Thursday, January 30, 2014


Earlier this month my niece, Laura, had her second child, a boy this time.  We're all so excited that this sweet baby, Jacob, has been added to the ranks of our family.  Babies are such a miracle and this darling is no exception.  As we did with her first, we visited this sweet family in the hospital only hours after this little life came to be.  There something to be said about holding such a brand new being.  It certainly is a privilege to be there only hours after he took his first breath. 

The older I get I find myself becoming more aware of the circle of life but most acutely at a time like this.  This precious child truly has his whole life before him, immense, vast, with almost limitless possibilities.  But as we live it, that life moves so fast and at such frenetic pace that while we're in it we miss so much, ponder so little.  It's only as we grow older that we look back and wish we could have been more in the moment at the time we were making those memories.  I think that's one of the reasons we cherish our grandchildren so.

As grandparents we have the time, the patience, and the perspective so many of us lacked at the time we were making our way, pursuing a career, creating a home and raising our children.  All I know is that babies are a miracle and I'm so glad we've added yet another one to our family tree.

by Patty Lynn

Our family's getting bigger.
We're tickled pink, that's true,
But since a recent birth took place,
I'd say we're tickled blue.

He had a date, all pre-arranged,
Expected to arrive.
Though Jacob grew impatient,
His Mom took it in stride.

Now he was big, 8 pounds plus 12,
A stress on his poor mom,
But she is quite a gal and she
Remained composed and calm.

I've got to say, as there he lay
Within my arms I thought,
If only such a moment could
Repeatedly be caught...

Not by a camera's photograph,
But isolated time
That I could call up when I'd want
Experience this sublime...

This feeling of this miracle,
This tiny life entwined
With my old life, so much life lived
The two of us combined.

For babies are a jewel rare,
A treasure hard described.
Mere words inadequate they are
Not possible, I've tried.

Our family is blessed, indeed,
This angel, our addition.
This Jacob boy, we'll so enjoy
Forever my suspicion.

Soon he'll grow up before our eyes
Miraculous he'll be,
Not just a baby anymore.
This wonder we'll all see.

Before too long a toddler he.
Then off to school will go.
Time flies so fast, wish childhood lasts,
And growing up was slow.

Why can't the clock adjust its speed
So we could ponder all
The moments that fly quickly by,
Sweet memories to recall?

But it must be that life goes on,
The seasons of our lives,
Only a few remembered then
And we will be deprived...

Of recollections, detailed ones,
As memories can fade.
I'm thankful for ones I'll have.
This time I wouldn't trade.

So welcome, darling, to this world.
Your whole life lies before you.
We're tickled blue of ours you're part.
Sweet Jacob, we adore you.

Wednesday, January 29, 2014


I'm almost embarrassed to share my latest poem.  It's late alright.  I started this one a few days after Christmas and came back to it several times. The writing of it was, as they say, "like pulling teeth."  And that's a good analogy as every word seemed as though I was pulling it out with resistance, not easy like some I've written and I don't know why.  I often go through a slump in the cold winter weather but this one was/is particularly bad.

Our Christmas' are wonderful, truly home-spun, family oriented, festive and all around memorable.  Maybe that's because we all genuinely like each other no matter each core family or in-laws or just plain extended family.  This past Christmas was no exception.  It was held at the home of my son, his lovely wife and daughter, Bella.  This is a relatively new home for them, purchased this past summer and it is really a show place.  We all had a great time which I hope this poem represents, so please humor my late, latest poem.

by Patty Lynn

Our Christmas celebration is lovely every year
When everyone's together and smiling ear to ear.
Now some of us are oldsters, there's youngsters, in-betweens;
Some of us get all dressed up and some, they come in jeans.

Our family goes to church to hear the Christmas story told...
Of Mary, Joseph and the Babe, a tale that's never old.
We sing the hymns we've sung for years, the carols tried and true.
Our family grows each year, it seems, we barely fit the pew.

And then we all collect our things, go home to get our presents,
Then gather at the hosting house, which one, it makes no difference,
For there the grownups grab a wine, exchange a hug or two.
The children on the other hand, see they've got work to do.

They spy the gifts now piled high and have no use for food.
So anxious they must clear the way, "unwrap...oh, yes we should!"
We've tried to end the chaos there, approach the gifts relaxed,
But curbing wild excitement, that challenge has us taxed!

The children feel like they'll just burst, how can we say, "please wait!"
Don't ask them if they'd like some pie or cookies on a plate.
Stand back and watch as paper, bows and nametags all take flight.
The smiles and squeals, the oos and ahhs, make this a special night.

And grown-ups, too, enjoy the gifts selected for each other.
'Tis better to have given, dear, than get," would say my mother.
Our family chooses from the heart gifts thoughtful, lovely too.
Your gifts for me are chosen well, and likewise mine for you.

Ol' Christmas Eve is over now, the extra food divided.
We've returned home, so hence this poem, safe journey God provided.
Another year of Christmas cheer with love and laughs and song.
Although we'll do it come next year, a year seems awfully long.

Monday, January 6, 2014


My husband and I began having a devotion each night about five years ago and it's been wonderful to have this special time together.  A recent one suggested that you speak these words each morning before starting your day: "This is the day the Lord has made. I will rejoice and be glad in it."  At first it seemed a little strange to say them like that, out loud I mean, but after a couple of days it's became easier. 

It's still not a habit so I forget occasionally but when I do remember, it's amazing how it makes me feel. It throws the words out in the universe, out to God, and it becomes a promise of sorts.  Because I know I am one who often worries and has been known to anticipate the worst instead of the best, this is a good exercise.  It forces me to be positive and really, aren't we better off when we live life to the fullest, give love (we get so much in return,) show that love in all our dealings with one another?  What's gained from closing ourselves off, uttering an ugly word to someone, complaining about our woes and just being unpleasant? 

It's a new year, a clean slate.  What better time to make changes in ourselves for the better.  Perhaps this little exercise will spur you on to make 2014 your best year yet. Each day is one that the Lord has made.  What better thanks can we give Him but to rejoice and be glad?  Try it.  Just see what happens.