The Duncan Family: many faces

Saturday, August 18, 2007

many faces

6 comments:

Anonymous said...: What a wonderfully happy baby.
She must have awesome parents.
Love,
Pappa Norm; Sunday, August 19, 2007
Laura @ live.laugh.photograph said...: Love the posts... they are all great.; Sunday, August 19, 2007
Koontz Family said...: You are a pro at photoshop! I will definitely need your help with Emma's birth announcements!; Sunday, August 19, 2007
Anonymous said...: i can just hear what vera is doing in these pictures plllllllllllll
love, grandma carol; Sunday, August 19, 2007
Jess said...: This is so cool! Yes Stephanie is right....plus I don't know where you find the time to play around so on the computer. I am lucky if I have enough time to brush my hair!! Kidding!!; Tuesday, August 21, 2007
Laura @ live.laugh.photograph said...: Nadia- You used photoshop? I see you are learing more!!; Tuesday, August 21, 2007

Military Wife

I never wore the uniform, no medals on my chest.
The band, it doesn't play for me, I am not among “the Best.”
I do not march in cadence; I do not rate salute,
I stand among the silent ranks, our devotion absolute.
If you've not worn my shoes, you do not know my story.
I live a life of sacrifice, my reward a private glory.
I've wept many silent nights away,
and I've kept the home fires burning.
I've worried and I've waited, as world events were churning. I've moved more times than you could fathom,
left more people than you've known.
I've planted gardens 'round the world,
very few that I've seen grown.
I've grieved with new-made widows,
and had my share of scares -- when a ship or plane or man was down, and all I had were prayers.
I'm not asking for your sympathy, (although appreciation can be nice) I did it quite on purpose --I chose to sacrifice.
I'll tell you a secret now, one you'd never guess.
About the one glory that is mine,
it's just enough -- no more, no less.
When you and I stand together as our national anthem plays, I'll fill with reminiscences of how I spent those days.
I'll know the pain and joys again,
I'll know that freedom isn't free,
I'll know I've helped to pay the price –
and that the anthem plays for me.

Elizabeth Soutter Schwarzer
Marine Wife