My life flows on in endless
song,
above earth's lamentation.
I hear the clear, though faroff
hymn
that hails a new creation.
Leaving it all behind. Joy on the horizon.
Table hockey with a 3 year old is a hoot.
The scary beasts that were on display.
Seriously. Nightmare-worthy.
Seriously. Nightmare-worthy.
His eyes followed me when I entered that room...
Off on the trail.
Peace.
BOOYA! We weren't going to let a bunch of slippery rocks
and ice cold water get in OUR way. Adventure called!
and ice cold water get in OUR way. Adventure called!
Crazy boy. He couldn't feel his legs for hours...
Now there's some relaxation in action.
Always practicing...
...always smiling.
You can find me HERE.
Or here.
Love the socks, Tarzan.
I was much MUCH happier than I actually look in this photo.
Perhaps I was just dazed from all the calmness that surrounded me.
Perhaps I was just dazed from all the calmness that surrounded me.
Just take a moment and enjoy.
The moose isn't real. The other guy WAS.
Our version of white trash. :)
(the easiest way to transport the trash to the big bin)
(the easiest way to transport the trash to the big bin)
KILLER DOG! This thing always raced alongside the car,
freaking us out. HONESTLY, we figured we'd either run over it,
or it would jump in the car and eat us. YIKES.
freaking us out. HONESTLY, we figured we'd either run over it,
or it would jump in the car and eat us. YIKES.
We would drive past this ranch dog on our way to the main road, where it would run alongside our car EVERY TIME...except when we grabbed the video camera (of course)! We did catch a quick glimpse of a woodchuck (near the very end of the video).
Look at that thing!
Grammy, always close behind.
Delightful docks.
The cute kids make up for the goon holding the video
camera making all of the ridiculous noises.
Such a happy, happy Brenda.
Slowly checking off the happy items on the Summer Bucket List.I need to do this more often.
Bracelets and Brightness.
Through all the tumult and the
strife,
I hear that music ringing.
It finds an echo in my soul.
How can I keep from
singing?
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