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10月27日 all goodjonah is a legend. he's that good weight now when you can hold him for ages without the old elbow arthritis saying "ahem, put that chunk of cuteness down, please", but not too light that you accidently drop him mistaking him for a pillow or a kitten. the best bit about holding him is that he likes to look up at the holder with eyes the size of plutos moon and a smile the size of ours. even sweeter is when you are talking to a mate while holding him then decide to look at him and realise he may have had his galactic face on for a while. he's nothing short of sensational. he's not short at all in fact. taller than ben was at this age. remember ben is the one who pats giraffes on the head on the way to the office. i know that when i'm old (45ish) i'll have two young men who are not only handsome as, but who also tower over me in the same way i dominate them now. watching the way they interact is fascinating. ben adores jonah and jonah is trusting and ready to emulate his big brother. ben calls him 'little one' as in 'look there's two birds flying little one *points out the window to two birds flying*' or "*nose to nose* don't cry little one". the wonder than jenny and i indulge in every day is more than we imagined we'd ever be blessed with when we prepared for our wedding back in 1998. we could not have planned for much that has come our way during our (nigh on) ten years of married life. we've spent half our time in ras al khaimah. that'll be enough for us as we look forward to our next place to call home. we plan to leave rak next june and find a greener landscape to become a part of, literally?
Psalm 127:3 Sons are a heritage from the Lord, children a reward from him.
10月3日 i'm sorryloss is a ridiculous thing. partly because it literally comes out of the blue for most people. life is rolling along. the roof is down. jamiroquais deeper underground is blaring. you're fat arming it. the sun is shining. then. wham. the phone rings. the text comes. the nurse looks up, serious as. i'm so sorry but.
my small life is exceptionally smooth. my family brings me happiness that you either understand or you don't. i won't dare use a metaphor of marshemellow or cool water. they are lame. my boys are immeasurable in the way they are handsome and bright. jenny is like no other. a mother whose devotion to our family is like a flame. beautiful to watch. impossible to understand and attractive as heck. like your lives, ours seldom have straight, easy bits. we do, however, have a mountain of things to be deeply thankful for. let me today just be thankful for the health and life of us and you.
i take ben to the skateboard ramp every day or two. we try to leave before the azan. the call to prayer at sunset that is made from several of the who-knows-how-many mosques we have in ras al khaimah. we left the other day as 'allah akbar' was charmingly being called across khozam and the wider emirate. we were a minute late leaving but as ben looked up and saw the moon, he also announced "it's eid". it wasn't though. he was a day late. i know that for sure becasue we have formed a tradition with a group of friends of heading to the mountains to light a fire and a couple of barbies and celebrate the end of ramadan and the time of eid together which we had done just the night before. i still had sausage breath if there was any doubt. i simply love being outside. being surrounded by some of the best people in the world is a bonus.
at kidszone ben has been learning about arabic culture. this came to a exciting conclusion on sunday when they held an arabic party. pig in muck was ben. i've added a few photos of ben in local dress for your delight.
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