I remember while serving as an LDS missionary writing in my journal. I never considered it a habit, but I managed to jot down impressions and feelings around certain times of the year like holidays or birthdays. Today on the eve of an important day, I was determined to write again. Tomorrow we will visit the graveside of our daughter so that Chanel can spend some time with Isabella. We both have been missing our daughter greatly recently, and I always try to comfort Chanel the best that I can. Today, I decided to write Chanel a poem on a little homemade card (by homemade I mean something photo-shopped and printed in full color on card-stock). I hope she likes it better than some last-minute Wal-Mart card that so many people were buying today (it took us an hour just to stand in line for some tortillas!). I decided to make the card while editing a few projects on my laptop today. Tomorrow we are planning to visit my Grandmother and mother after we attend church, and therefore needed some photoshop done for gifts. I created a label to cover a box of chocolate-covered strawberries, and edited a picture of Isabella to put into a picture frame. My mother has collected a series of professional photos of her grandchildren over the years. This pictures feature every grandchild with white robes and angel wings, occasionally bearing a harp. It's a cute collection, but my mother never had to opportunity for Isabella to take such pictures. Chanel thought it would be a good gift to simply edit a picture we had and add angel's wings. Below, I posted both the poem for Chanel and the picture of Isabella. Happy Mothers Day to mothers and future mothers alike. What a blessed job.
Times
by Kyle Preston
Remember all those times we've had
since we first began?
Some were good and some were rough
and some a little blah.
Some times we would laugh
and some times we felt down.
Some times we would talk a lot
and some times drive around.
Some times we would play and
some times just relax.
Some times we could shop alot and
some times clean the house.
Some times we could shout aloud
(and maybe we still do.)
Some times you would work real hard
while I was off at school.
Some times we would daydream
and wish for brand new things.
Some times we plan ahead for
what the future brings.
But no matter where or when or how;
no matter how dull or sad
I'll always love the times now past
and all the times we'll have.
