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A Soldier’s Homecoming

Today we had the privilege of celebrating the return of a soldier from our church, who spent the last fifteen months deployed in Afghanistan. An active member of our Small Group Bible study, Jason was greatly missed by many in our church family, and by his wife and four children who remained here in Washington while he was overseas.

Frankly, we were all very worried for him, afraid for his physical safety. Last May we mourned with Emily at the memorial service for her fallen husband, also named Jason, and also part of our Small Group and Adult Bible Fellowship class at church. I wrote about his death and the death of my Grandmother in this post.


Jason, the summer before he left for Afghanistan

We are fortunate that one of the wives in our Small Group is well-organized and administratively gifted (she is, after all, a West Point grad). “When you come to the party,” she encouraged us, “bring with you letters or cards of appreciation, thanking Jason for his military service.” The kids picked out a card and signed it, and Kathy and I each composed a short note. I was very glad to have a chance to express my gratitude in writing, not only to Jason, but to the many who quite literally lay down their lives for our country.

Jason –

As we celebrate your return from your overseas deployment, I want to take a few moments to tell you how much our family and church body appreciates your sacrifice and courage.

Your willingness to serve our country and the people of Afghanistan merits the highest praise and honor from those of us who were permitted, by your sacrifice, to stay home in relative safety. The work in which you were engaged, to bring peace and stability to that war-torn country, did not go unnoticed. Through your efforts to contain and pursue enemies of our country, families and communities like ours can enjoy a day-to-day lifestyle that is largely devoid of fear of terrorist attack.

As citizens, we are proud of our military forces, but we recognize that the work that you did as an ambassador of democracy did not come cheaply to you our your family. The physical discomforts you experienced and the extended separation from your family were high costs, which you paid in courage, honor and in obedience to your calling as an officer in our Army.

We rejoice with you in your safe return home, and in your re-uniting with your family and with our church. We continue to lift you up in our prayers as you adjust to being home.

Please know that I greatly admire your selfless courage and honorable conduct in serving our Nation, and that I am deeply sensitive to the debt that is owed to you and to the other soldiers who have served, by our civilian community.

This blog seems a rather public venue for what was intended as a private note of thanks. Still, as I reflected on the party this evening, I determined to publicly honor this man who smiled and so casually down-played the difficulties and dangers he faced.

Welcome home, Jason, friend and brother.

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Interview Time

This evening we were delighted to have a friend join us for dinner.

Thankfully there was FULL journalist coverage.

How many reporters and photographers does it take to qualify as The Paparazzi?

daniel interviews carl

Daniel is taking a writing class at our homeschool co-op. This week’s assignment is to interview someone and begin writing a biographical essay. Go Dan!

Of course, if Tim were posting this blog he would include blow by blow descriptions of the game we played after our yummy dinner and bore you with details of his stunning victory.

He’s not here, however, so no one needs to know that I came in LAST place in Ticket to Ride.

Last Place! Did I just say that aloud?

daniel takes notes

Did I mention our meal was delicious? We had Tuscan marinated chicken breasts, sweet potatoes, baked potatoes, steamed veggies, roasted asparagus with garlic and sweet onions, homemade rolls, sliced oranges, and a huge salad. Surely that’s worth something in the grand scheme of things.

Yes sir, it’s a good thing I’m writing this and not Tim. He tends to brag. He’s even occasionally been known to swagger and bluster. It’s not pretty people.

Especially not from last place.

Signed,
Some Loser in WA

Project 366 – Day 53

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Blogging for Hire

One of the burning questions (in some circles) is whether to accept compensation for blogging. Some say it is reasonable to be paid for writing, and (especially if you are open about it) claim that it does no harm. Others feel that being remunerated for blogging (especially posts which recommend or review products) can create a conflict of interest and may compromise the integrity of a blog.

For many, this is a moot issue: nobody will pay them for blogging, so it doesn’t really matter which side they choose. Until recently, I fell squarely into this category … but no longer. In Kathy’s quest for sleep, her desperation has reached new levels, and she is now offering payment in poker chips, which I can redeem for additional computer-game playing time.

Here’s the pay scale:

  • a basic, no frills blog = a 1/2 hour chip
  • a good post = a 1 hour chip
  • a really top-notch, world-class entry = a 2 hour chip

“But I don’t really have anything to say,” I demurred.

“Look, do you want the chip or not?” Kathy challenged.

Truth be told, I’ve burned through nearly the whole week’s poker chip allotment, and there are two more days before my supply is renewed … I need the chip. It is in this way that even the loftiest ethical standards can be eroded. The problem is, there really are two things I’d like to write about, and I don’t have anything particularly witty to say about either. I guess I’ll just pick one, knowing I’m doomed to a half-hour chip.


The Best Piano Recital, Ever

Today we hosted a piano recital at our home, with Rachel, Daniel and David performing to a small audience entirely comprised of family members. As was confirmed by several of the spectactors, “It was the best recital, ever.” I’m sure it had very little to do with the fact that it was also one of the very shortest recitals, ever.

Recital Programme
Kathy whipped out a programme, to add a touch of class.

Rachel has been taking piano lessons from Mrs. Nancy, as arranged by my Mom. In many ways, the whole thing has been very painless for us — my parents pay for the lessons, and they even arranged for a piano to be delivered to our home (since we left ours in the Duckabush). Rachel has made good progress, and we’re very proud of her, although she speaks in considerable self-deprecation and sometimes dreads her lessons (especially when she hasn’t practiced).

Doting Grandad
Having Mamie and Grandad here to witness the recital was a great treat.

