The Duncan Family: 1 Month Old

Monday, June 30, 2008

1 Month Old

12 comments:

Laura @ live.laugh.photograph said...: i have to say that i think he looks like clay in this picture!; Monday, June 30, 2008
Rains Family said...: He looks just like daddy! Sorry Nadia!; Monday, June 30, 2008
Anonymous said...: He is his Daddy - right on Clay!!
What a beautiful big bouncing
baby boy - as they say in Alabama
He sure is a "healthy baby"

Luv you all,
G-Ma Dreyer; Monday, June 30, 2008
Brooke and David said...: He's a doll....gets cuter everyday!! Can't wait to see you guys again!; Monday, June 30, 2008
Monica~ James~ Connor said...: he really is precious....what a blessing.; Monday, June 30, 2008
Jason and Carrie said...: Happy 1 Month Charlie! You are a cutie pie! See you soon!; Monday, June 30, 2008
Epperson Family said...: I can not decide who he looks like, but he sure is cutie!!; Monday, June 30, 2008
Anonymous said...: I'm not sure who he looks like either. But he sure is a cutie pie. Can't wait to see him. Love Aunt Mindy; Monday, June 30, 2008
Unknown said...: He has changed so much...looking forward to meeting him next month!; Monday, June 30, 2008
Unknown said...: Finally...a picture where Charlie "Hustle" Duncan looks like he's got a little "Dreyer" in him! Lovin it!!!!; Monday, June 30, 2008
NesrstaFamily said...: So cute!; Monday, June 30, 2008
Berger Family said...: What a beautiful baby boy. Happy one month birthday!; Tuesday, July 01, 2008

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,
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If you've not worn my shoes, you do not know my story.
I live a life of sacrifice, my reward a private glory.
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left more people than you've known.
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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.
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About the one glory that is mine,
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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