The Duncan Family: view from the front yard

Monday, December 17, 2007

view from the front yard

Yes, it is freezing here and super windy but look at what they get to look at everyday!

5 comments:

Jason and Carrie said...: Yeah... that stinks to wake up to every morning!!! :)
I can tell its freezing there by your smiles!; Monday, December 17, 2007
Laura @ live.laugh.photograph said...: Love it! I would love to wake up to that!; Monday, December 17, 2007
Anonymous said...: Great Pics. What a way to live. It's freezing here too, but no sites like that. Love You! Aunt Mindy; Monday, December 17, 2007
Monica~ James~ Connor said...: What a gorgeous view!!! Beautiful pics! I can tell by all of your eyes watering that it is soooo cold. I can't get over how much your Dad & Nash look alike.; Monday, December 17, 2007
Jess said...: WOW that is just beautiful!; Saturday, December 22, 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