Thanks for calling! We love to hear from you, love your exciting updates, and love to hear about the successes in your lives.
We will have a lot of planning to do for the upcoming activities you will be involved in so keep us updated!
Dad came in this morning and told me he had heard this on the radio: "Tweet others as you want to be tweeted." So true! He loves to keep me updated ;-)
Sawyer and Miller were both involved in their end-of-the-season baseball tournaments. Sawyer's team, after the regular season, was 3rd out of 7th; Miller's was 4th out of 8th. After playing two games each and winning, they're now both in the championship game. Now what makes this so interesting is that the game was scheduled for Sunday. Sawyer told his coach he wouldn't be playing, Miller said he would, but then said he'd be praying for rain. And rain we got. All night Saturday into Sunday, heavy downpours and thunder storms enough so that the fields were too wet to use. So we'll be playing tonight. Miller and his little prayers. Do you remember him praying for a star for his tree, and one showed up on our doorstep? He is very grateful. And so is Sawyer's coach.
It's been interesting, living right in the middle of the Bible belt, to find that Sunday is used for sports. The boys have a long road ahead of them, and seem to be standing almost alone in their position of not playing sports on Sunday. Reminds me of Moroni, "and I even remain alone."
Miller killed our first black widow. He found it in the garage, tried to dredge up concern among his older brothers but no one bit, so he took care of it himself, and brought it in for a closer look.
Sawyer said he won first place off in his gym class this week. ;-)
Dad went chasing after the road runner, with the camera, and caught him in the front yard. We do love this big bird!
Porter has caught the cooking bug. I came home from baseball games and found him making a loaf of bread (below). Then he concocted a saucy chicken dish. Last night it was a double batch of bread.
This inspired, even though the mixer was busy, Cooper jumped on the bandwagon and made a DELICIOUS chocolate cake, and graciously invited your sister to help. Since there was going to be cake, they decided to make it a party, and made party hats to wear while we ate cake.
Time is short this morning, so I'll close, reminding you of our love. Be safe, be happy, and be sure to call!
I think it most appropriate, while reflecting on Mother's Day, that the first miracle performed by Christ was for His mother, making the wine. And, the last thing Christ took care of before he died, was ensuring his mother would be cared for by John. That women, especially in the role of motherhood, were exemplified by Christ as being this important, and loved, cherished and worthy, makes me value my role as a mother so much more. Happy Mother's Day to me. Thank you both for your phone calls!
Your father surprised me this morning with a dozen doughnuts away in a high cupboard last night for breakfast this morning. He knows I need doughnuts. Often. New England'ers such as myself, where a doughnut shop can be found on every corner, need doughnuts. They balance the DNA. And hormones. And he remembered I like the cake doughnuts so much more than the fluff. Then after a late lunch, Porter's homemade version of JD dogs, which were yummy, he gave me two boxes of chocolates. We had a chocolate fest / feast. Breyer is just like me ;-)
Breyer hopped out of bed this morning and came running to wish me a Happy Mother's Day, with as much enthusiasm as a Christmas morning. Such a gem. She does love me, and proceeded to stuff all my envelopes from my thank-you card pile, with her scribbled love notes.
We had a disappointing set back for Miller and Sawyer. After finding out they both had made the "A" all star team, they were removed once the president of the league, also Miller's coach, found out the boys didn't want to play in Sunday games. The schedule here, versus Ohio, which used Thursday and Friday evenings, uses Sundays heavily. Oh well. They won't be any the worse for wear. We'll even go and cheer on their teams at a few of their games, and maybe play in the fall league.
Aunt Shirley was gracious enough to share pictures of you, Hunter, attending your cousin's farewell today. Seeing the family together always makes me happy. Such a great way to spend a Sunday!
Dad spent yesterday and today at Tarleton's graduation. He did a lot of traveling during all the storms we've been having in Texas. We were up all last night with our weather alert radio beeping, tornado warnings, flash flood alerts, severe thunderstorm updates...all the scary stuff you don't want to think about in the middle of the night.
Just off the press, Porter told me he was selected to represent Granbury High School at Texas Boys' State this summer, with three other boys. And the local VFW is covering all their costs. What a great opportunity. So glad he was nominated by his favorite teacher ;-)
That's about it for the weekly update. Be true, remain loyal, and call me!
"We are created as much from the dust of eternity as we are from the dust of the earth. Every one of us has potential we can scarcely imagine." Joseph B. Wirthlin
“We write to taste life twice once in the moment and retrospect.” Anias Nin
Here is my secret. It is very simple: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye. The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint Exupery
When we are filled with Love, we can make a profound difference. It's what we came to do. Ardeth G. Kapp
Men are what their mothers made them. - Ralph Waldo Emerson, 1860
In the end, the number of prayers we say may contribute to our happiness, but the number of prayers we answer may be of even greater importance. Let us open our eyes and see the heavy hearts, notice the loneliness and despair; let us feel the silent prayers of others around us, and let us be an instrument in the hands of the Lord to answer those prayers. Dieter F. Utchdorf
I want to be the kind of Mom that would remember to get the broken Wheezy off of the shelf, fix his squeaker, and put him back in the toy box, having hope that my boys will still want to play.