Time Marches On…

Four years ago, his wife and I sat and sorted through tiny shells on the beach.

 

I saw a side of a man I had never seen before.

 

The tough stern retired police officer sat on a beach holding our littlest.

As I watched from afar, I noticed this man,

who has seen more horror than he will ever tell,

sing lullabies softly to a sleeping little girl.

I saw a soft side I never knew existed.

His wife, she knew.

It’s one of the reasons she fell for him.

 

Such sweetness.

 

The rest of the kids looked like this, four years ago:

 

This summer, God allowed us two glorious weeks of beautiful weather,

and a very special time of fellowship,

with ones we love so much and miss tremendously.

(There are way too many states between us.)

 

The kids have grown four years older and taller.

Thankfully, they put up with my craziness in wanting some fun shots.

 

They even relaxed and got a little crazy too!

 

Though we are four years older too…

 

We are both, happily, more than 20 lbs lighter.

Yay Us!!!

The littlest,

 

Is now much bigger.

 

She has mastered the art of jumping waves.

 

I am still searching for shells.

 

Though miles separate us, Jesus unites us, and He knits our hearts closer with each passing day.

 

It may seem strange to be posting summer photos in the beginning of fall,

but as the cold weather begins to creep in,

and the trees begin to turn to brilliant reds, yellows and oranges of fall,

I need to remember,

the warmth of summer

and

a true friendship built on a Rock solid foundation,

with Christ at the center.

Hiking Toward Home