I'll sing His praise . . .

Here's my singing son, Tyler, age 15. He loves to sing and is constantly doing so. He and his dad sing bass at church with our church group, "The Bethsaida Nine, More or Less." You should hear them sing "A Beautiful Life!" I'll have to record it! In this photo Tyler had let his face hair grow and everyone was calling him Mountain Man! He's got it shaved for the moment. Notice how much taller he is than his Dad. And I don't think he's finished growing!

"To be a child of God each day, My light must shine along the way; I’ll sing His praise while ages roll, And strive to help some troubled soul."

Who's on First?

My youngest, Courtney, 8 years old, getting ready to take off from first to second base. Courtney is playing baseball in this photo. She also plays soccer, softball, and basketball! Between her and Cade, we stay busy!

"...Little League estimates the number of girls currently participating in Little League Baseball programs to be about 100,000..."

Home Run X 3

I have to brag on my middle child...Cade, 12 years old...loves Baseball...lives for baseball...he has been hitting out-of-the-park home runs during practice. Finally on June 2 he hit his first one during a game. Then another in the next game that night. Then June 6 he hit his third. It's the first home run hit out of the park (during league play) in at least 8 years! He plays in All-Stars June 26-27. We're proud of you kiddo!

"How to hit home runs: I swing as hard as I can, and I try to swing right through the ball...The harder you grip the bat, the more you can swing it through the ball, and the farther the ball will go. I swing big, with everything I've got. I hit big or I miss big. I like to live as big as I can." Babe Ruth

Remembering . . .

She would usually be outside watering the flowers in the morning or late afternoon when I drove past on my way home from a tiring day at work. Sometimes she would be in her garden in the hot sun with her hat on just a workin' a way, harder than any 86-year-old should be working. Her garden became smaller each year as she got older and slower and unable to care for it. I would blow my horn, she would wave and I would feel blessed to know my Granny was there, somewhere about the house or yard. I still look for her and I wonder how long I will do that, when do I stop looking for her little gray head through the window? My Granny Mae has been gone for almost a month now and there's not a day that goes by that I don't miss her. It's funny how the mind plays tricks on us. I could've sworn I saw her in the garden just the other day with the hoe in one hand and waving with the other. I know it's habit and there will be a day when I probably just drive by without looking and searching, but for now I'm remembering . . .

"Grandma always made you feel she had been waiting to see just you all day and now the day was complete."