Happy Bleated Thanksgiving

Hey Happy Bleated Thanksgiving Guys!! Sorry it took so long to post something new....been sort of busy. I started back at Tophams....and absolutly love it. Tanner is working hard as usuall....and the Kids are getting excited for X-mas Break (ugh.....im not!!!)

these are just a few pic i took when we were visiting mom and dad on thanksgiving....i took one of tanner and i but it didnt turn out....bummer!!!

Kaydee, Zack & Levi are all so photogenic!! i really really need to get a better camera....hmmmm maybe ill ask santa for one.

What are you asking santa for?????

Grandma's Hands

Grandma's Hands

Grandma, some ninety plus years, sat feebly on the patio bench. She
didn't move, just sat with her head down staring at her hands. When I
sat down beside her, she didn't acknowledge my presence and the longer I
sat, I wondered if she was OK.

Finally, not really wanting to disturb her but wanting to check on her
at the same time, I asked her if she was OK. She raised her head and
looked at me and smiled. Yes, I'm fine, thank you for asking, she said
in a clear strong voice.

I didn't mean to disturb you, Grandma, but you were just sitting here
staring at your hands and I wanted to make sure you were OK, I explained
to her.

Have you ever looked at your hands she asked. I mean really looked at
your hands?

I slowly opened my hands and stared down at them. I turned them over,
palms up and then palms down. No, I guess I had never really looked at
my hands as I tried to figure out the point she was making.

Grandma smiled and related this story:

Stop and think for a moment about the hands you have, how they have
served you well throughout your years. These hands, though wrinkled,
shriveled and weak have been the tools I have used all of my life to
reach out and grab and embrace life.

They braced and caught my fall when as a toddler I crashed upon the
floor. They put food in my mouth and clothes on my back. As a child my
mother taught me to fold them in prayer. They tied my shoes and pulled
on my boots.

They dried the tears of my children and caressed the love of my life.
They wiped my tears when my husband went off to war. They have been
dirty, scraped and raw, swollen and bent.

They were uneasy and clumsy when I tried to hold our newborn daughter.

Decorated with my wedding band they showed the world that I was
married and loved someone special. They wrote the letters home and
trembled and shook when I buried my parents and spouse.

They have held children, consoled neighbors, and shook in fists of
anger when I didn't understand. They have covered my face, combed my
hair, and washed and cleansed the rest of my body. They have been sticky
and wet, bent and broken, dried and raw. And to this day when not much
of anything else of me works real well these hands hold me up, lay me
down, and again continue to fold in prayer. These hands are the mark of
where I've been and the ruggedness of my life.

But more importantly it will be these hands that God will reach out
and take when He leads me home. And with my hands He will lift me to His
side and there I will use these hands to touch the face of Christ.

I will never look at my hands the same again. But I remember God
reached out and took my grandma's hands and led her home. When my hands
are hurt or sore or when I stroke the face of my children and husband I
thank grandma. I know she has been stroked and caressed and held by the
hands of God. I, too, want to touch the face of God and feel His hands
upon my face.

Kaydee and Grandma Morris

Im going to miss moments like these!!!!!

HaHaHa this is great!

hopefully you can see this enough to read it....thanks for the email Missy!!

HAPPY HALLOWEEN !! i swiped this pic from Missy's blog....sorry miss lol but it was to cute!! Levi looks really happy doesnt he???

Brenden.......

Isnt he a cutie? he was at my house last night laying on my lap.....i was playing peek a boo with him and he kept sticking out his tongue lol... he is so funny! just over a year old and has so much personality!!! i love this kid!