Precious in Purple

Precious in Purple

Here are some photos we took of Waverly & Oliver tonight in their purple attire.

Comments

Anonymous said…

Wonderful pictures. What beautiful children you have. They look like they are having so much fun.
Eileen from Michigan

May 15, 2009 at 11:10 PM

Martha Compton said…

I found your blog by connecting via a series of blog links that started at my sister's blog (deanjulieandboys.blogspot.com) and eventually landed at yours. It's amazing how small our world is because I see that you are linked to Izzy Jurado's blog. I know Izzy and her mother is actually my daughter's OT.
Anyway, your children are beautiful and I wish you all the best.

May 16, 2009 at 10:44 AM

Anonymous said…

these pics made me smile :-) waverly and oliver definitley have to be in the running for the cutest kids in the world! thinking about you and praying for your here at TU

May 16, 2009 at 12:17 PM

Mrs. Waldher said…

I love Waverly's Hanna Andersson dress!! They are the best!!

May 16, 2009 at 8:37 PM

Jenkins said…

Those are so wonderful pictures! They were certainly enjoying whatever was going on!
I did wear purple (living in the house with all boys, my closet is the only one with purple in it).

May 16, 2009 at 9:50 PM

Valerie Nelson said…

BEAUTIFUL!! Lots of love, Valerie

May 17, 2009 at 5:16 AM

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.