tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13455938.post834426917866183565..comments2024-02-14T02:28:27.585-07:00Comments on a fear of flying: life through the eyes of a childAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00466860937596192472noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13455938.post-57004242121856603832008-04-06T23:26:00.000-06:002008-04-06T23:26:00.000-06:00Marla, I love that poem. And I find myself wonder...Marla, <BR/><BR/>I love that poem. <BR/><BR/>And I find myself wondering the same thing, everytime I have a newborn in the house. I think that the spirits of my babies great-grandparents wouldn't be able to resist coming down and playing with him on occasion... particularly when i have to ignore him and do something else for a moment. When i come back from some task and see him smiling at a Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00466860937596192472noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13455938.post-75476321482874934992008-04-06T03:42:00.000-06:002008-04-06T03:42:00.000-06:00Very sweet.Very sweet.Marenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03045898713909315753noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13455938.post-47558331433451983702008-04-03T23:58:00.000-06:002008-04-03T23:58:00.000-06:00I know that jealous feeling -- I get it everytime ...I know that jealous feeling -- I get it everytime something rediculously mundane is hilarious to them. Oh to find joy in the mundane... :)Pirate Princesshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12164956276371481421noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13455938.post-43240821817709112872008-04-03T10:18:00.000-06:002008-04-03T10:18:00.000-06:00Here's the passage I mentioned yesterday.Toward Mo...Here's the passage I mentioned yesterday.<BR/><BR/>Toward Morning<BR/><BR/>Sometimes when I wake up early in the morning before it is light, I hear my baby talking in his crib. If I rise upon my elbow very gently so that he will not see me, I can see him there in the dim light, dark eyes with his fat hands clasped together or patting one another. All the while he makes those tender, inarticulate Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13455938.post-5640929349156222382008-04-02T16:58:00.000-06:002008-04-02T16:58:00.000-06:00I love love love this picture. I mean, I really LO...I love love love this picture. I mean, I really LOVE it. He's so innocent and pure. Tonight I'm going to look for a little poem that my mother gave me when my son was born (the one who's now 24!). It was actually inside of a card, and the sentiment was so touching that I've kept it all these years. As soon as I find it, I'll send it to you, and I just know it will touch your heart.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13455938.post-34802715940172235322008-04-01T09:37:00.000-06:002008-04-01T09:37:00.000-06:00That's what I've been focusing on for the past yea...That's what I've been focusing on for the past year or so. I need to see the joy and blessings in all the simple things, and not let the small things get to me. I've found that if I say only positive, uplifting things to my family and overlook mistakes or imperfections, then they act better(and work harder at being better) in order to get more compliments(even my husband). And I don't feel Jennifer (Fern)https://www.blogger.com/profile/03701825361937907770noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13455938.post-26731992984162618012008-03-31T05:24:00.000-06:002008-03-31T05:24:00.000-06:00I think this is why the Lord loves little children...I think this is why the Lord loves little children so much...<BR/><BR/>My granddaughter is 2 and a half and she still talks her own language. What's funny is that JJ. (her 6 yr. old brother) will translate for her.Lucy Sternhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15551301072676727397noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13455938.post-51399766323953439962008-03-28T08:19:00.000-06:002008-03-28T08:19:00.000-06:00maybe some of your kids are "old spirits" just wai...maybe some of your kids are "old spirits" just waiting to talk to you.Putzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08480109111920196513noreply@blogger.com