew.
"This bitter cup, let it pass from me,"
He cried, in a plaintive voice;
"Yet not My will, but Thine be done;"
He said, in His faithful choice.
The Judas kiss would seal his fate;
He faced a hostile crowd;
The governor, Pilate, saw through it all;
Jesus’ guilt he disavowed.
"I wash my hands of all of this,"
Said Pilate, "Let Him be."
But the crowd yelled "Crucify him now,
And set Barabbas free!"
Pilate yielded to their wish;
And Jesus was led away.
The soldiers beat him, and mocked Him, too,
Yet He continued to obey.
A crown of thorns lay on His head,
As His sentence was carried out;
His hands and feet were pierced with nails,
But He did not scream or shout.
"Father, forgive them for this crime;
They know not what they do."
He said this despite His torment, because,
He was thinking of me and you.
"It is finished," he sighed in His anguish and pain,
As His body gave up to death.
The curtain tore, and darkness fell,
After He took His last breath.
The best of the story is the very last part;
It’s why on Easter we’re filled with pleasure:
Death could not our Savior hold;
His power is beyond all measure.
He rose from the grave, and was seen all around;
Ever since, He’s inspired devotion,
And we’ll be with Him for eternity,
When we get our heavenly promotion.
That’s why Easter is a major event:
He suffered and died in our place.
He rose and forgave us and loves us still,
Our Savior of matchless grace.
By Joanna Fuchs

Eulogy to a Special Mom

Life Is…

Life is but a stopping place,
A pause in what's to be,
A resting place along the road,
to sweet eternity.
We all have different journeys,
Different paths along the way,
We all were meant to learn some things,
but never meant to stay...
Our destination is a place,
Far greater than we know.
For some the journey's quicker,
For some the journey's slow.
And when the journey finally ends,
We'll claim a great reward,
And find an everlasting peace,
Together with the lord
Author unknown

Quail Botanical Gardens

It was such a beautiful
day and we met our daughter,
grandchildren, our niece and
brother-in-law at Quail Botanical
Gardens.

The photos show our grandson,
Cade at our picnic site and at
the waterfall. Our niece, Kim and
grandson, Cade are standing
in front of the metal sculpture.

Cade Loves Cookies

Here's a picture of our
grandson Cade eating one
of my famous chocolate
chip cookies. The minute
he arrives he looks around
for the cookie tin.

Happy Birthday, Stan...

In this busy world we often take those closest to us for granted,
and we don't stop to tell them what's in our hearts...
But today seems like the perfect time to tell you how special you are
and how very much you mean.
Happy 68th Birthday, Stan!