tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22583491.post3052657435349939174..comments2024-01-29T01:32:16.780-07:00Comments on 704 Houser Street: Prairie Frogs Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22583491.post-75494632217175120892016-05-28T12:13:22.846-06:002016-05-28T12:13:22.846-06:00Another thought occurred to me after rereading you...Another thought occurred to me after rereading your post here. God gives us what we need, what He wants us to have, when He feels we are ready. <br /><br /> You might not have been ready for your two little neps in your youth. But now, you most certainly appear to appreciate what they are bringing to the table of your life.<br /><br />That is a lesson we all need to remember, that God chooses the season in which to enrich and bless us, we aren't wise enough to do so on our own. Remember Sarah, and how she got impatient?? Well we are dealing with the results of her impatience today, are we not?Susannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22583491.post-19648297428666263212016-05-28T00:47:58.692-06:002016-05-28T00:47:58.692-06:00Exactly. Kids don't really care about the whe...Exactly. Kids don't really care about the where's or the fancy frills and whistles. All they know is that DAD took them on an adventure for a day. <br /><br />THAT fact alone is what makes the rest of the day's events so memorable to them. Not the details themselves, by the fact that their dad spent a special day with THEM.<br /><br />One of my favorite memories with my dad from childhood was hanging out with him when he worked on the car. I couldn't have cared less about the car, it was being able to spend that time hanging with him. <br /><br /> Growing up with all of his brothers, he had no idea what to do with a daughter. Those were unheard of in his family. So I learned to grab at anything, and eventually he figured that out too.Susannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22583491.post-39333900436561691682016-05-27T15:49:56.580-06:002016-05-27T15:49:56.580-06:00Load up the truck and go. It doesn't matter t...Load up the truck and go. It doesn't matter that much where you go, pick a river and pack a lunch. Maybe splurge on DQ afterwards.Res Ipsahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16433725505878267643noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22583491.post-19322798890687837622016-05-27T10:04:46.177-06:002016-05-27T10:04:46.177-06:00Great outlook. And thanks for the story of taking...Great outlook. And thanks for the story of taking your kids fishing. I usually wonder where the time goes and find it difficult to set aside time for special activities like that. Any tips?blacknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22583491.post-78315087164776515002016-05-27T09:43:54.706-06:002016-05-27T09:43:54.706-06:00Yes. And they pass all too quickly.
But then come...Yes. And they pass all too quickly.<br /><br />But then come the grandkids.WaterBoynoreply@blogger.com