Monday, October 31, 2011

You are exactly one of a kind.

You are exactly one of a kind.
There ain't no other I would find.
You are eternally on my mind.
We're so completely intertwined.
In a perfect world as this-
you can wake up every day
and make your way.
We dream of all the best stuff.
We can make it happen.
We were made for each other.
We sing all the favorite songs
we can make them up.
We were meant for each other.
For always.
For always.
For always.

I love my Kaish so much.
More than anything.
Find a person you love {so much} today,
and sing them this song.
I sang it to Gary and Kaishon last night about eleventy million times.
They don't like my singing.
They begged and pleaded for me to stop.
I told them to ignore the terrible sound I was emitting and listen to the words.
Because, honest and truly,
they are my Exactly One of a Kind favorites.


O'Doodles did it up big yesterday!
Happy Halloween
from Gangsters and Cowboys and Nurses.
From Lady Bugs

and ferocious lions!

From dogs named Sammy

and builders that are sick of pics!

From Draculaura the diva!

From the sweetest wooly lamb around!

From Woody and Princess Pinky

 From a squinty supergirl!

 From the most delicious Baby Penguin around.

Wishing you a day filled with all sorts of treats!
I have to cut this post short,
because I have to go and get Kaishon's halloween costume.
Yes. You read that right.
This Super Mom is headed out on HALLOWEEN to get her child a costume.
I am astounded by my mothering as well.
Some day, if you try very hard, you might reach this level of motherhood....
Don't hold your breath though ; )

Saturday, October 29, 2011

Pennridge Greenjackets {70 pounds}

This story makes me cry. 

Practice after practice, he eagerly gave everything he had. 

But being half the size of the other boys, he got absolutely nowhere.

At all the games, this hopeful athlete sat on the bench and hardly ever played. 

This teenager lived alone with his father, and the two of them had a very special relationship. Even though the son was always on the bench, his father was always in the stands cheering. 

He never missed a game.

This young man was still the smallest of the class when he entered high school.  

His father continued to encourage him but also made it very clear that he did not have to play football if he didn't want to. The young man loved football and decided to hang in there. 

He was determined to try his best at every practice, and perhaps he'd get to play when he became a senior.

All through high school he never missed a practice nor a game but remained a bench-warmer all four years. His faithful father was always in the stands, always with words of encouragement for him.

When the young man went to college, he decided to try out for the football team as a walk-on. Everyone was sure he could never make the cut, but he did. 

The coach admitted that he kept him on the roster because he always puts his heart and soul to every practice, and at the same time, provided the other members with the spirit and hustle they badly needed.

The news that he had survived the cut thrilled him so much that he rushed to the nearest phone and called his father. 

His father shared the son's excitement and bought season tickets for all the college games.

This persistent young athlete never missed practice during his four years at college, but he never got to play in a game. 

It was the end of his senior football season, and as he trotted onto the practice field shortly before the big playoff game, the coach met him with a telegram.

The young man read the telegram and he became deathly silent. Swallowing hard, he mumbled to the coach, "My father died this morning. Is it all right if I miss practice today"? 

The coach put his arm gently around his shoulder and said, "Take the rest of the week off, son. And don't even plan to come back to the game on Saturday."

Saturday arrived, and the game was not going well. In the third quarter, when the team was ten points behind, a silent young man quietly slipped into the empty locker room and put on his football gear.

As he ran onto the sidelines, the coach and his players were astounded to see their faithful team-mate back so soon. 

"Coach, please let me play. I've just got to play today," said the young man. The coach pretended not to hear him. 

There was no way he wanted his worst player in this close playoff game. But the young man persisted, and finally, feeling sorry for the kid, the coach gave in. "All right," he said. "22 You can go in."

Before long, the coach, the players and everyone in the stands could not believe their eyes. 

This little unknown, who had never played before was doing everything right. The opposing team could not stop him. He ran, passed, blocked, and tackled like a star. His team began to triumph. The score was soon tied.

In the closing seconds of the game, this kid intercepted a pass and ran all the way for the winning touchdown. 

The fans broke loose. His team-mates hoisted him onto their shoulders. Such cheering you never heard.

Finally, after the stands had emptied and the team had showered and left the locker room, the coach noticed that this young man was sitting quietly in the corner all alone. The coach came to him and said, "Kid, I can't believe it. You were fantastic! Tell me, what got into you? How did you do it?" 

The young man looked at the coach, with tears in his eyes, and said, "Well, you knew my dad died, but did you know that my dad was blind?"

The young man swallowed hard and forced a smile, "Dad came to all my games, but today was the first time he could see me play, and I wanted to show him I could do it."

Unknown Author

He conquers who endures.  ~Persius