Bryce Preschool Program

It's a rite of passage. The end of year Preschool Singing Program.

It was his time to shine.

He played it cool because it would be anything BUT cool for a boy to come in all giddy to sing for a large group of people.

 

We sat in the front. I turned around to see a chapel full of parents with cell phones and cameras. I was one of them, so I didn't judge. I felt like a member of the Paparazzi trying to get a picture of an overweight movie star on the beach. His eyes begged me not to take the pictures...but I just had to do it. He tried not to smile.

His hands were secured snugly in his pockets. It was his passive way of telling us all that we could stop anticipating any hand movements from him.

It didn't take much. The music got the best of him and before he knew it, his body was moving and his lips were singing. 

One highlight of the concert was when he turned to the boy next to him to show him a cut he had on his finger. The boy turned at exactly the wrong moment and Byrce's finger went UP the boy's nose. 

The program was short and sweet. The sacrifice of public humiliation was all made worthwhile when he got hugs from Grandma.

We returned to the classroom for dessert. This is the same classroom that all three of our children attended Preschool in. It was fun to watch the alumni file in. We love this Preschool and the amazing teachers we have enjoyed over the years and will miss it dearly. 

CONGRATULATIONS BRYCE! WATCH OUT KINDERGARTEN! HERE HE COMES!!!

Donkey Hill vs. Mother Nature

Last night, as we were all hunkered down in our basement, Donkey Hill was battling Mother Nature. 

Tom waited for daylight to go survey the damage.

At first I was saddened to hear of the loss of these trees...but I soon realized that these are all the tree we likely would have to cut down when we build our house. I chuckled when I realized the limbs that were lost were the ones Tom and I recently talked about needing to trim.

There were a couple of trees that we lost that were a pain to mow around with the tractor. The roll bar would always catch limbs...pull them back...and I had to duck to avoid getting whacked in the head. 

So it looks like Mother Nature was trying to lend a hand and help us out with our To-Do list. She thought she would be funny and move our horse trailer and shift the roof of the well house as long as she was visiting Donkey Hill.

So thankful that all of our family, neighbors, and friends stayed safe in last night's storms. Our heart is broken for all of the people affected by the Moore, Oklahoma tornado last night  and the loss of so many sweet, innocent lives. We hope those affected will feel the concern and prayers of our Country and receive strength from the Lord as they try to heal and rebuild their lives.

There are no guarantees in life. We just have to rejoice in every day we are given and hold our loved ones tight.