Cute Logan

 

This is Logan's "namesake poem" --
I was thinking of the last lines of this poem
when I knew I wanted his middle name to be Miles.



Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,

And miles to go before I sleep.

-Robert Frost

august rain: what matters/what, what, what....?

august rain: what matters/what, what, what....?

what matters/what, what, what....?

hey there -- packing my things...our things...all of our things. here on the living room floor, on the walls, in boxes, in extra strong trash bags, on shelves, on bedroom mattresses, everywhere...they are everywhere. i don't know if how i feel matters. i don't know if how i think matters...if who i am matters...if that me inside of me matters. i don't know.

i know what matters to me. i know that. i know that my first born son, Clinton Lamoin Knight, is moving to kansas to live with his youngest brother, adoptive dad and his adoptive dad's wife. wow, there must be a story in there somewhere, huh. yeah, i would say so. when your oldest son who is 21 is moving to kansas to live with his youngest brother who is actually a "half-brother"-- and his half-brother's dad, who adopted him (Clint) when he was very young, and his adoptive dad's fairly new wife -- well, doesn't that say a lot? doesn't it? not about clint choosing to live with them..that is not the point...about the very fact that he has those people in his life. do you know what i mean? i'm not trying to be sarcastic or cynical....just looking, thinking, pointing out facts, seeing the reality. the reality of what my son has lived through...has lived with..has seen, heard, been,...and is.

what i know is that i love my son so much. he may chuckle when i say this. he may pass it off..not maliciously....just probably not comprehending the depth. who could comprehend the depth. who could....but me. who can...but me. my little boy in his shorts, high-top basketball shoes and ball cap....walking so proudly through the tunnel at our old apartments. so full of life, and hope, dreams, promise, goodness, innocence....so utterly beautiful. i used to look at him when he was little and felt so much awe. his face was so gorgeous. i adored him totally. he was my little prince. my soft, brown eyed, little boy. the love is indescribable. the love. the love will never, ever end. if i could capture moments spent with him...fill a room with those moments...oh, God, i would never leave that room.

clint and danielle

 

Picasa Web Albums - joyce

Picasa Web Albums - joyce

clint and jared--so tough

 

My favorite guys

 

give peace a chance.

U2--rattle and hum era

U2
U2
U2
U2
U2
U2

orange
blue
green
white
flowers
reaching
stretching
touching
the sky

white chocolate, butter, and Grand Marnier

tonight i made one of my wedding cakes. white chocolate wedding cake. rich. tons of white chocolate, tons of butter, lots of sugar, .... orange zest. and grand marnier. gourmet stuff. big sheet cake. frosting will come next week.....more white chocolate, cream, cream cheese, powdered sugar. this cake is going to feed the comments. i just know it. <>

today

today i visited jill.
she cut up strawberries
and red bell peppers ~
cucumbers

i sliced apples and avocados

we drank sun tea. mine had cranberries and lime.
hers just had lime.

we sat on her balcony in the sunshine and talked
about marriage, sex, friendship, and how to communicate with a guy

when i arrived at my apartment clint was on the phone talking to his case-worker
he told me that he needed a ride downtown right away so he could meet with this case-worker

i was hot from driving in the 85 degree weather and sticky, sweaty, not ready to turn around and just leave...
but i did. he got a positive result on his p-test. he knew he would. he was stressed out and didn't care.

Fred the Cat

 

be compassionate
just as your father/creator/mother
is compassionate

peacepeacepeacepeace

Jared, Jared, Jared...

clint knows how to have fun

clint was caught in the middle of a flip into the pool...good shot i thought...he is not afraid to live life.

Jared

Jared -- last fall -- trying everything -- heart hurting -- learning too many things at once. My son, so faithful, so strong, so determined.
He gives and gives and gives some more ----
some of us need to give more to him.
He was there to wipe my tears away -- a task no 2 year old should have needed to do. Oh, God, let him know how much I love him and cherish him. I tell him and try to show him -- but may he always know it way deep down inside....
He wants to be hard -- and he appears to be -- very fit and strong...tough approach to life...
but may he never totally lose his sweet innocence -- his softness -- his compassion.

Logee

Logan is a doll. He has beautiful baby blue eyes -- he is very tall and muscular but is like a cuddly bear. He has a sensitive heart.
Logan Miles, full of smiles... I love him so. Lord, God, protect him from the traps out there. Protect him please.

My oldest son, Clint and his friend Zach "Shoobs" --- watching Logan's track meet.
Shoobs is planning to join the Air Force. He's 21.
Clint is planning to move to Kansas in August. He's 21 also.
Clint is my prince -- first-born --
I just wish he truly understood his value....
to me, his family, his friends, his Creator and Redeemer....I wish he valued himself-- his life -- more.
I love him so much.

my son, JAKE

JAKE in his leather jacket, monty python t-shirt....that first night in Kansas...Olathe.....on our way to Chili's....my youngest son.....not quite grown up ---- but beyond the little boy....

my boys and me

mirror, mirror . . .

cross by the river

psychedelic clouds

me and my son jake

i wish i had a million fonts from which to choose...

i wish i had a million fonts
and they were a billion different colors.