Tuesday, December 15, 2009
A Christmas Poem
I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight.
My wife was asleep, her head on my chest,
My daughter beside me, angelic in rest.
Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white,
Transforming the yard to a winter delight.
The sparkling lights in the tree, I believe,
Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve.
My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep,
Secure and surrounded by love I would sleep
In perfect contentment, or so it would seem.
So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream.
The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near,
But I opened my eye when it tickled my ear.
Perhaps just a cough, I didn't quite know,
Then the sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow.
My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear,
And I crept to the door just to see who was near.
Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night,
A lone figure stood, his face weary and tight.
A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old
Perhaps a Marine, huddled here in the cold.
Alone in the dark, he looked up and smiled,
Standing watch over me, and my wife and my child.
"What are you doing?" I asked without fear
"Come in this moment, it's freezing out here!
Put down your pack, brush the snow from your sleeve,
You should be at home on a cold Christmas Eve!"
For barely a moment I saw his eyes shift,
Away from the cold and the snow blown in drifts,
To the window that danced with a warm fire's light
Then he sighed and he said "Its really all right,
I'm out here by choice. I'm here every night"
"Its my duty to stand at the front of the line,
That separates you from the darkest of times.
No one had to ask or beg or implore me,
I'm proud to stand here like my fathers before me.
My Gramps died at 'Pearl on a day in December,"
Then he sighed, "That's a Christmas 'Gram always remembers.
"My dad stood his watch in the jungles of 'Nam
And now it is my turn and so, here I am.
I've not seen my own son in more than a while,
But my wife sends me pictures, he's sure got her smile.
Then he bent and he carefully pulled from his bag,
The red white and blue... an American flag.
"I can live through the cold and the being alone,
Away from my family, my house and my home,
I can stand at my post through the rain and the sleet,
I can sleep in a foxhole with little to eat,
I can carry the weight of killing another
Or lay down my life with my sisters and brothers
Who stand at the front against any and all,
To insure for all time that this flag will not fall."
"So go back inside," he said, "harbor no fright
Your family is waiting and I'll be all right."
"But isn't there something I can do, at the least,
"Give you money," I asked, "or prepare you a feast?
It seems all too little for all that you've done,
For being away from your wife and your son."
Then his eye welled a tear that held no regret,
"Just tell us you love us, and never forget
To fight for our rights back at home while we're gone.
To stand your own watch, no matter how long.
For when we come home, either standing or dead,
To know you remember we fought and we bled
Is payment enough, and with that we will trust.
That we mattered to you as you mattered to us.
By Michael Marks, Christmas 2000
Sunday, December 13, 2009
Las Vegas Adventures
It is 1 1/2 hours to Las Vegas from Bull Head City. We don't gamble, smoke, drink or even enjoy the glitzy shows, so you may wonder what else there is to do in Las Vegas. We managed to fill an entire day with lots of fun family activities, and there are still plenty of other options. You just have to dig a little to find them.
Christmas trees and calendars
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
From Coast to Coast
Rusty reading poetry...
The kids spent a good deal of their time exploring caves, tide pools and collecting interesting rocks and crabs. Here is Lauren showing off a pretty cool sea star.
Mike is a talented architect-to-be so it shouldn't be surprising that he spent his time creating a sand castle masterpiece. His work on a computer design program inspired Lauren and he sent her home with a program to begin experimenting.
Thankful fors
*Roads that are free (of course this is relative in that we pay taxes for our roads, but I'm just happy not to have to dig for change to pay tolls)
* Free parking
* Milk that isn't price regulated by the government (I suppose this may be relative too as I'm sure the government still regulates it some how, but at least it's less obvious)
* Parking right outside the door to my house
* Ground level entry to our home
* A fenced yard (even if it is just rock)
* FREE laundry (again relative in that you pay for detergent and electricity, but it's much less painful than spending $20-30/week to use pay washers and dryers)
* Home projects (Weird I know, but there is something very fulfilling in improving your space)
* Furniture and home decor
* A Barbeque
* Having an instant network of friends (in our ward) wherever we go
* Entire days without having to use the car!!!
Friday, December 4, 2009
Turkey Day
Even though the boys are quite a bit older they are so patient and accommodating of our little ones. They take them to the park and listen to all their stories. They let them pull out all their Legos and toys and even sit and build with them. My boys are always inspired by the amazing things the big boys can do and build. My boys were thrilled when Mike, Dan and Hallie told them they could bring home two huge totes of Mega Blocs and Legos. It is all they have played with since Thanksgiving. Because my kids are so close together in age it's fun to have "big kids" around. They think they are pretty great!! When we left Mike and Dan even took the time to write the kids special cards and notes.
And of course they all love hanging out with Hallie, especially Kate. In her eyes Hallie has it all, and her room is a girls wonderland of Barbies and babies. Hallie even passed on a few baby outfits which Kate has been using to dress up her babies. Of course it probably took Hallie a week to dig her room out after "sharing" it with my kids.
What a blessing to have a place we can go where we feel so comfortable. There is never enough time and we just soak in as much as we can get. This year Cheryl and Mom Clarke out-did themselves in creating a masterful feast. Of course Rusty contributed his expert taste testing skills to ensure that everything was top notch.
This is the Before picture