Amber is just on her way to being a great mother! In Sacrament meeting in ABQ when Mason was about 18 months, he fell over the back of the pew, head first and was saved from a cracked skull by Myrna's husband making a quick reflex catch! I was so embarrassed!
Love it! (I am breaking my long, long Blog silence. I just got out of the habit over the holidays, and then Facebook took over my life. I will be posting very VERY soon.)
Life as we know it is a span so short in duration that should we blink, our lives are past. Mortality is a fabric woven tight with strips of lingering sorrow, peaks of ecstacy, valleys of despair and experiences best described in retrospect as bittersweet. In birth we cry, in life we laugh and weep, in death we wait and wonder. Against this mandatory school called earth we sometimes pass with flying colors and other times we simply do not make the grade. It's not the winning that exalts us in the end, it's the getting up for the bell when our faces are bloodied, when we have all but been counted out lying face down on the canvas of life. When enduring to the end seems less daunting than getting by until tomorrow, the prospect of eternity is blurred, but yet we take one baby step at a time, without acclaim but holding fast to faith until we finish with the victor's sprint.
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Amber is just on her way to being a great mother! In Sacrament meeting in ABQ when Mason was about 18 months, he fell over the back of the pew, head first and was saved from a cracked skull by Myrna's husband making a quick reflex catch! I was so embarrassed!
Love it! (I am breaking my long, long Blog silence. I just got out of the habit over the holidays, and then Facebook took over my life. I will be posting very VERY soon.)
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