Tuesday, September 30, 2014
Sunday, September 28, 2014
Friday, September 26, 2014
Happy 14th Birthday Zachary!
Zachary...Ryan tried calling you this morning before he went to school
to wish his big brother a "Happy Birthday!" Honey you don't ever
have to remind Nanny & Papa when it is your birthday...or how old
you are....we have it engraved in our hearts....We love you!
Hope you have a great day....We will see you on Sunday
at your Moms!
♫•*¨*•.¸¸♥ ¸¸.•*¨*♪♫•*¨*•.¸¸♥ ¸¸.•*¨*•♫♪ ♪♫•*¨*•.¸¸♥¸¸.•*¨*•♫♪♪ ♥ ¸¸.•*¨*•♫♪ Happy Birthday to you ♪♫•*¨*•.¸¸♥ ¸¸.•*¨*•♫♪ Happy Birthday to you ♪♫•*¨*•.¸¸♥¸¸.•*¨*•♫♪ Happy Birthday Zachary ♪♫•*¨*•.¸¸♥ ¸¸.•*¨*•♫♪ Happy Birthday to you! ♪♫•*¨*•.¸¸♥ ¸¸.•*¨*•♫♪ Have a great day! ♫•*¨*•.¸¸♥ ¸¸.•*¨*♪♫•*¨*•.¸¸♥ ¸¸.•*¨*•♫♪ ♥ ¸¸.•*¨*•♫♪
Thursday, September 18, 2014
Beautiful Poem & Our Deepest Sympathy.....
We Are Often Let Down
By The Most Trusted
Person & Loved By The
Most Unexpected Ones …
Some Make Us Cry For
Things That We Haven’t
Done, While Some Other
Ignore All Our Faults Just
To See Our Smile …
Some Leave Us When We
Need Them The Most & Some
Stick Around To Us Even When
We Ask Them To Leave …
World Is A Mixture Of Such
People … We Just Need To
Know, Which Hand To Shake
& Which Hand To Hold … !!!
After All It Is Life …
By The Most Trusted
Person & Loved By The
Most Unexpected Ones …
Some Make Us Cry For
Things That We Haven’t
Done, While Some Other
Ignore All Our Faults Just
To See Our Smile …
Some Leave Us When We
Need Them The Most & Some
Stick Around To Us Even When
We Ask Them To Leave …
World Is A Mixture Of Such
People … We Just Need To
Know, Which Hand To Shake
& Which Hand To Hold … !!!
After All It Is Life …
~ shreya bhatt ~
To Sonya.....who lost her beloved husband due to illness....
You and your family are in our thoughts and prayers.
Thursday, September 4, 2014
School Started Today.....
Wednesday, September 3, 2014
Monday, September 1, 2014
"Happy Labor Day" to everyone!
"Labor's Songs"
From the mountain and the valley,
From the wayside and the glen,
From the street and from the alley,
Come the songs of working men.
Where the fire is brightly glowing,
By the furnace and the mold,
Where the lurid flame is flowing,
Labor's songs are sung and told.
Where the hammers ply the quiest,
And the anvil's notes resound,
Where the sparks are flying thickest,
There do labor's songs abound.
Where the husbandman is plowing,
Throwing up the yielding soil,
And the sower busy sowing
That which yields him bread for toil;
Where the sickle gleams so brightly,
As the reaper strides along;
Where the gleaners follow lightly,
There they chant the labor song.
Where the ponderous wheels are rushing,
In the mill so worn and old, —
Hark the songs of labor gushing
As are crushed the grains of gold.
Thus, from mountain and from valley,
From the wayside and the glen,
From busy street and crowded alley,
Come the songs of working men & women.
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