Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Friday, June 17, 2011
Pictures
Savannah and Isaac are sitting on the steps of a chapel, beside my Grandparent's home.
This is how close the chapel is to their house. Their house is on the left, of course.
The twins coloring with my cousin Sara.
Celebrating my sister Lydia's 15th birthday!
This is how close the chapel is to their house. Their house is on the left, of course.
The twins coloring with my cousin Sara.
Celebrating my sister Lydia's 15th birthday!
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
Margaret Anne Inman
Last week, these words from a song by Lucy Schwartz kept running through my mind:
"Morning comes in waves of sorrow, somber as the day that follows, still morning comes."
Mamaw is gone, and it seems very unreal. I love her so much, and I am glad to know that she is with the Lord, and not in pain anymore. She passed away Friday, June 10. We all miss her.
My Papaw and Mamaw, Andrew and Margaret, with my Mama, Cathy (little girl), and one of her sister's, Peggy (baby). This picture was taken before their sister Andrea was born.
Christmas 2010:
Margaret Anne Inman
May 1st, 1939 - June 10, 2011
"Morning comes in waves of sorrow, somber as the day that follows, still morning comes."
Mamaw is gone, and it seems very unreal. I love her so much, and I am glad to know that she is with the Lord, and not in pain anymore. She passed away Friday, June 10. We all miss her.
My Papaw and Mamaw, Andrew and Margaret, with my Mama, Cathy (little girl), and one of her sister's, Peggy (baby). This picture was taken before their sister Andrea was born.
Christmas 2010:
Margaret Anne Inman
May 1st, 1939 - June 10, 2011
- "Safe in the arms of Jesus,
Safe on His gentle breast;
There by His love o’ershaded,
Sweetly my soul shall rest.
Hark! ’tis the voice of angels
Borne in a song to me,
Over the fields of glory,
Over the jasper sea." - ~ Frances J. Crosby
Friday, June 3, 2011
Summer Sun
"Great is the sun, and wide he goes
Through empty heaven with repose;
And in the blue and glowing days
More thick than rain he showers his rays
Though closer still the blinds we pull
To keep the shady parlour cool,
Yet he will find a chink or two
to slip his golden fingers through.
The dusty attic spider-clad
He, through the key-hole, maketh glad;
And through the broken edge of tiles
Into the laddered hay-loft smiles.
Meantime his golden face around
He bares to all the garden ground,
And sheds a warm and glittering look
Among the ivy's inmost nook.
Above the hills, along the blue,
Round the bright air with footing true,
To please the child, to paint the rose,
The Gardener of the World, he goes."
~ Robert Louis Stevenson
Funny Poses by the Pool
Apparently, when it comes to posing (and making their Mama laugh), these children need no prompting!
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