Does anyone remember the Canning-Miller Christmas card that year (or the one before or after)? It was of young Matt at the end of the dock, taken from behind as he stared off into some wonderful place of his own imagining. It made one (at least, this one) feel once again that all things were possible.
Does any one remember our sister Patti’s comment on the printed generic message — “Season’s Greetings” (or equivalent)? She said something like (but perhaps not in so gentle a tone), “I think it should have said, “Peace on Earth.”
Be still my heart. What a precious image. Whenever I glance at pics of my own kids much younger than they are now, I wish I could just magically have 30 seconds to transport back in time and inhale their younger selves. Remembering them then becomes more and more vague as they embrace their older selves with much more vigor than I am able to muster. Seeing this picture of your guy brings up all the warm and fuzzies.
Does anyone remember the Canning-Miller Christmas card that year (or the one before or after)? It was of young Matt at the end of the dock, taken from behind as he stared off into some wonderful place of his own imagining. It made one (at least, this one) feel once again that all things were possible.
Does any one remember our sister Patti’s comment on the printed generic message — “Season’s Greetings” (or equivalent)? She said something like (but perhaps not in so gentle a tone), “I think it should have said, “Peace on Earth.”
Comment by Historian — August 31, 2003 @ 9:43 am
Be still my heart. What a precious image. Whenever I glance at pics of my own kids much younger than they are now, I wish I could just magically have 30 seconds to transport back in time and inhale their younger selves. Remembering them then becomes more and more vague as they embrace their older selves with much more vigor than I am able to muster. Seeing this picture of your guy brings up all the warm and fuzzies.
Comment by chris — August 31, 2003 @ 12:17 pm