Tuesday, April 22, 2008

My children - and did you notice something special other than how beautiful they are?

Notice the simplicity in their clothing. Notice the simple wedding dress. Notice the beautiful back-drop; it's in my daughter-in-law's mother and father's back yard!
Yes, there was money for a 'fancy church wedding'. There was money for expensive invitations and foods. Lots of money would have been spent, but I guarantee you this - there's no prettier wedding photo around as I see it.
It's beautiful because of the people in the photo - no matter if you're their mom, or not - it is beautiful.
It's more beautiful because
sensible new daughter-in-law was in her first year of medical school.
Sensible new daughter-in-law knew that the 'wasted money' her mother and father
would spend, would deprive her parents from the needed items they'd gone without
for years - she wanted them to update their 'kitchen appliances'; finish the
kitchen so her mom could work in it more easily. She wanted to relieve the
burden from her hard-working father.
My son agreed - as did we all; no
money should be wasted for a single event - this picture will always remind me
of not only that wonderful day, but the loving and generous hearts of those who
planned this ceremony.
Oh yes, and on May 17, 2008, this daughter-in-law of mine, will receive her doctorate degree...another beautiful day indeed!
On January 1 of this year, my daughter sent this to
me - how about I give you something to 'think about' - it was a healthy reminder
to me!

Subject: George Carlin's words offer such insight for the coming year.

A Message by George Carlin:

The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but
shorter tempers, wider freeways , but narrower viewpoints.
We spend more, but have less; we buy more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses
and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time. We have more
degrees, but less sense; more knowledge, but less judgment.
We have more experts, yet more problems; more medicine, but less wellness.
We drink too much, smoke too much, Spend too recklessly, laugh too
little, drive too fast, get too angryStay up too late, get up too tired
Read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom.
We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too
much, love too seldom, and hate too often.
We've learned how to make a living, but not a life. We've added years to
life, not life to years. We've been all the way to the moon and back,
but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor. We
conquered outer space, but not inner space. We've done larger things,
but not better things.
We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul. We've conquered the
atom, but not our prejudice. We write more, but learn less. We plan
more, but accomplish less. We've learned to rush, but not to wait. We
build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies
than ever, but we communicate less and less.
These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and small
character, steep profits and shallow relationships.
These are the days of two incomes, but more divorce. We have fancier houses,
But broken homes.
These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality,
one night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from
Remember; spend some time with your loved ones, because they are not
going to be around forever.
Remember, say a kind word to someone who looks up to you in awe, because
that little person soon will grow up and leave your side.
Remember, to give a warm hug to the one next to you, because that is
the only treasure you can give with your heart and it doesn't cost a
Remember, to say, "I love you" to your partner and your loved ones, but
most of all mean it. A kiss and an embrace will mend hurt when it comes
from deep inside of you.
Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment, for someday that person
will not be there again.
Give time to love, give time to speak! And give time to share the
precious thoughts in your mind.

Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take,
but by the
moments that take our breath away.

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