And a poem...
What are heavy?
Sea, Sand, and Sorrow;
What are brief?
Today and tomorrow;
What are frail?
Spring blossoms and youth;
What are deep?
The ocean and truth.
* Poem by Christina Rosetti
"Mommom" (that's me) and "Dandad" (Dan, of course) and all the aunts and uncle are enjoying every minute we can with Grandbaby, Gavin! He was here with his Momma (beautiful Nicole) in Colorado for about a month right around Easter and then I got to go back and visit with the two of them a little more in California last week, while helping with the drive back home.
Taken before Paul deployed. |
Praying Paul's deployment is cut short, so he can come home and enjoy his little family as soon as possible!
* William does not really like being called "Uncle Bill" -- but has conceded that it will be easier for Gavin to learn how to say "Uncle Bill" than "Uncle William." So it has been permitted. Still -- make no mistake about it -- only Gavin is allowed to call him by the shortened version of his moniker. The rest of the world must call the youngest Davis --William, and nothing but William. Not Bill. Not Billy. Not Will. Not Willy. William.
Uncle Bill has spoken.
(Heehee! Just kidding, Yuyum!)
hahaha. I think William is a much better name than Bill or Billy anyway.
ReplyDeleteChristopher wants to know how old he is? I am guessing they are around the same age. Christopher is 7.
That's just too darn cute..Oh, btw, met a wonderful man and his wife this weekend from your neck of the woods..Cannot remember his name, older gentleman, and boy..I'd love to go put down a pint with this man! He's a hoot! Don and I really want to get over to your neck of the woods soon..We shall see!
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