Michael June 24th, 2009
One of our outdoor cats got bit by something venomous the other day. I just happened to notice his paw and took a picture.
The Paw!
He wasn’t limping or showing any other signs of distress so I didn’t get concerned when his paw swelled 3 times its normal size. The next day I saw the wound itself. Again I wasn’t concerned because he wasn’t complaining. But the next time I saw him, I decided to take him to the vet, who wasn’t concerned too much and gave him some Clindamycin for the infection. Then I took another picture.
The wound
Amy June 24th, 2009
This evening was one of those nights that I would like to put into a box so that I can bring it out and savor it whenever I want. It was simply a classic southern summer night.
As I drove up to my mom’s house from having dinner with a friend, Camden and his Gigi were coming out. I needed to run into the house for a minute so I told Cam to go catch some lightning bugs. As I came back out, Mom told me that he was really good and had caught 3 so far. I didn’t think he would actually catch any, but rather that it would keep him busy for a few minutes.
So he then took my hand and asked me to catch lightning bugs with him. As the dusk settled around the house, we ran around the yard chasing lightning bugs. I am not as good as him, so when his daddy came out, I let him take over the chase. I then sat and watched father and son running after the flashing lights to the chorus of cicadas. Cam’s little chubby legs running as fast as they could through the final glow of the sun, chasing what appears to be magic, was a touching experience.
Summer is truly here as the sounds and sights fill the night sky. I love watching fireflies as they dance through the night, but watching Camden chasing them and dancing among them, was even more special. It was a sight that could have been from a movie as perfectly scripted as it was, but it was just life. Our life, that is my treasure to store within my memories and to ponder upon whenever.
Amy June 24th, 2009
little dirty socks pepper the laundry pile
little toy blocks litter the living room floor
little boats line the bathtub
little bikes lay haphazardly in the lawn
little smiles light up big faces
little hands lead us to wonderful adventures
little men melt our hearts
little laughs echo through once quiet home
little victories mean big praise
little people mean life no longer lived small
Amy June 24th, 2009
This past Father’s Day I gave you card that said, “you’re appreciated!” I want you to know that I truly mean it. Watching you play with the kids makes me so proud to call you my husband. You are a wonderful father and I am so glad that you get to experience fatherhood. I think your life would have been much less colorful, fulfilling, and meaningful without this experience. From the first time I met you and saw you around other’s children, I knew that fatherhood was something that you needed to do.
As my husband, I couldn’t ask for more. You are wonderfully patient with me and roll with my moods and tempers. You are always looking out for me and my needs and this makes it easy for me to look out for yours.
I know that the last few months have been trying and I want to applaud your handling of everything. You have continually found a way to provide for your family while never giving up searching for a permanent job. I know that we are once again entering a time of uncertainty, but continue to have faith in God, in yourself, and in your family. Something wonderful is just over the horizon. As the old saying goes, it is always darkest before the dawn. A beautiful wondrous sunrise is awaiting.
I am so lucky to have you as my husband and my partner in parenting and my friend. I love you!
