Mom's Letters: God Bless America

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

God Bless America

Perhaps only adorable to their parents and grandparents, I wanted to share this anyway! I found it appropriate for this week's inauguration.

6 comments:

Rachel Anne Robbins Kuch said...: Oh my gosh, this is great. I love how each of them are perfectly positioned under their pictures on the wall. Ash is pro and Luke has got some vibrato!; January 21, 2009 at 8:39 PM
Jana said...: I LOVE this! Your kids are the sweetest. :-) No engagement part-ay photos yet? Miss you!; January 21, 2009 at 10:43 PM
Everyday Moments said...: That is priceless!; January 23, 2009 at 7:13 AM
natalie said...: amazing-ashley is quite the little singer! and i LOVED how jake chimed in at the end :) they are adorable!; January 23, 2009 at 5:51 PM
shauna said...: I love it. I knew Luke could sing his heart out but I didn't know until now what a great singer Ashley was -- tell them they are amazing and I'm looking forward to a big program in April in the condo. Keep practicing all of your great patriotic songs. Love, Nanna; January 23, 2009 at 9:54 PM
bethiepoos said...: that was fab! and I am not even american!; January 24, 2009 at 10:09 PM

Mom's Favorite Quotes

I don't want to drive up to the pearly gates in a shiny sports car, wearing beautifully tailored clothes, my hair expertly coiffed, and with long, perfectly manicured fingernails. I want to drive up in a station wagon that has mud on the wheels from taking kids to scout camp. I want to be there with a smudge of peanut butter on my shirt from making sandwiches for a sick neighbors children. I want to be there with a little dirt under my fingernails from helping to weed someone's garden. I want to be there with children's sticky kisses on my cheeks and the tears of a friend on my shoulder. I want the Lord to know I was really here and that I really lived." — Marjorie Pay Hinckley

"The biggest mistake I made [as a parent] is the one that most of us make....I did not live in the moment enough. This is particularly clear now that the moment is gone, captured only in photographs. There is one picture of [my three children] sitting in the grass on a quilt in the shadow of the swing set on a summer day, ages six, four, and one. And I wish I could remember what we ate, and what we talked about, and how they sounded, and how they looked when they slept that night. I wish I had not been in such a hurry to get on to the next thing: dinner, bath, book, bed. I wish I had treasured the doing a little more and the getting it done a little less."

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Wednesday, January 21, 2009

God Bless America

6 comments: