WALKER TALK: THE NOT SO BEAUTIFUL SIDE OF HAWAII

Monday, September 29, 2008

THE NOT SO BEAUTIFUL SIDE OF HAWAII

This is the side of Hawaii that Daniel gets to see. He says he hasn't really seen the pretty parts yet, maybe a few. He has seen the ocean once since he has been there. I have to say the picture was not quite how I had envisioned Hawaii, but I guess there is the opposite side in every city.

I keep waiting for the day that I don't miss him so much. If anyone asks me how he is I can't help but get this big smile on my face or depending on the day I might break out into tears. He is doing so great though. We are so proud of him.

Don't you love the ties in the window in the picture below. I guess they are ties left from all the missionaries that have been there. I thought they were using them as blinds or something.

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ANOTHER PICTURE FROM BEAUTIFUL HAWAII

THANKFUL FOR MY IRISH ANCESTORS

I never knew how much Irish ancestry I had until my wonderful Aunt Carol wrote this awesome history about my Dad's ancestors. There are still 8 castles partially standing over in Ireland that belong to my ancestors. Most of them (14 of them) fought in the Revolutionary War so that I could enjoy what I have today. There is also some tie to Bunker's Hill and Breed's Hill.

St. Patrick's Day never used to mean much to me until I knew my ancestry. Now I take time to think about them a little bit more during that time. I am grateful to them for being so brave and courageous to leave so much of what they had to come to America and start new. I am somewhat what I am because of them. I can't wait to thank them in person some day.

THE TWO SIDES OF WINTER

Have you ever noticed that there are two sides to winter? There is the beautiful side. The sun shining on the snow on a crisp morning. The silent snow falling in the full moon. The quietness that a snowy night brings. I love so much about winter and the fun and beauty that it brings. But there is a sad and lonely side to winter. When we were coming back from the cabin the other night we rode through the desolate camp grounds. The picnic tables where barely poking their tops through the snow. Somehow it made me sad and lonely. I realized then that winter has two sides to it.