Recently, there has been a new development: David became interested in the piano. Rachel would call David to sit by her when it was time for her to practice, and he started to pick out simple songs on the piano. The next thing we knew, he had somehow wheedled lessons out of Mrs. Nancy (and Grandma) and was playing from his own little songbooks.

A study in concentration
David takes his role of piano student very seriously.

Not to be left out, Daniel began to attempt songs from David’s book, apparently belonging to the self-taught school of piano mastery. And so we had three performers in today’s recital. Each of the three made selections from among their favorites, and (after a short introduction), played away happily, basking in the adulation of all four of their grandparents.

Not to be outdone ...
Daniel couldn’t let his little brother surpass him in musical achievement …

Cream Puff Connoisseurs
A Cream Puff improves any recital, in my opinion.

My Mom brought her famous chocolate-drizzled cream puffs, which contributed substantially to the success of the event. She also brought each of the budding musicians a gift, which brightened their day considerably. Indeed, each of the kids wanted to play their selections a second time, once they got over their initial nervousness.

Canned Raccoon
Rachel received the coveted ‘canned raccoon’, a prize she has sought for several years.

We clapped and took pictures and munched happily on cream puffs, swapping stories of recitals we had attended. My sister Posie figured prominently in some of these tales, to the great interest and amusement of the children. I managed to play the one song I know on the piano, although Mom put a bag over my head in the middle of the piece, which (I felt) somewhat lessened the dignity of the moment.

Post Recital Euphoria
Rachel was quite glad to be done with the whole ‘ordeal’.

Feel free to comment on how the subtleties of wit and phraseology of this post combine to make it worthy of a full hour chip.

Tim
Project 366, Day 38

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Happy Birthday, David!

I have a terrible memory. Oh, I can remember inane and unimportant things like the names of movie stars and their hit films or short stories I read in high school, but real memories, you know, events that actually happened to me, elude me.

I hold only little pieces of my childhood in my memory. Even then, many of the recollections come from pictures stored in photo albums and slide shows. I don’t know that I remember the actual occurrence or just the picture of the activity.

Tim tells the children elaborate tales of his youth; times he went camping with his family, places he explored as a child and teenager, insightful lessons he learned along the way. The children, eager for more glimpses into the ancient past, look over at me, ready to hear my childhood anecdotes.

I look back at them blankly.

I never knew I had a poor memory. It was something I discovered as an adult, about the time my kids asked me to tell them a story from my past.

I had a wonderful childhood and a rich, full life. I just can’t remember it.

Today is my youngest son’s birthday. David is seven years old. By now I’m an experienced mom, I know what happens: these precious little ones grow up! They change, mature, and blossom into young adults.

birthday boy

My sister-in-law, Elizabeth, blessed our family with this Birthday Hat.

I guess our days are too full of living to hold all of the precious moments of our days in my finite brain. I keep trying to get an upgrade on memory storage and brain power but the shipping costs are out of this world.

I don’t want to forget the sweetness of today. I don’t want to forget what my children are like at this point in their lives. Joshua is fourteen. I barely remember what he was like as a brand new 7 year old.

birthday breakfast

Butterscotch pancakes for the birthday breakfast. Yum!

And you all tease me for taking so many pictures. I need them to bolster my pathetic memory. I wonder if we will have perfect retention in heaven. Will we be able to look back and clearly remember all that we did during our life time? Can I request the Good Parts Only version? Maybe the glories of heaven will so outshine anything that occurred during our brief time here on this earth, that we won’t need to waste time on old memories.

Happy Birthday David!!

You are my beloved youngest son. You have an incredibly bright smile and sweet spirit. I treasure your ready hugs and cheerful personality. Several times a day you enthusiastically run over to me for a hug me or kiss on the cheek. You let me hold and snuggle you. You do a wonderful job of making me feel loved and appreciated. You love presents and are thankful for everything from little treats to a homemade meal.

let's blow them out!

On Friday you were upset because you didn’t have your “speedy” tennis shoes. You were gloomy and worried about running and playing in shoes that were too loose. You LOVE to zoom about at top speed. You have a wonderful daddy who drove out of his way to bring you your special shoes.

You are quickly becoming an excellent reader. Some days you fuss about all the school you have to do, and other times you rush through your work, laughing at how simple it is. You play easily with all of your siblings. You and Sarah are buddies and she adores you. You and Daniel can often be found playing computer games together or sitting on the floor with Legos, marbles or Playmobil. You and Joshua are great friends. Neither age or size difference seems to matter in your relationship and you were very dismayed that he was going to be out of town on your birthday. You and Rachel enjoy all manner of creative games. At the pool this week you played a game involving a slave and his master.

I try not to ask too many questions.

let's light those candles!

Rachel lit the candles for our second round of Happy Birthday To You!.

I’m afraid my memory is poor. You are going to grow up and ask me what type of a little boy you were. You’ll want to know what books you read, where you sat in the car, what types of games you played, and how much you were loved.

we love David

Forgive me for forgetting so many of the little details. With all my heart, I want you to know that you were a cherished six year old and will most certainly be a treasured seven year old. I’ll do my best to photograph, journal and blog your life so our memories of these sweet times will be carefully preserved and venerated.

Mommy
Project 365 – Day 47

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Grandparents are Great!

I’m afraid we’re much too busy having fun with Mamie and Grandad to find much time for blogging. I will, of course, share a few pictures.

We opened presents, read books and played games today. The girls even got in some shopping (and coffee).

grandad and danielmamie reads

It wouldn’t be a proper visit with Mamie and Grandad if we didn’t get in a little swimming so after a dinner out, we all headed to the hotel.

joshua, david and racheldaniel

We are trying to savor every moment together. A Happy Valentine’s Day indeed!!

Kathy
Project 366 – Day 45

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