These are a few pictures of our latest adventures...
Paw was gone on a fire detail to north Alabama a couple of weeks ago, and one day he got to fly in the helicopter back to Andalusia. So we went out to the airport to watch Paw land {we missed that b/c we were running late...imagine that!} but John Luke got to play with all the buttons and gears.



This month was mother and daddy's birthday, but since it's been such a hectic time, we didn't get to do any celebrating. We finally had cake and icecream for them Sunday afternoon and it was GOOD! John Luke was lovin' it ofcourse!



As I read my devotions for the day, I was also reading in yet another book called "A Woman's High Calling" by Elizabeth George. This anonymous poem was in one of the chapters and I thought it to be so true. I am sooooo very guilty of getting caught-up in the daily routines, that I too often forget that my child is growing up faster than I can imagine right before my eyes and my time to teach and mold him is QUICKLY passing me by!!! This poem says it perfectly:
A Piece of Plastic Clay
I took a piece of plastic clay
And idly fashioned it one day,
And as my fingers pressed it still,
It moved and yielded to my will.
I came again when days were passed;
The bit of clay was hard at last,
The form I gave it still it bore,
But I could change that form no more.
I took a piece of living clay
And touched it gently day by day,
And molded with my power and art
A young child's soft and yielding heart.
I came again when years were gone;
It was a mind I looked upon;
That early impress still he wore,
And I could change that form no more.Hope y'all have a wonderful, relaxing, rainy day!!!