Monday, April 5, 2010
Anna Grace's Easter
A few photos from AG's Easter weekend--singing, hunting eggs, and swinging with Grandmaw Sharon.
Saturday, February 13, 2010
Daddy-Daughter Time
Daddy-daughter time is always a little scary, but most of the time we do pretty well together. Today we played with our new tennis racket.
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Super Bowl Images
Still processing the Super Bowl win, but without question my favorite images of the night were of Drew Brees and his son. I don't know that it is possible that anyone else enjoys being a dad as much as I do, but looks like he's pretty close.
Who Dat!
Who Dat!
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Emma's Birthday Party
We celebrated niece "Princess" Emma's fourth birthday on Saturday.
Photo 1 is of Emma's aunt Deedre' and cousin Anna Grace.
Photo 2 is Emma sliding head first.
Photo 3 is Emma's brother Daniel.
Photo 4 is the castle cake created by Emma's mom, Jennifer.
Thursday, January 28, 2010
The Saints are in the Super Bowl
The New Orleans Saints are in the Super Bowl.
One day, years from now, I’ll attempt explain the significance of this to my daughter, Anna Grace, who has still yet to celebrate her first birthday. While today I’m not certain I can wrap my arms around this fact, maybe years from now time will grant me the perspective necessary to adequately answer the questions that I am sure are forthcoming.
Soon enough Anna Grace will ask why tears come to my eyes when I hear certain songs about New Orleans. I’ll tell her it is because there was a time when a storm named Katrina rolled through and changed everything about not only where she lives in Hattiesburg, but where her daddy lived when he was her age. The tears, I’ll mention, are because those days were terribly sad. I’ll also mention, though, that sometimes I cry because I’m terribly proud of the people of Hattiesburg for how we reacted during those same days. I’ll add that I always, always, cry tears of joy when I see Saints’ defensive back Steve Gleason blocking a Falcons’ punt in 2006—no matter how many times I refresh the video on YouTube.
Soon after she will ask on a trip to New Orleans, perhaps on our way to her first Saints’ game, to see where her daddy grew up. I’ll drive her past the concrete slab where my childhood home once stood, the site of the church we attended, and what once was a park where I used to play—all victims of Katrina. I’ll explain to her that all was not for the worst though—Katrina is part of the reason her grandpa lives close to us in Hattiesburg. And I’ll cite the Saints as an example; before Katrina they had won one playoff game in 38 years. Today is not only different, but in some ways better.
Soon after she’ll question why we travel so much on the holidays. I’ll explain to her that sometimes families live far enough apart that they do not get to see each other as much as they would like. But I’ll also describe to her the two occasions during the first 10 months of her life when all of her grandparents were together, as were many aunts and uncles and cousins—the first was the day she was born and the second was the day the Saints beat the Cardinals in the playoffs. I’ll explain to her it is difficult for 15-20 people in any room to agree on anything, but there are two things for sure—we all deeply, deeply love her and we are all passionate about our Saints.
Finally, one day I’ll explain to Anna Grace that many times it is only upon reflection that we can fully comprehend the present. The New Orleans Saints are in the Super Bowl; today I am bursting with excitement not only because it has never happened before, but because it may never happen again. Tomorrow promises us nothing; if we failed to realize this prior to August 2005, we know it to be true today. The most we can do is ready ourselves as best as possible; pray that when we are faced with challenges we are prepared to respond; and when the questions come, we have, at the very least, adequate answers.
One day, years from now, I’ll attempt explain the significance of this to my daughter, Anna Grace, who has still yet to celebrate her first birthday. While today I’m not certain I can wrap my arms around this fact, maybe years from now time will grant me the perspective necessary to adequately answer the questions that I am sure are forthcoming.
Soon enough Anna Grace will ask why tears come to my eyes when I hear certain songs about New Orleans. I’ll tell her it is because there was a time when a storm named Katrina rolled through and changed everything about not only where she lives in Hattiesburg, but where her daddy lived when he was her age. The tears, I’ll mention, are because those days were terribly sad. I’ll also mention, though, that sometimes I cry because I’m terribly proud of the people of Hattiesburg for how we reacted during those same days. I’ll add that I always, always, cry tears of joy when I see Saints’ defensive back Steve Gleason blocking a Falcons’ punt in 2006—no matter how many times I refresh the video on YouTube.
Soon after she will ask on a trip to New Orleans, perhaps on our way to her first Saints’ game, to see where her daddy grew up. I’ll drive her past the concrete slab where my childhood home once stood, the site of the church we attended, and what once was a park where I used to play—all victims of Katrina. I’ll explain to her that all was not for the worst though—Katrina is part of the reason her grandpa lives close to us in Hattiesburg. And I’ll cite the Saints as an example; before Katrina they had won one playoff game in 38 years. Today is not only different, but in some ways better.
Soon after she’ll question why we travel so much on the holidays. I’ll explain to her that sometimes families live far enough apart that they do not get to see each other as much as they would like. But I’ll also describe to her the two occasions during the first 10 months of her life when all of her grandparents were together, as were many aunts and uncles and cousins—the first was the day she was born and the second was the day the Saints beat the Cardinals in the playoffs. I’ll explain to her it is difficult for 15-20 people in any room to agree on anything, but there are two things for sure—we all deeply, deeply love her and we are all passionate about our Saints.
Finally, one day I’ll explain to Anna Grace that many times it is only upon reflection that we can fully comprehend the present. The New Orleans Saints are in the Super Bowl; today I am bursting with excitement not only because it has never happened before, but because it may never happen again. Tomorrow promises us nothing; if we failed to realize this prior to August 2005, we know it to be true today. The most we can do is ready ourselves as best as possible; pray that when we are faced with challenges we are prepared to respond; and when the questions come, we have, at the very least, adequate answers.
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