Love is the very essence of life. It is the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. Yet it is more than the end of the rainbow. Love is at the beginning also, and from it springs the beauty that arches across the sky on a stormy day. Love is the security for which children weep, the yearning of youth, the adhesive that binds marriage, and the lubricant that prevents devastating friction in the home; it is the peace of old age, the sunlight of hope shining through death. How rich are those who enjoy it in their associations with family, friends, church and neighbors... love, like faith, is a gift of God.
Friday, February 26, 2010
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Sunday, February 21, 2010
At night Jesse and I have been talking to Elizabeth in her rocking chair before bed. It's become part of the routine. We ask her about her day, then let her go on until she stops. This is some of what she said tonight:
Friday, February 19, 2010
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Thursday, February 11, 2010
So I haven't really blogged anything about our life since christmas.