Showing posts with label Anniversary. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Anniversary. Show all posts

Monday, July 22, 2019

Misgivings, n.



Happy 6th Anniversary to this Blog on July 27th!  :)

“misgivings, n.

Last night, I got up the courage to ask you if you regretted us.
"There are things I miss," you said. "But if I didn't have you, I'd miss more.” 

~ David Levithan, The Lover's Dictionary

Friday, July 27, 2018

After All



Happy 5th Anniversary to this Blog!  :)

“After all, tomorrow is another day!” 

~ Margaret Mitchell, Gone with the Wind

Thursday, July 27, 2017

Billy Boy


Happy 4th Anniversary to this Blog!  :)

Oh, where have you been, Billy boy, Billy boy,
Oh, where have you been, charming Billy?
I have been to seek a wife, she’s the joy of my young life,
She’s a young thing and cannot leave her mother.

Did she ask you to come in, Billy boy, Billy boy,
Did she ask you to come in, charming Billy?
She did ask me to come in, with a dimple in her chin,
She’s a young thing and cannot leave her mother.

Did she ask you to sit down, Billy boy, Billy boy,
Did she ask you to sit down, charming Billy?
She did ask me to sit down, with a curtsey to the ground,
She’s a young thing and cannot leave her mother.

How old is she, Billy boy, Billy boy,
How old is she, charming Billy?
She’s three times six, four times seven, twenty-eight and eleven,
She’s a young thing and cannot leave her mother.

How tall is she, Billy boy, Billy boy,
How tall is she, charming Billy?
She’s as tall as any pine and as straight’s a pumpkin vine,
She’s a young thing and cannot leave her mother.

Can she make a cherry pie, Billy boy, Billy boy,
Can she make a cherry pie, charming Billy?
She can make a cherry pie, quick’s a cat can wink her eye,
She’s a young thing and cannot leave her mother.

Does she often go to church, Billy boy, Billy boy,
Does she often go to church, charming Billy?
Yes, she often goes to church, with her bonnet white as birch,
She’s a young thing and cannot leave her mother.

Can she make a pudding well, Billy boy, Billy boy,
Can she make a pudding well, charming Billy?
She can make a pudding well, I can tell it by the smell,
She’s a young thing and cannot leave her mother.

Can she make a feather-bed, Billy boy, Billy boy,
Can she make a feather-bed, charming Billy?
She can make a feather-bed, place the pillows at the head,
She’s a young thing and cannot leave her mother.

Can she card and can she spin, Billy boy, Billy boy,
Can she card and can she spin, charming Billy?
She can card and she can spin, she can do most anything,
She’s a young thing and cannot leave her mother.

~ Anonymous

Wednesday, July 27, 2016

The Wonder of Christmas

Happy 3rd Anniversary to this Blog!  :)


In manger bed
on fragrant hay,
The precious
Baby Jesus lay;
Gentle Mary
proud vigil kept;
The Holy Infant
Smiling slept.

Soft lambs and sheep
beside Him stayed,
Warm shields from chilling,
cold winds made.
Wise Men and shepherds
traveled afar,
Guided by rays of
gold-gleaming star.

Heralding angels
chorused in flight
The gladness of
that glorious night.
Rich gifts of praise were
given to greet
The sacred Christ Child,
precious and sweet.

A brilliant, bright halo
encircled above
The cradled dear Baby,
God's gift of love.
The hopes for joy
and peace were born,
Our wondrous gift, that
first Christmas morn.

~ Elisabeth Weaver Winstead

Monday, July 27, 2015

Spring Is

Happy 2nd Anniversary to this Blog!  :)


Spring is morning birdsong,
Crocus and daffodils,
Blossoms blowing in the breeze
and pies on windowsills.

Spring's a gentle warming
After Winter's thaw;
It's Nature's resurrection
That leaves us all in awe.

Spring is Nature's promise
Of hope and rebirth,
A time when God's angels
Redecorate the earth.

Spring's a time for planting
Tomatoes and corn,
A time for thanksgiving
Just because you're born.

Spring is morning sunshine
And afternoon delights
When Mother Nature celebrates
Her God-given rites.

~ Clay Harrison 


Sunday, July 27, 2014

Home and Family

Happy 1st Anniversary to this Blog!  :)


It’s a time of lonely journeys,
When we walk through life, alone –
Over roads that lead to nowhere
And no path that leads to home –
For we cannot share in pleasures
That we see and hear each day;
They belong to happy households
We just pass along our way.

Every longing that we suffer
Adds a sadness to our lot,
For the joy, we see around us,
Are the cravings in our heart,
But they are not meant for travelers –
Who will walk through life, alone –
They are blessings of Lord Jesus
On the family and home.

~ Michael Dubina