Handprints

Are you one of those people who is constantly thinking of the future?

I am.

But there is one thing in particular I always think of: my children. That may strike you as odd, but I've been doing it my whole life. When everyone was studying or thinking about boys, (and don't doubt that I don't think about them because I do), I was picking out names. I want four kids, three boys and a girl. I wont tell you their names since its a little creepy to be picking out names this early in the game.

But anyways, yesterday all I could think about was what color eyes my daughters going to have. What will her first words be? Will she have al her fingers and toes? Will she have a birth defect? Will she even like me?

I always imagined myself as the softball mom, the one taking my children to every possible event. I think about reading my little girl bed time stories, how I know for a fact that by the time she is five we will have read almost all of the Chronicles of Narnia, and by the time she's ten will be familiar with the greatest works ever written. She will be so literate!

But those are my plans, I don't know if those are concrete or not. Its all in God's plan, but that doesn't mean I can't hope for the best!!

Fav quote of the day: 

"Childhood is not from birth to a certain age 

and at a certain age the child is grown, 

and puts away childish things. 

Childhood is the kingdom where nobody dies."
Edna St. vincent Millay

Arlington

Today, I visited the tomb of the unknown soldier. The funny thing about it is this, though, theres more than one. All my life I've thought there was one, but at the cemetary there are four at the cite of the tomb, one in a stone casket and three others before him. And they arn't the only unknowns from the war they represent. The unknown soldier from WW2 is one of four. The one that we see was chosen. Why distiguished him from the others? Why did he get picked?
These things I was considering while watching the changing of the gaurd.

Also today, we went to the memorial for the victims of the 9-11 attacks, specifically the Pentagon. Everyone it seemed who had visited had left something: flowers, pennys for luck, a war pin, and even rocks. At first I was like, rocks? Really? But then I thought about how I wanted to leave something but I had nothing to give. Am I so different from the people who left those rocks? They too felt obligated to leave something, and had nothing, but they had to give something. So they picked up a rock and left it. The only thing I had with me was a yellow hairband. So, like so many others before me, I left it for the people that perished in the 9-1 attacks. Its not so much for myself that I lefdt it, but rather for the people themselves. Its not really what you leave, but why you leave it. And I believe the reason why we leave things behind for memorials and such is so that others can see that we remember them, and also, in some small way, they see what we do for them too.

Fav quote of the day: "I regret that I have but one life to give for my country." Nathan Hale

Inspiration

My inspiration for this expedition comes from a very good friend of mine, Taylor Weintz. She started a blog to honor God. I started one for my thoughts. Way to go me. I know that I should honor God in everything since I am a Christian, so I will have to rely on you people to keep me accountable.

I will be on a little bit later, but right now my mother is about to get onto me for being on the computer.

Fav quote of the day:
"Stephanie, your baby is showing" - Mother