Come What May...: 17 Months Old

Monday, August 3, 2009

17 Months Old

Blue Steel!

Thanks Justin for the beautiful pictures. We will treasure them forever. Oh and to Lindsay...thanks for getting him to smile.

4 comments:

Cynthia said...: Cute! What a little sweetheart. Happy Birthday!; August 3, 2009 at 11:56 PM
likeschocolate said...: He looks like his dad! Time sure does fly.; August 4, 2009 at 4:37 AM
Kelly said...: They all look like Dad.; August 4, 2009 at 10:45 AM
Justin M. Bowen said...: I do what I can.

He really is adorable though, so it wasn't too hard!

Can;t wait for the twins, you should see what we'll do then!; August 4, 2009 at 12:26 PM

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