The Lake

I write to you with tired eyes after a long weekend of exhausting relaxation. It was full of fun with family and old friends, but even the weekends filled with doing nothing at all can just plain wear you out! But please don’t feel sorry for me…this was my view on Saturday.

We were all about the lake(s) this weekend.  We headed to LBJ on Saturday and enjoyed a beautiful Saturday with family. Despite my face, I really enjoyed my boat ride!

This afternoon we headed back up to the Canyon Lake area to see one of Rob’s old Baylor friends, and boy were we in for a TREAT!  Welcome to Jellystone!

Where else on earth can you wave to Yogi Bear and jump on a blob at the same time?

Typical male…

Water balloon sling-shots anyone?

Seriously, this place was more fun than we would have ever imagined! We swam our little hearts out.

I hope your weekend was full of fun.  Here’s to a wonderful week ahead.

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Saturday

How was your Saturday?

Oh my sweet love, you melt me.  Today mommy heard you laugh and giggle and scream (just because) and I loved every minute of it.  You are the love of this mommy life.

On the night you were born…

“On the night you were born, the moon smiled with such wonder that the stars peeked in to see you and the night wind whispered, ‘Life will never be the same.’

Because there had never been anyone like you…ever in the world.

So enchanted with you were the wind and the rain that they whispered the sound of your wonderful name.

Until everyone heard it and everyone knew of the one and only ever you.

Not once had there been such eyes, such a nose, and such silly, wiggly, wonderful toes.

When your big sister heard, she danced until dawn.

So whenever you doubt just how special you are and you wonder who loves you, how much and how far, listen for the geese honking high in the sky. They’re singing a song to remember you by.

If the moon stays up until morning one day, or a ladybug lands and decides to stay, or a little bird sits at your window awhile, it’s because they’re all hoping to see you smile.

For never before in story or rhyme, not even once upon a time, has the world ever known a you my friend, and it never will, not ever again…

Heaven blew every trumpet and played every horn on the wonderful, marvelous night you were born.”

On the Night You Were Born

By: Nancy Tillman