From Diane Setterfield's The Thirteenth Tale

People disappear when they die. Their voices, their laughter, the warmth of their breath. Their flesh. Eventually their bones. All living mempry of them ceases. This is both dreadful and natural. Yet for some there is an exception to this annihilation. For in the books they write they continut to exist. We can rediscover them. Their humour, their tone of voice, their moods. Through the written word they can anger you or make you happy. They can comfort you. They can perplex you. They can alter you. All this, even though they are dead. Like flies in amber, like corpses frozen in ice, that which according to the laws of nature should pass away is, by the miracle of ink on paper, preserved. It is a kind of magic.

--Diane Setterfield



Monday, February 9, 2009

What we've been up to

My mom was in town for almost an entire week. It was AWESOME! I only have a few pictures and they were from my phone... but everyone should be back up to visit when we bless Jaedyn so I'll get better pictures then.Here are a pare of the baby booties she brought up. The blanket was made by her friend's mom and sisters.
Three generations outside the Dallas Art Museum. We saw the King Tut exibhit which was spectacular.
Here is the prototype sling mom made. She's making a better looking one for me in Houston.
Cute baby face. Mom had me take a picture of her little lip pucker.
We all went up to Frisco to say 'hi' to Scott's chiropractor and staff. While he was working Mom and I took a long walk down a trail that ended at this park. She was carrying the baby so I got to ride the big horse.

4 comments:

Yamaha Drummer said...

How did you get up on to that horse? I didn't see a ladder in the picture!

M said...

cute pics!

Unknown said...

thanks... and I climbed up the horse!

Janika said...

And are those spit bubbles? So sweet.