Quilting

Patches added in memory of lives lived

Love connecting each memento with a golden thread

          Woven between the photos, quips, and remembered moments

My family quilt is beginning to unravel - -

Slowly, and with dignity, it has accepted the wrath of time and distance

Tattered remnants remain in places where there once was happiness

The thread of gold made for fools, now tarnished green by envy, regret, and hatred

Little things once easily forgotten now clip already loosened threads

And patches of our history are severed from the collection

What of this tattered remnant can I pass on to the generations to come that need its warmth?  

RAJ 11/25/09

Silly Face

How do I love this silly little face...

My son with the personality that bubbles over... the future-man who has stolen our hearts; claimed pieces of us that we didn't know were available for taking... the child who has surpassed all of our prayers for health and happiness... the one that doctors said might never survive infancy, but whom God saw fit to make perfect... the handsome chap with the infectious smile, the cute nose wrinkling grins, and the pterodactyl screams... the little spirited being that matures, studies, and explores the world with vigor and determination...

He's my Ya - the one and only. Who could ask for a greater gift?

I ♥ Faces: Balloons

My computer must be in need of an energy drink right about now, as I've already typed a sentence and have yet to see any of the letters appear on the screen... add to it that I work both jobs on Mondays, so I am at this point running about as slow as my processor. Anyway, without further ado, I present Mr. Brain, who came to our church picnic this summer as entertainment. I admit that he only has one balloon, but he's got two faces, so that has to count for something, right?

He spent most of the day creating crowns and swords for the kiddies who waited (im)patiently holding their numbers (yep, he has a DMV system of "now serving number...) for the chance to make a request.