Friday, November 4, 2011



"What sunshine is to flowers, smiles are to humanity.
They are but trifles, to be sure,
but scattered along life's pathway,
the good they do is inconceivable."
-- Joseph Addison
(from Ch. 8 of "Beautiful Girlhood,"
A Sunny Disposition)

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

Our LAST Hurrah Celebrating Warm Days...

...as Autumn was beginning.

This little ice cream stand is 50+ish years old. See the linoleum counter - Kermit the Frog Green?

I adore the little wooden screen hatch that the girl inside lifts up to "take your order".

Ahhhhh.

Last night as we were praying in the bed, Emily and I said goodbye to a beautiful and wondrous October.

I closed our little chat with the Lord saying, "We'll wake up in the morning and greet our old friend - November. We'll welcome him back with great joy and Thanksgiving."

Quilt Made by Girls at Church - in Em's GA Class

It's being sent to a little girl who is taking chemo.

Family Night(s) - on the Weekends



Reading Award Buddies

This little girl goes to another school, but Em had the opportunity to meet her at a baby shower for another teacher friend. Anyway, little Blondie is an absolute doll, and she and Em hit it off wonderfully well. Both girls turned up at the school district's celebration of Top Readers...and as we approached this girl's family, the darling jumped up, ran toward Emily with outstretched arms and exclaimed, "Oh Emily. I thought I'd never see you again!!" Her mom says she is 'just that way', but golly jeepers...what a delightful way to greet a friend.

First Fish EVAH.

...and this is not "my baby's daddy". (You either 'get' that comment or you don't. If you're over 32....I doubt you will unless you've been hanging around me.)

He and his wife are a charming couple who opened their homes to a group of International families from a local church. Emily was there for a picnic her very first October here in the U.S.

This time she got up the nerve to fish.
I. do. not. fish.
I cannot hold a precious cricket in my hands...develop a relationship with it...and then hook it.
Nope.

So this kind gentleman took it upon himself to assist Miss Em with her first time try at fishing. She caught one. Posed. Smiled.
We ooooooo-ed and ahhhhhhhhh-ed.
Then we threw the little buggar right back in the pond.