The Duncan Family: yummy

Monday, July 07, 2008

yummy

8 comments:

The Aliaga Family said...: I'm so jealous...Maddie won't even touch corn on the cob! She's a really picky eater but I love that Vera is such a good eater!; Monday, July 07, 2008
Unknown said...: That's awesome that she likes her corn...healthy little eater!!!; Monday, July 07, 2008
beth ewing said...: miller loves corn too. i think it's just fun to eat.; Monday, July 07, 2008
Jason and Carrie said...: So cute! I love the mini cob! Love ya girl!; Tuesday, July 08, 2008
Anonymous said...: There is a picture of you around the same age eating an ear of corn. I believe you have pig tails too. Love, Grandma Carol; Tuesday, July 08, 2008
Unknown said...: cousin Will "the typewriter" would be proud; Tuesday, July 08, 2008
Monica~ James~ Connor said...: enjoy some for us Vera...it looks yummy! i agree with nash, I bet will would be proud as much as he loves corn!!; Tuesday, July 08, 2008
Berger Family said...: mmmm corn, you go Vera! Glad you like your charm. I was a little disappointed about the air bubbles in the sealant, but unfortunately they all can't be gotten rid of. Hope you guys are sniffle free soon too.; Wednesday, July 09, 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,
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