The Duncan Family: sunset

Thursday, February 12, 2009

sunset

Turns out Daddy is a good photographer too!

6 comments:

Jason and Carrie said...: Love the glasses Nadia! And what cute pictures of the two of you. Take care of the little guy... hope he feels better soon!; Thursday, February 12, 2009
Jessica said...: Cute! Love the glasses!; Thursday, February 12, 2009
Ryan, Kim and Caroline said...: When did you get glasses? They're cute! Great job, Clay!; Thursday, February 12, 2009
Koontz Family said...: Way to go Clay! He is more than just a funny guy! Great pictures. You look great with the glasses. Do you have to wear them all the time?; Thursday, February 12, 2009
Unknown said...: Beautiful pics...you look gorgeous, Nad! And of couse, Charlie is handsome as always!!!; Thursday, February 12, 2009
The Aliaga Family said...: Beautiful! Your glasses are too cute :); Friday, February 13, 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