Great Falls

Great Falls

We discovered a beautiful park just a few miles from our home. We went yesterday for a lovely hike and picnic lunch. The weather was perfect and the kids had a wonderful time (they also slept beautifully - bonus!).

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diplofam said…

One of our favorite parks to visit with the kids when we lived in DC-have some great pictures and memories too! It's fun to visit in all of the seasons and after a big rain.
Carin (Margaret's Hope Chest)

April 6, 2009 at 5:53 PM

Anonymous said…

Beatiful children. God has blessed your day with them. On another note. I wish it were warm and sunny here. Eileen from Michigan

April 6, 2009 at 9:28 PM

Anonymous said…

Your children are beautiful. I just finished a book that you all might want to check out. It was written by Sara Williams, a professor from Regent Seminary. It's entitled: Shaming of the Strong.

April 8, 2009 at 3:04 PM

Luanne said…

Just wanted to leave a message. I found out about your story from the Taylor alumni magazine--my son is currently attending. I have spent some time on your blog reading your story. Your children are beautiful. My heart breaks for your family. Please know that I will be praying for you.

April 8, 2009 at 5:50 PM

Welcome to Holland

By Emily Perl Kingsley

I am often asked to describe the experience of raising a child with a disability - to try to help people who have not shared that unique experience to understand it, to imagine how it would feel. It's like this......When you're going to have a baby, it's like planning a fabulous vacation trip - to Italy. You buy a bunch of guide books and make your wonderful plans. The Coliseum. The Michelangelo David. The gondolas in Venice. You may learn some handy phrases in Italian. It's all very exciting.After months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. You pack your bags and off you go. Several hours later, the plane lands. The stewardess comes in and says, "Welcome to Holland.""Holland?!?" you say. "What do you mean Holland?? I signed up for Italy! I'm supposed to be in Italy. All my life I've dreamed of going to Italy."But there's been a change in the flight plan. They've landed in Holland and there you must stay.The important thing is that they haven't taken you to a horrible, disgusting, filthy place, full of pestilence, famine and disease. It's just a different place.So you must go out and buy new guide books. And you must learn a whole new language. And you will meet a whole new group of people you would never have met.It's just a different place. It's slower-paced than Italy, less flashy than Italy. But after you've been there for a while and you catch your breath, you look around.... and you begin to notice that Holland has windmills....and Holland has tulips. Holland even has Rembrandts.But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy... and they're all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. And for the rest of your life, you will say "Yes, that's where I was supposed to go. That's what I had planned."And the pain of that will never, ever, ever, ever go away... because the loss of that dream is a very very significant loss.But... if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn't get to Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things ... about Holland.