Dr Mark Craddock is one of my hero's; he has always been there for us whenever we needed him, it has been almost twenty-five years A great guy, with Pam his nurse they make a great team she is the frosting, together they have cared for us and given us good counsel. I wanted to give him a quilt and this is the one he chose, We are growing old together as the saying goes and it is a good match. Thank You Mark and Pam for always being there for us...
The 4th was a lovely day I was busy and I did not get many pictures I was having too much fun. The menu was: Fried chicken, fruit salad, pasta salad, potato salad, watermelon, anti-pasta, deviled eggs and for desert wild black berry pie and pineapple upside-down cake with Popsicles and drinks. We had a few firework's of our own but the real show was over Henderson Bay, Wow what a show, this year was unbelievable. We had the trees trimmed in front of us and we could see everyone on the SandSspit and beyond it was the best show ever.
Here are some snaps of my gang.
Jody, Karol and Debra
Hailey and Katie
The men's circle of laughter and talk, Dennis, Donald, Sherm and Jerry. One wonders what they were talking about they were deep into the conversation with laughter and hushed voices, man talk not to be shared with the women folk. Well we ladies had our own circle of chit chat, what fun having a quiet conversation with friends and family. It was a great 4th of July
Kayla Aubrie and Kattie
The four Hooligans, Kayla, Wyatt, Hailey and Katie
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Leaves of God Fall 2009
My seasons have flown by so fast
I can hardly remember the details of my budding
I bloomed far too early forced by natures call
The flower of my youth stolen
My spring lost
I could not hold my bloom
As fruit required all my time
That season of summer went so fast
Consumed by my fruit youth slipped away
Never to swing freely in the warm summers breeze
I held fast lest my fruit should fall
Hot summer days turn to chilly nights
My fruit now ripe hear falls call
They release to face their own unknown
I watch as they fall free
My branches lift from their weight
I stand-alone the crisp air begins to blow
Indian summer comes with new love
I bask in the crisp sun light
My beauty is seen and shared
With the bloom of crimson leaves
My golden years begin
Too soon, I see my skin begin to shrivel
Youths golden beauty slips into grey
My hold on the tree of life seems futile
The frost of winter comes so fast
I hold tight lest I fall
So many leaves are falling
I watch as they let go one by one
My winter is here my time has come
The cold ground awaits my fall
The snows of winter cover my memory
Yet the family tree still stands
Spring will come
New leaves will unfold
The seasons of life begins again