A Quiet Night

Stormy seas can’t match
The roiling in my heart, nor
Can a thousand suns

Match the fire in my
Soul. Perhaps a quiet night
Could restore my peace…

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Sunday funday

We spent the day in search of fish, and even managed to catch a few, but the best part of the day was making memories as a family.

If there’s a better way to spend a beautiful Sunday afternoon than fishing with your family, I’m not sure I want to know it.

How did you spend Father’s Day?

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Small-Town Saturday Night

It’s been a long week,
Now it’s time to shriek; time to
Cut loose from the noose

And have a little
Fun. Cuz it’s a small town; it’s
Saturday night, and

What else is there to
Do when the world drops off sharp
At the edge of town?

It’s a small town; it’s
Saturday night, and we’re all
Feeling fine tonight.

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When once long ago
The world spun around,
There were no sights
And there were no sounds,
But there were plenty of holes
Deep down in the ground.

And way down deep
In those holes in the ground,
Where there were no sights
And there were no sounds,
There were eight tiny groundhogs
Just sniffing around.

When there are no sights
And there are no sounds,
And your home is a very deep
Hole in the ground,
The only way to find anything
Is to sniff around and around.

So these groundhogs sniffed
Around and around,
And they followed a path
That led above ground,
Where the sun shone so bright
That naught could be found.

They scampered back quickly
To their holes in the ground,
Where there were no sights
And there were no sounds,
And vowed never again
To search above ground.

For when you are used to the dark
Of a hole in the ground,
Even a little bright light is
Too much to get round
Without fear of falling
Prey to a hound.

So if, like my friends,
You live below ground,
In a hole with no sights
And very few sounds,
Remember your shades
When you venture above ground.

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Be still my heart

While I was hunting for that video of Thumper reading Little Blue Truck, I found another gem. It’s from the same summer, but before his birthday, and oh, my stars, is it adorable:

I miss those chubby baby cheeks and the innocence in his voice. It’s crazy how much things change, but you don’t really  notice till you see something old like this.

Also, it can’t be possible that he’ll be six in a couple of months. This was just yesterday, I swear.

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