Her Eyes

Her Eyes

Beautiful girl.

Her eyes speak volumes in this picture.

She has so much to say and she always finds ways to express herself.

Comments

Mike and Sarah said…

She is beautiful!

July 5, 2013 at 6:38 PM

Jennie Bee said…

Shannon--

I am thinking about and praying for your beautiful family all of the time. I am sad that I don't get to see Waverly and Oliver anymore but I know that the Lord is watching out for you guys. Miss Wavey's beautiful eyes!

All my love and prayers,

Jennie B

July 6, 2013 at 1:43 AM

Joanne Huff said…

I was thinking the same thing about Waverly when I saw this photo of her. Thinking of you, Shannon. xxx, Joanne

July 6, 2013 at 8:03 AM

Kathryn said…

This is such a cute picture, and you're right, you can tell she's trying to say something! Happy fourth of July you guys, your'e in my prayers.

July 7, 2013 at 4:11 PM

PK said…

What a great picture of Waverly! I think of Waverly whenever I drive through the town of Waverly, Iowa (or see my pictures of our trip through there).

July 11, 2013 at 11:07 PM

karen said…

I love this one! She's got the look of a sassy teenager. :)

July 23, 2013 at 3:48 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.