It was as if an earthquake rent The hearth-stones of a continent, And made forlorn The households born Of peace on earth, good-will to men! And in despair I bowed my head; “There is no peace on earth,” I said; “For hate is strong, And mocks the song Of peace on earth, good-will to men!” On Friday in Connecticut, more than two dozen, mostly children, | Read More »
It’s sad. We have one more year before Evelyn goes off to school.
Yesterday she got moved up in Sunday School. In our church, at four, the child sits with the parents too. She won’t be four until the end of August, but since she’s an “advancing pre-K”, yesterday she attended big church for the first time.
I’ve really been depressed too. It’s a good thing she’s growing up. But it’s sad too. At least we still can watch Batman together. She’s a big fan of Batman: The Animated Series.
So sad. And she no longer calls me “daddy.” It’s “dad” now. And “mom” for Christy. Sigh.
It is amazing what Evelyn has picked up on at three years old.
A few weeks ago, she told Christy that she loved Christy very, very much and when she was big she was going to have a baby in her tummy that she would love too.
Then she told Christy that living in Christy’s tummy was her favorite place to live. Why? Because unbeknownst to Christy or me, Evelyn said there’s a slide in there.
Yesterday and today, we took Evelyn to Vacation Bible School at our church. Both days she insisted that she wear a dress. After all, she was going to church. We explained that VBS was different. Nonetheless, she is insistent that she at least wear a skirt instead of shorts.
We have no idea where she gets that from. Christy and I both will wear pants to church. But funny.
When I was in New York this past week for Hannity, I stumbled into a rare books store to get out of a pending rain storm.
I wanted to get Christy something unique for Mother’s Day that no one else would be getting. I decided I’d check the book store to see if they had an old knitting book or something neat.
There I found her gift. It was a hand bound 1st edition copy of the Complete Works of Longfellow published around 1880. It was definitely published before 1882 because Longfellow died in 1882 and the notes in the book both refer to him in the present tense and thank him for his assistance in preparing the book.
It is gorgeous. They just don’t produce books like that anymore except from places like the Folio Society of London.
She definitely wasn’t expecting that, but I think she was kinda sorta impressed.
A friend called me earlier today as I was heading into the grocery store to buy stuff to make a surprise meal for my wife tonight. He wanted to tell me a story that I want to tell you.
A man ran against this friend of mine a few years ago for a political office. As often happens, the two got to be friends. My friend’s friend is a committed pro-life Christian. Last year, this friend’s former opponent turned friend’s wife got pregnant.
Shortly after getting pregnant, they found out the wife had cancer. The wife was a county chairman for Georgia Right to Life. Many people may say she and her husband are crazy. Many people may not understand. But despite doctors’ insisting she have an abortion and begin cancer treatments, she refused. She did not want to kill her child to save herself.
It’s a choice some people do not understand and cruel people will sometimes mock. Some use it as an opportunity to mock God, questioning his purpose, his fairness, or even his existence. It is a difficult choice. Living your principles is not often easy. Sometimes we fail.
This lady did not fail.
Six weeks ago she and her husband welcomed a healthy child into this world. And she began to recovery too.
Over the last week, though, things took a turn for the worst. Susan went home to the Lord over the weekend. She leaves behind her husband and four children. She also leaves a very valuable testament to life and a much needed reminder that there are things in life more important than the daily grind in politics. She also leaves us with a very real reminder that sometimes we are called on to live our principles even in the face of death.
I don’t know that I could. But it is nice, however sad the news may be, to know there is someone willing to stand on principles even unto the end.
Evelyn has informed me in the most serious tone that she wants to move to Somalia so she can be a pirate and say “Argh Matey” every day.
I tried explaining that Somali pirates aren’t like the pirates she thinks of. All she knows is that they say “argh matey” and probably have parrots.
Christy dislocated her knee cap the other night and partially tore her knee ligament. I haven’t seen her in that much pain in a very long time — not since she had gall stones a few years ago.
She’s taking good medicine to deal with the pain. My wife doesn’t take pain medicine. That she wants to is a sign of how bad it hurts.
Meanwhile, I’ve got a sinus infection that feels like it’s about to push my upper teeth and eye out of my head. Quite a pair I tell ya.
So, that’s all to say, prayers are appreciated.
Evelyn handed me her bag of M&M’s. She said she needed my “big muscles” to open the bag.
As I was opening the bag she said, “You have really big muscles Daddy. Just like Wonder Woman.”