Our Blessed Family: What a difference between Day and Night!

Saturday, December 13, 2008

What a difference between Day and Night!

In an earlier post I showed pictures of the Chihuly Glass that is at the Desert Botanical Gardens. David and I along with two dear friends were able to go last night. It was such a wonderful, romantic, beautiful, childless, memorable evening. Thank you Sarah and Errol for joining us. Here are some pictures of the night, along with some from the day so you can see how different they can be.

Along with the glass being all in lights, the paths were also lined with luminaria. Which I just found out is all SOLD OUT! So glad we got the tickets. What a wonderful memory, again happening on a special day. Which I was able to spend with my hubby and friends, I had my necklace (new for Micah) around my neck.

1 comment:

Kerry Hasenbalg said...: Those glass sculptures are gorgeous - thanks for sharing. For someone reason beautiful things seem more beautiful to me since losing something beautiful. Christine, I didn't remember or ever realize perhaps that you lost your Micah so close to our losing Isabella. I pray for your continued healing! Your sister in the Lord. Kerry Hasenbalg; 12/13/08, 6:42 PM

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I Took His Hand and Followed

Author is Mrs. Roy L. Peifer

My dishes went unwashed today,
I didn't make the bed,
I took his hand and followed
Where his eager footsteps led.
Oh yes, we went adventuring,
My little son and I...
Exploring all the great outdoors
Beneath the summer sky
We waded in a crystal stream,
We wandered through a wood...
My kitchen wasn't swept today
But life was gay and good.
We found a cool, sun-dappled glade
And now my small son knows
How Mother Bunny hides her nest,
Where jack-in-the-pulpit grows.
We watched a robin feed her young,
We climbed a sunlit hill...
Saw cloud-sheep scamper through the sky,
We plucked a daffodil.
That my house was neglected,
That I didn't brush the stairs,
In twenty years, no one on earth
Will know, or even care.
But that I've helped my little boy
To noble manhood grow,
In twenty years, the whole wide world
May look and see and know.

Remembering

Go ahead and mention my child,
The one that died, you know.
Don't worry about hurting me further.
The depth of my pain doesn't show.
Don't worry about making me cry.
I'm already crying inside.
Help me to heal by releasing
the tears that I try to hide.
I'm hurt when you just keep silent,
Pretending he didn't exist.
I'd rather you mention my child,
Knowing that he has been missed.
You asked me how I was doing.
I say "pretty good" or "fine".
But healing is something ongoing
I feel it will take a lifetime.
~ Elizabeth Dent ~