Growing up it was just my sister and I. At the end of my junior year in high school I did find out that I had a half brother. And by that time I had decided that when I did get married I would have at least six children. When I began a serious relationship with LJN, I told him that I would like to have a large family. He wasn’t a bit uncomfortable with my maternal desire, being the fact that he is the youngest of seven, he clearly understood why I found delight in having more than one or two children… we ended up stopping at four! I quickly realized that raising a child is much harder than it looks on television or in the movies. Children are an enormous blessing from God and as parents we are to raise our children to go out and be on their own. In Proverbs 22:6 it says to Train up a child in the way he should go: and when he is old, he will not depart from it. And as parents many of us pray that we have done just that.
Children are a heritage from the Lord. Psalm 127:3
I have connected with my husband’s siblings and their children in such a way that it all but makes up for me growing up with “just my sister.” And talk about two opposite personalities my sister and I, one a tomboy and one a book nerd. I love my husband’s family and have a strong desire to keep us all connected and sharing our lives with one another.
After my Memorial Day posting I received an e-mail from my sister-in-law, she said, “thank you for capturing the moments of our lives”. That thank you lead to the creation of a website named PhotomomentsbyTrish, hopefully this site will provide another place where our family can come together to pray for one another, praise each other, reminisce and share our thoughts.
Our time of connecting and making promises to get in touch and keep in touch at family funerals must come to an end.
The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone.
Harriet Beecher Stowe (1811-1896) Writer
Children are a heritage from the Lord. Psalm 127:3
I have connected with my husband’s siblings and their children in such a way that it all but makes up for me growing up with “just my sister.” And talk about two opposite personalities my sister and I, one a tomboy and one a book nerd. I love my husband’s family and have a strong desire to keep us all connected and sharing our lives with one another.
After my Memorial Day posting I received an e-mail from my sister-in-law, she said, “thank you for capturing the moments of our lives”. That thank you lead to the creation of a website named PhotomomentsbyTrish, hopefully this site will provide another place where our family can come together to pray for one another, praise each other, reminisce and share our thoughts.
Our time of connecting and making promises to get in touch and keep in touch at family funerals must come to an end.
The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone.
Harriet Beecher Stowe (1811-1896) Writer
Trish
6/13/09
Written: While under the dryer at Cousin Sheila’s salon.
Photos by Trish & LJN
6/13/09
Written: While under the dryer at Cousin Sheila’s salon.
Photos by Trish & LJN
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