The Wedding

We just got home from Maine..... where Tyler & Lindsay had their wedding. Lindsay gave new meaning to the phrase, beautiful bride. We enjoyed meeting all of her family and especially love having Lindsay as a part of our family.... she brings out the best in little miss kenziken, who just loves her mommy. Who ever dreamed that when Tyler moved alone to Maine with a bed and a TV he would return home with a family. You did good, son.

Kenzie was the perfect little flower girl and did a good job throwing out one petal at a time, even though she was "so nervous"

Ryan and Tyler. Ryan was his best man... and has been his best brother for all of his life. It was so nice to have all of our kids together.

Jana and Andrea.... beautiful sisters. As Mackenzie told Jana.... your eyes are all shiny, it makes you beautiful.

Ryan & Alissa..... just newlyweds themselves.

We all slept the day after on the way home. We will have Mackenzie for the week while Tyler and Lindsay honeymoon in the Florida Keyes.

Round Robin

This year our quilt group did a Round Robin. We had groups of five. Each person brought a quilt block that is the center..... then each month, each block would rotate to a different person who put a border around it. In five months we had then put a border on each block and we had a finished project. Most of them were wall hanging size, but some of them were a little bigger. For mine I printed out one of my favorite sayings and put just a black border around it. It was amazing how creative everyone was and I loved how mine turned out. I'm going to have Kim do some fancy quilting on it and then I'm going to frame it.

One Must Learn To Love
One must learn to love. -- This is what happens to us in music. First one has to learn to hear a figure and melody at all, to detect and distinguish it, to isolate it and delimit it as a separate life. Then it requires some exertion and good will to tolerate it in spite of its strangeness, to be patient with its appearance and expression, and kindhearted about its oddity. Finally there comes a moment when we are used to it, when we wait for it, when we sense that we should miss it if it were missing: and now it continues to compel and enchant us relentlessly until we have become its humble and enraptured lovers who desire nothing better from the world than it and only it.

But that is what happens to us not only in music. That is how we have learned to love all things that we now love. In the end we are always rewarded for our good will, our patience, fairmindedness, and gentleness with what is strange: gradually, it sheds its veil and turns out to be a new and indescribable beauty. That is its thanks for our hospitality. Even those who love themselves will have learned it in this way; for there is no other way. Love, too, has to be learned.
-– Friedrich Nietzsche