WALKER TALK: BIRTHDAYS

Monday, December 15, 2008

BIRTHDAYS

Well it's official, I am married to an old man and my baby is no longer a child he is an adult. Where did the time go?

On the 9th Scott and Jason celebrated their birthdays. Scott is 50 and Jason is 18. It was a quiet day due to my health, but I think they had a good day.

Jason celebrated by going snowboarding that day and having two of his friends end up at the emergency room. Scott celebrated by dealing with a sexual harassment case at work. Do they know how to have fun or what?

I am grateful for these two wonderful men in my life! Jason has brought me 18 years of joy and Scott, well there are just not words to describe my feeling for this great man.

1 comment:

Danielle said...: Wow! It was a big birthday year! Happy Birthday!!!; December 17, 2008 at 12:10 AM

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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.