WALKER TALK: HAPPY BIRTHDAY CARTER

Saturday, April 4, 2009

HAPPY BIRTHDAY CARTER

We celebrated Carter's 5th birthday last Wednesday. I can't believe I have been a grandma for five years! What a great 5 years it has been though. Being a grandma has been one of the greatest joys of my life.

Carter has been a very special boy in our family. He has had challenges but doesn't seem to let them get him down. He is a loving and thoughtful boy and often thinks of kind things he can do for others. I love it when Carter puts his arms around me and gives me a big hug. I love that he loves to come to Grandma's house and even have sleep-overs sometimes. I just love spending time with him, he always gives me a new perspective on things.

I love you Carter!

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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.