Come What May...: Reminiscing...

Tuesday, July 28, 2009

Reminiscing...

An oldie, but a goodie...

I have been cleaning out my computer and organizing my photos. These are some cute pictures of Raef and Zach when they were 2 years old.

4 comments:

likeschocolate said...: Miss you guys! They were so cute still are.; July 29, 2009 at 3:46 AM
Our Happily Ever After said...: so cute!!! can you believe they were ever so little? they grow so fast, don't they?; July 29, 2009 at 10:25 AM
Cynthia said...: So cute! I smile whenever I find pics of my baby twins too. Sometimes I look at them and can't believe how big they are now. No one ever asks if they are twins anymore- my daughter is several inches taller than her brother.

They were such cute babies and now they're just kids! LOL!; July 30, 2009 at 12:03 AM
Nadja said...: they are so cute! I loved the trip to Hoover dam and to that widowmaker mine :)))))); July 31, 2009 at 8:30 AM

Psalm of Life

TELL me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream ! —
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.
Life is real ! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal ;
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.
Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end or way ;
But to act, that each to-morrow
Find us farther than to-day.
Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.
In the world's broad field of battle,
In the bivouac of Life,
Be not like dumb, driven cattle !
Be a hero in the strife !
Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant !
Let the dead Past bury its dead !
Act,— act in the living Present !
Heart within, and God o'erhead !
Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time ;
Footprints, that perhaps another,
Sailing o'er life's solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.
Let us, then, be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate ;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labor and to wait.
-Henry Wordsworth Longfellow