The Duncan Family: look a likes

Thursday, March 12, 2009

look a likes

remember this?

8 comments:

Becky said...: So cute! It's funny how much Vera looked like herself - even when she was a tiny baby!; Thursday, March 12, 2009
Jason and Carrie said...: Oh my gosh! I LOVE his hair like that! He's going to be a heart-breaker!; Thursday, March 12, 2009
Wally & Leah Hansen said...: Those are great pictures. I love the hair!; Thursday, March 12, 2009
Jess said...: so adorable!!; Thursday, March 12, 2009
Anonymous said...: So adorable...seems like only yesterday little Vera was born! Where does the time go?; Thursday, March 12, 2009
Anonymous said...: Clay & Charlie look like 2 peas in a pod. I love the hair. He is adorable. Love You & Miss You!!! Aunt Mindy; Friday, March 13, 2009
Koontz Family said...: Your family has some wonderful hairdos!!!; Friday, March 13, 2009
Ray, Jayme, Caeleb, Alaura & Hailey said...: I love these pictures, espcially the one of him and Vera... TOO CUTE!; Monday, March 16, 2009

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