The lines have fallen to me in pleasant places; Indeed, my heritage is beautiful to me. Psalm 16:6

Thursday, April 23, 2009

Chuckle for the Day

Gabriel: Can Root Beer make you drunk?

Me: No, honey. Root Beer can't make you drunk.

Gabriel: But regular beer can.

Me: Yes, honey. Regular beer can.

Gabriel: I think because it has no roots in it.

Man, you gotta love him.

Thursday, April 16, 2009

A Little Story

Once upon a time there was a boy.

A boy who liked donuts.

And, believe it or not, sisters.

He was a handsome boy, full of spunk and laughter.

And his parents marveled that the Lord would entrust him to them.

He was so special that his Grampa always rubbed his head for good luck.

His first dog taught him to love...

...and to grieve.

And that boy, he grew and he grew and he grew.

He still loved donuts. And all his siblings. But now he also loved dinosaurs, World War II, and making movies.
And the Lord. He especially loved the Lord.

And his parents were happy.

Well, that boy, he turned twelve. And his parents still marvel at what a blessing he is. And they love him more than ever.