Friday, December 25, 2009

Who's in the doghouse?

Last night:

Ryan: Let's go squirrel hunting in the morning!"
Jeff: Yeah!!
Alisa: Hey! You've got to have Christmas with ME in the morning!
Jeff: Oh yeah. Dang. I forgot.

Friday, December 18, 2009

notes are blurring

Before the funeral:

Me- I absolutely will not cry before the ceremony. I have to play the piano and I need to see the music to do that. "Grandma, how did you sleep?"

Grandma - It.. I ... slept okay. It was off and on. But... but then I woke up this morning and... and... we've always played this game. Whoever wakes up first will reach over and touch the other one and say, "I touched you first today," and... I... reached over and touched his pillow before I realized that....well... he's not there anymore."

Me - Not cry? What kind of idiot comes up with a dumb plan like that?

Thursday, December 10, 2009

Joy in the morning

"The term is over: the holidays have begun. The dream is ended: this is the morning."
And as He spoke He no longer looked to them like a lion; but the things that began to happen after that were so great and beautiful that I cannot write them. And for us this is the end of all the stories, and we can most truly say that they all lived happily ever after. But for them it was only the beginning of the real story. All their life in this world and all their adventures in Narnia had only been the cover and the title page: now at last they were beginning Chapter One of the Great Story, which no one on earth has read: which goes on for ever: in which every chapter is better than the one before.
~ The Last Battle, C.S. Lewis

My joy for my grandpa is incredible.