I wanted to find the perfect poem to go along with who my family is. The poem I came up with fits my family to a tee. I put the poem I found at the bottom of this post after all the pictures of my beautiful and lovable family.
This is my little silly writings about my family. (I'm not a writer but I'll give it a try)
Our house is loud and full of fun; we never stop playing until the day is done. My house is full of hugs and kisses, wrestling, running, tickles and giggles. What I love most about my house is that it is not just a house; it is my castle, my home. I always allow friends in to play and to roam, it might not be the cleanest but it is O.K. It is full of God's love, forgiveness, and cheer. It is full of His grace, and the things I hold dear. I can't write down in this post all the wonderful things that I love about my family. I will say these words for everyone to hear: I love my family and friends alike, I love being a mom, a grandma and a wife. I wouldn't trade my life for anything in this world. I thank you my Savior my Father my friend, without you in my life, it would truly come to an end.
(I feel like I should have added; to the top of the porch, to the top of the wall, now dash away dash away dash away all) Hee, Hee
Here are the pictures from Jenna and B.C.'s Birthday party.
Jenna eating her first Birthday cake
Nana, Jenna and baby
Bec and Jenna
Papa and Jenna
My little grandson "Jack". I love his little smile. It brightens my day. Jack spent the night with Nana and Papa last night. He is down stairs eating pancakes with Bo.
A.J. enjoyed crawling around on the floor playing with Jenna.
This is my daughter-in-law and my best friend Jess with her $5000.00 smile. Jess just got her braces off not long ago.
This is Jenna with big brother Josh. Josh loves his baby sister.
I think B.C. liked his gifts. Hee, Hee Bo what are you doing in the picture again.
Josh, Bo and Jenna. This is Jenna's new stroller from her Gram and Granddad.
This is what I love most about my family; All the smiles and love. These smiles are not just for the pictures but this is what my family is all about.
These are some nice smiles, o.k. even if one is mine. Bec, Lori and Michele.
By Edgar Guest
We play at our house and have all sorts of fun,
An’ there’s always a game when supper is done;
An’ at our house there’s marks on the walls an’ the stairs,
An’ some terrible scratches on some of the chairs;
An’ ma says that our house is surely a fright,
But pa and I say that our house is all right.
At our house we laugh an’ we sing an’ we shout,
An’ whirl all the chairs and the tables about,
An’ I rassle my pa an’ I get him down too,
An’ he’s all out of breath when the fightin’ is through;
Am’ ma says our house is surely a sight,
But pa an’ I say that our house is all right.
I’ve been to houses with pa where I had
To sit in a chair like a good little lad,
An’ there wasn’t a mark on the walls an’ the chairs,
An’ the stuff that we have couldn’t come up to theirs;
An’ pa said to ma that for all of their joy
He wouldn’t change places and give up his boy.
They never have races nor rassles nor fights.
Coz they have no children to play with at nights;
An’ their walls are all clean and their curtains hang straight,
An’ everthing’s shiny an’ right up to date;
But pa says with all of its racket an’ fuss,
He’d rather by far live at our house with us.