Posts tagged ‘teenagers’

The day…after the day of the watch and roll…..

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It was a very long day.
A long day indeed.
A day to remember.
A day in which the Patriots
rolled into first place
&
WON THEIR VERY FIRST BOWLING TOURNAMENT
EVER!!!!
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Stevenson Patriots in Lincolnshire, IL

December 7, 2014 at 4:58 pm 10 comments

words4jp from your mom

you may be

a young man

on the cusp of being an adult,

but

in my heart,

you will

  always

be

the baby

i held in my arms

in the beginning

not much has really changed…he still cooks

Jordy sleeping on his books

somethings never change…he still surrounds himself with bunches of magazines, newspapers, books…lots of stuff…

June 26, 2014 at 2:12 pm 12 comments

skype’ing my pnut

ξ

looking from afar

a glimpse of who i was – once

i am mesmerized

ξ

ξ

ξ

CharlesLindberg

2008 – ‘homemade’ costume for history project
Charles Lindberg

February 19, 2014 at 1:50 pm Leave a comment

here and gone

¤

there

was

chatter and laughter

giggles and tickles

hugging and bugging

eating and teasing

dancing and prancing

tug tugs and tum tums

lots and lots and lots of kisses

and

now

there

is

nothing.

¤

i miss them already

so very very much

¤

(and so does Sydnee Pee)

¤

December 27, 2013 at 3:42 pm 8 comments

way down the lane…

staring down the lane…

standing poised behind the line…

deep concentration…

a mighty orb in his hand…

perchance a strike awaits him?

bowling

first match of the season…

November 14, 2013

November 15, 2013 at 3:37 pm 5 comments

my not-so-little guy

once

so small –

years gone by –

my little guy

has gotten so tall.

he is still just as cute

with a twinkle in his eye

and a giggle that warms my heart.

he was once my little baby boy

NOW a sixteen year old bundle of joy!

Happy Birthday ‘Little Guy’!!

A_long_time_ago

A very, very, very long time ago….
about one years old

Peeton

post soccer season pizza party
October 2008

corn

summer of 2013
Peyton and his ‘corn’

Terms of endearment: 

Jordan calls his brother Little Guy.

Peyton calls his brother Guy.

I call them both Pnut and a whole host of other names of which I cannot reveal or I risk being disowned.

October 25, 2013 at 1:21 pm 17 comments

what and where

out of his shadow

rolls an infinite highway

question is – where to?

the post script:

ah… what to do with one’s life…engineering is beginning to look pretty interesting…..but what kind………???????

October 17, 2013 at 3:24 pm 15 comments

not far but away

new road to follow

same moon and stars in the sky

away growing up

October 11, 2013 at 2:55 pm 10 comments

almost gone

in less than a month,

he is going away,

my baby is going away.

*

he will be off on his own,

away from his home,

the only home he’s ever known.

*

i am trying hard not to cry,

not to shed one tear

keep a smile on my face,

leave no trace of my fears…

*

no trace of my fears –

– in letting him go

– not hugging him tight

or looking in his eyes.

not having him near –

– sitting by my side

– hearing his laugh

or kissing him good night.

*

i know i must let go –

let him go his own way,

go out into this world

what else can I say …

but

i love miss him

and

will miss him

so,

so

very

much.

July 25, 2013 at 1:02 pm 25 comments

weeping

falling

falling

one

at

a

time

.

.

.

they

come,

they

go,

each

one

is

mine

.

.

.

some many,

some few,

but

all come

calling

because

of

you

.

they tickle

they sting

they twinkle

they burn

they evolve from places

all

with the longing to yearn –

break from their chains

and

ride free down

my

cheek

where

they

glimmer

in

the

light

of

your

smile

so

sweet

June 4, 2013 at 12:38 am 8 comments

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