Sunday morning smiles.....

This is the day that the Lord has made. I will rejoice and be glad in it.

These are cute and will bring a smile to your face.......

An exasperated mother, whose son was always getting into mischief, finally asked him, "How do you expect to get into Heaven?" The boy thought it over and said, "Well, I'll just run in and out and in and out and keep slamming the door until St. Peter says, 'For Heaven's sake, Jimmy, come in or stay out!'" Finding one of her students making faces at others on the playground, Ms. Smith stopped to gently reprove the child. Smiling sweetly, the Sunday School teacher said, "Bobby, when I was a child, I was told that if I made ugly faces, it would freeze and I would stay like that." Bobby looked up and replied, "Well, Ms. Smith, you can't say you weren't warned." A child came home from Sunday School and told his mother that he had learned a new song about a cross-eyed bear named Gladly. It took his mother a while before she realized that the hymn was really "Gladly The Cross I'd Bear." A little girl from Minneapolis came home from Sunday School with a frown on her face. "I'm not going back there anymore," she announced with finality. "I don't like the Bible they keep teaching us." "Why not?" asked her astonished mother. "Because," said the little girl, "the Bible is always talking about St. Paul, and it never once mentions Minneapolis." And my all time favorite A little boy opened the big and old family Bible with fascination, he looked at the old pages as he turned them. Then something fell out of the Bible and he picked it up and looked at it closely. It was an old leaf from a tree that has been pressed in between pages. "Momma, look what I found," the boy called out. "What have you got there, dear?" his mother asked. With astonishment in the young boy's voice he answered: "It's Adam's suit!!!"

The mother of the groom....

A wedding is a happy time. A blessing of the union of two hearts joined together. Many hours are poured into the big event. Arrangements are made, flowers are chosen, gowns are fitted. The beaming bride-to-be has spent months preparing for this day. The mother-of-the-bride glows as she sees her little girl walk down the aisle on her daddy's arm. It is a glorious, beautiful, momentous occasion. But my heart goes out to the mother-of-groom. I have been there. I watched that little baby boy I raised for so many years as he stood glowing, waiting for his bride to arrive to stand by his side. I remembered all the tears I shed as he grew up, all the joy he brought to my life. I was now handing him over to another woman who would love him as much as I do and would share an important part of his life. I would no longer be the one he runs to first with good news. I would no longer be the one he turned to for support or comfort in trying times. My little boy was now shouldering his own responsibilities. He was taking on a helpmate for his future. She will be the #1 most important person in his world. And that it is how it should be. But in the joy of the moment, I still felt the pain of letting go. He was my baby and I wasn't so sure I was ready to share him. But as I watched them exchange vows and saw the love they shared, I realized that I didn't have to let go. I wasn't losing a son, but gaining a wonderful daughter-in-law who would love him and care for him. So for the mother-of-the-groom on this beautiful wedding day, enjoy these moments. Treasure them and keep them in your heart. For he will always be your baby boy.

Memorial Day Weekend

Memorial Day is a loving time to honor those who have passed on before. Living so far from my birthplace, I do not have the luxury of visiting Daddy's grave on Decoration Day. I want to dedicate my blog today to my loving Daddy who I miss dearly. Daddy was not big on flowers. We had some flowers that grew on the hill behind the well house and every spring, as soon as they arrived, Daddy would mow them down so they wouldn't take over the hill. Every year when I think about decorating at the cemetery and feel low because I cannot go, I start thinking about how Daddy wouldn't even care if there were flowers on his grave or not. However, he was a skilled craftsman and loved to piddle in his workshop, making various wooden home decorations for mom. Cardinals, signs, furniture, tulips. So instead of offering flowers in Daddy's memory today, I found a pot of wooden decorations. Had Daddy seen this, he definitely would have made some like them. My posting of the Memorial Day "Flower" Pot is my way of honoring my Daddy on Decoration Day.

In loving memory of Luther Harden Garretson 1923-1999 from Brenda, Rachel, Mom, Andy and Jack.

This is the cemetery where Daddy is laid to rest in the Veterans section.

Though he is gone, he is not forgotten.

Though he has passed, his love still remains.

Our memories keep us from now ever after.

Until one sweet day, we'll see you again.

I love you, Daddy.