Tuesday, November 29, 2011

cut down our own tree


let's...
let's run away if we dare.
make angels from snow.
let our noses grow cold.
see our breath in the air.

let's...
go cut down our own tree.
and call all our family.
and tell them that we're just fine.
put up some lights.
stay up all night.
it's Christmas time.

Sounds Like Snow, Be Still


had these lyrics running through my head the entire live long "tree hunt" day.
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Monday, November 21, 2011

documenting

a bit of falling snow and the appearance of faux fur.


winter...we are ready for you.
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Tuesday, November 8, 2011

documenting

a sweet baby boy and his mama.



a reminder to me that life is good.
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Monday, November 7, 2011

documenting


He went on a 10 mile bike ride with the scouts this weekend. I had to snap some pictures as he rode off. He looked so grown up to me. I think he thought I was being a little wierd for documenting the moment. I have officially turned into my mom.
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Tuesday, November 1, 2011


The Harvester

How many times have we seen you.
There in your garden's rows.
Moving the earth with your fingers.
Planting seeds as you go.

Every sprout, flowering bud, climbing vine.
Each one was known by you.
For you were aware their potential.
Tiny seed to magnificent fruit.

And we who shared in your harvest,
Could not help but feel of your love.
Both for life which springs from the earth,
And the life which comes from above.

For you loved us with every peach,
You pulled from your orchard trees.
And we felt of your love in the melons,
You picked on hands and knees.

And now you'll sow seeds somewhere else.
All that love you take with you.
And we know you'll recognize the Master.
For He's a harvester too.

In loving memory of our grandpa ozaki. A man who lived life to its absolute fullest and who loved his family with all his heart. We will miss you dearly grandpa.
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