Wednesday, August 31, 2005
Tuesday, August 30, 2005
My Son
An Angel came into my life one day,
And touched my heart, so tenderly.
He drew near by, then right up close,
Looking at me warmly most lovingly.
He had no radiant wings and no halo,
But shone a brilliant aurora, of light,
His gracious charm and sparkling eyes,
Simply glowed with smiles of delight.
He entered my life, with love and care,
An Angelic meeting once in a lifetime,
'Twas a day that time alone could tell
A day only the future itself would define
Such meetings as this are indeed rare
As I smiled reaching out to his hand,
His face shone a sweet aurora glow
He touched my heart you understand
This Angels, known by only one name.
With family loving thought, I declare,
That this Angels name, yes its Son
My Angel at my side, he's always there.
~anon
And touched my heart, so tenderly.
He drew near by, then right up close,
Looking at me warmly most lovingly.
He had no radiant wings and no halo,
But shone a brilliant aurora, of light,
His gracious charm and sparkling eyes,
Simply glowed with smiles of delight.
He entered my life, with love and care,
An Angelic meeting once in a lifetime,
'Twas a day that time alone could tell
A day only the future itself would define
Such meetings as this are indeed rare
As I smiled reaching out to his hand,
His face shone a sweet aurora glow
He touched my heart you understand
This Angels, known by only one name.
With family loving thought, I declare,
That this Angels name, yes its Son
My Angel at my side, he's always there.
~anon
Monday, August 29, 2005
Father, son, spirit
The father conceives his son
the son grows with his father
the spirit allows the heritage
Father, son, spirit. The father says sweet things to his son
the son is a rosebud to his father
the spirit remembers the instant of conception
Spirit, father, son. The father works, gladly
the son at school, learns much
the spirit, lovingly, joins them
Son, father, spirit The son makes his father, a good father
the union of father and son,
is the work of the spirit of love
Spirit, son, father.
Teresa Gonzalez-Lee
the son grows with his father
the spirit allows the heritage
Father, son, spirit. The father says sweet things to his son
the son is a rosebud to his father
the spirit remembers the instant of conception
Spirit, father, son. The father works, gladly
the son at school, learns much
the spirit, lovingly, joins them
Son, father, spirit The son makes his father, a good father
the union of father and son,
is the work of the spirit of love
Spirit, son, father.
Teresa Gonzalez-Lee
Friday, August 26, 2005
Thursday, August 25, 2005
Why God made little boys

God made little boys it seems,
to answer every parents dreams.
For expectations are begun
when He sends down a little son.
A son to teach the golden rule,
to watch as he goes off to school.
To marvel at his happy face,
every time he wins a race.
Playing tricks and funny pranks,
learning to say "please" and "thanks."
Yes, God brings parents endless pleasure,
when He sends a little boy to treasure.
...Author Unknown
Wednesday, August 24, 2005
Monday, August 22, 2005
Friday, August 19, 2005
Mijito
Looks like I won't get to see you this weekend, pero sabes que siempre estas conmigo en mi corazon. I love you Mandito!...
Tu Papi.
Tu Papi.
Thursday, August 18, 2005
Tuesday, August 16, 2005
Friday, August 12, 2005
Thursday, August 11, 2005
Wednesday, August 10, 2005
Tuesday, August 09, 2005
Monday, August 08, 2005
Friday, August 05, 2005
Going Camping today
Voy a pensar en ti mijito cuando estoy abajo de las estrellas.
Y voy a cantar " Moco,pee pee, popo---Moco,pee pee, popo--" y "Mandies y Papi...en spidamen"
I love you son.
Tu papa.
Y voy a cantar " Moco,pee pee, popo---Moco,pee pee, popo--" y "Mandies y Papi...en spidamen"
I love you son.
Tu papa.





























