Rachel – Ray of Sunshine
Happy Birthday 4th birthday Ray-Ray. I sure do love you!
Once upon a time in the deep dark woods where no sun could shine, there lived a tiny seedling covered with rich brown earth.
“Oh how I want to grow,” said the seedling to the root growing next to her.
“Then you need two things,” the root said. “Rain and sunshine.”
“How do I make the rain come and the sun shine?” the seedling asked.
“You can’t make them come,” the root answered. “You can only wait and never stop hoping.”
So the seedling waited and waited. But the earth remained dry and hard and all the tall trees in the woods blocked the sunlight. Every day the seedling hoped the rain would come and the light from the sun would penetrate the dark forest. Every day, for a long time, nothing happened.
Just when the seedling had almost given up hope, a low rumbling sound rolled through the forest and grew louder and closer. Soon thunder clouds crashed with explosive light and sound illuminating the forest. Then a sudden downpour of rain penetrated the dry earth reaching the tiny seedling. All the heavy rain bent the limbs of the trees low and after the rain storm passed, a huge ray of sunshine penetrated the forest reaching the damp earth where the seedling was patiently waiting.
The warmth of the earth around the seedling embraced her and the smell of the damp earth enfolded her. Then slowly, day by day, the seedling felt something stirring within her as if she might burst with joy. Then the hard outside layer of the seedling became soft and a tiny new stem grew up toward the sun from the heart of the seed. Soon the earth swelled and the seedling burst through her prison as a small leaf curling upward toward the ray of light.
In time the tiny seedling grew into a mighty tree, tall enough to catch all the rays of the sun from her lofty perch in the top of the forest canopy. But the seedling inside the mighty tree never forgot her beginning when it was the waiting time – the time when the seedling never stopped hoping.
And that my little Ray Ray is how your light will help others grow to become the full measure of their creation. Never quit shining and never quit warming the lives of all those you love. I will always be your grandma and I will always love you.
Happy birthday Tessa. I love you so.
You are a dream come true.
When the blue moon rises over the mountain
And all the wee people have gone to bed
It is time for the sprites to come alive
Where elves and fairies are led
To a place in the night where the cherubim roam
And the flying buttresses lie
Where all the children’s dreams are sent
To the place where they light by and by
Then all the blackness is swirled away
And the bright stars begin to shine
As all the world basks in slumber
Multitudes of bright jewels are thine
For children are the magic of the night
And their wishes are my command
And their hopes are the makings of castles
And their visions appear in the sand
For when the wee one’s eyes are closed
And the nippers nod in repose
The forests and mountains sway in twilight
And the mystics will never close
The guardians of the progenies stand tall
For active duty at your bed
And keep you safe in slumber
Until morning comes again as said
Then when the sun rises over the mountain
And all the wee people flee
You’ll know it is time to awaken
To the promise you are meant to be
Alice is Two
Happy two-year-old birthday Alice.
I love you SO much.
Thinking about you makes me smile.
If you feel a wiggle
And really have to giggle
It’s time to shimmy and to shine
To be a princess divine
If you feel a gust
Of energy that must
It’s time to leap from the chair
For anyone who dares
If you feel a bumble
Rumbling in your tumble
It time to grab the treats
And find a comfy seat
If you feel a smile
Filling your face in style
It’s time for a great big hug
With mommy beetle bug
If you feel a wink
Right before you blink
It’s time for a Daddy ride
Swinging side to side
If you feel a grump
From a Griffy lump
It’s time to scream and roar
And say you want no more
If you feel a snuggle
It’s time for a huggle
And a book to read
With Rylan in the lead
And when nighttime comes
And all the day is done
It’s time for a ride to bed
For this little sleepy head
|My daughter Aubrey and I at Monticello with grandchildren Alice and Griffin in the foreground.|
|Wig maker in Colonial Williamsburg.|
|My grandson Rylan in the stocks.|
|John Smith Statue.|
|Horse and buggy.|
|Wooden Wares at Shop.|
|Thomas Jefferson's bed.|