Today, while the blossoms still cling to the vine.

I do remember with fondness the look on my daddy's face when he would sit at the head of the table, his entire brood around him in uproarious tumult of action and dad would put his hands on his head and roll his eyes back in his head and sing that song.
It was a beautiful way to capture a memory for him. He was enjoying some of the crazy madness that makes big family's tick. It was truly a madhouse sometimes. Still, in my heart of hearts there are the little voices of childhood that are etched into my memory that are only captured when I close my eyes and sing that song. I can see my daddy, in his mild moments. I can see myself at his right hand rubbing his arm and I can hear the melodies and harmonies that seemed cacophony at that time, but now are the songs of my mind.
There is no other way to capture the beauty, but to remember.
Today, I was recounting the day that Jack ran around Flushing Meadow, with Dad! What a brave and perservering child she was. We all had our way of getting Dad's attention. That was hers. Who will...? Jack had her hand up, before the question was asked. She made it all the way around the lake with dad. Maybe she was 5 years old? What a great memory that was.


It is nice looking back, while we make our own new memories.

Thanking God today for my Amy!

The very youngest of the daughters in our family and the breaker of the mold. She was my favorite baby of the baby sisters. None of the other sisters let me call them my baby sister, except Amy, even though they all are my baby sisters.
I am so very proud of the beauty and courage, the trailblazing and accomplishments of my most courageous babiest sister. Happy birthday and many, many more!

Because of finals today, I served soy sausage. I hope that the results will be better mental acumen.

Grits and soy sausage, even though we had cold cereal and "good" milk,was the morning fare. It was delightful to see the burdened faces of the teenagers going out to their battle with ignorance. They do not appreciate my joking about their emotional condition during final times. I always remember with horror the deathly quaking in my bones, when finals came around. I do try everything to tone down the emotions of the season, still they shake with some fear that they won't pass. I hope the soy bean sausages helped, even a little bit.

My Sweet 16 Year Old has a sleepy morning greeting!

We reminisced about Danniebelle Hall and what a great time Ben and I had at a concert, before we were dating of Danniebelle and Jessie Dixon. We learned to pray and to see God make us praying people. We were the ordinary people and now we are the ordinary parents.

Eight year old Ezzy, gets ready for school.

We didn't have time to make a tour of the house video.
Yesterday we missed the bus with Ethan, because the boys and I were talking about the handwriting on the wall. They are so delightful and happy. Today we prayed that God would help the very busy and 75% on task boy of mine to concentrate and bring up his deportment card. :) I wouldn't have it any other way. Good boys make me nervous. Mine are happily a mix of everything. Thank you, Jesus!
Today, I said Grandpa sent his fingers to heaven and sent me these two Walker boys. They never met him, but he spit them out.
Still, I am in my hermitage mode for the new year.