It was a cemetery, but it was beautiful!
Miranda 13
Sarah 11
Brent 11
Bryce 9
It's the odd year...
A place to reflect and record the moments of our family life. To map the journey we are on as individuals and as a community. To mark the places along the journey which made us smile, cry, gasp, or ponder with wonder.

Ok, I had my hearing test. It was intensive. At one point, I wanted to hold my breath so the noise of my breathing wouldn't interfer with the tiny little sounds they wanted me to hear.
Results: I have a little hearing loss (about 5 decibles) in those upper regions...about women's voice level.
Now that I've been there, everything seems too loud to me. Go figure!








The story of Bryce from this weekend reminded me of a series of photos of him from October 2007 when Patti opened up her quilt that everyone had helped on of Mt Hood and the Hood River Valley. Everyone had written a dedication/memory/or birthday greeting for the back of the quilt and Grandma had written a story about the time she had fainted in the kitchen and Patti was sleeping in the basement, heard the crash, leaped out of the bed, ran up the flight of stairs, and landed flat out on the kitchen floor (fainted). They woke up laying on the kitchen floor staring eye to eye. Anyway, as Patti started reading the dedication from Grandma, she started crying. Note how Bryce comes in to comfort her and throughout the entire time, he kept two hands on her shoulder and arm to comfort her. (I have 4 total photos of him doing this, but won't clog the blog with all of them---here are the best ones.)