Summer Days...

Are there times that you sit and ponder at how special your children are and what a true blessing they are in your life. The days that you just sit and stare at their beauty within and out and know how proud they make you feel. The memories and trends they keep going with from when you were a child. The over joy of love and laughter spent with them each day. The examples they are and their God like spirits reminding you daily the meaning of "family". The simple joys of happiness. My girls are so special to me and they own my whole heart. They remind daily the meaning of life and love. I am truely grateful for their lives and example.

On a second note Kelsee took a writing class this year for school and brought me home this amazing entry. It brought tears to my eyes and reminded me of the fun times "back when" we spent them with Oma' and the simple things in life. She is an amazing young lady and a special person to all those around. There are days I wish I could call their Oma' and share stories and laughs with her. I am grateful to know that I will some day catch up on all our stories, hugs and kisses. But for know I have the joy of my "family". See the entry below from Kelsee.



Summer Days

I wake to the sweet smell of cinnamon being shaken. The sight of my grandma making her famous pies. The smile on her face once I’m spotted. The warm summer’s air blowing through an open window; the sun in the sky nearly blinding me with each glance I take. The heat; rising from the stove. My hands; white from kneading the fresh made dough. The way it feels as I press my palm into the center of the soft mixture. The birds chirping on the new grown trees. As I run outside; I feel the heat rush down my spine. I grab a stiff part of bark and work my way up the tall enormous tree. Once I reach the top I spot a crystal like object attached to a bright green leaf. I know right away it must be a caterpillar. Even yet; a butterfly that’s yet to come. Every day I watch the insect; until one day I see the process of a butterfly emerging from its wrapping; it spreads its wings and discovers the world for the first time. I leap to the ground and fly beside it; till I see it no longer. I lie upon the fresh cut grass and gaze in to the sky. I see all the birds flying in the air; enjoying the weather that’s been set this month. I pass the birds and peer to the clouds; to the shapes that have been made for child’s eyes to see. I see a flower; a bunny, and even a tree. These things are so marvelous to me. I join my family once again to feast on fresh picked raspberries and my grandmas cinnamon pies. With each bite I take, the flavor bursts in delight; but all is soon to be gone. Till this very day I eat fresh raspberries and pie; reminding me of the good summer days that once was shared.
By: Kelsee Forbes