Time Experience Thoughts

This Boy (Like His Brothers) By Scott L. Vanatter, September 21, 2011, poem in honor of Cade’s birthday This boy, Like his brothers, can cover a lot of Ground! We can feel that in this boy, As in his brothers, real faith and true joy Abound. This boy that follows his leaders - His mother, his father, and others - thus also Becomes One. We plainly see the shine of this boy’s deep inner smile - And all his brothers’ - which lights our way back into the bright presence of The Son.

Cade is 11 months old. Look at him go! Love his face, love his excitement in walking (he was giggling half way through), and love him -- and his wonderful family. SO much. [When I rotated the video 90 degrees to turn it right-side up, I somehow lost the audio. I couldn't figure out how I lost it, or how to put it back in the video, but I could figure out how to put some music on top of the video. I wanted to overlay a version of "[Do] The Locomotion" but could only quickly figure out how to insert a song from the beginning. Hence, Footstompin' Music.]

After church meetings on the day Cade was blessed, Kyle took off his shoes and walked along the curb which rings the planter area outside in the front of the chapel. He walked back and forth singing "Chim Chiminey Row." (His own version of the song, with special voice inflection. His father and mother had recently attended a Halloween party dressed as Mary Poppins and Bert. Kyle heard them sing the songs from the movie and this is how he remembered the song.)

Cade's three older brothers, Ryan, Sean, and Kyle being silly. Ryan squishing his neck. Sean making a funny face/mouth. Kyle doing his grinning Winston Churchill. Sean acting surprised, Kyle sticking out his tongue, Ryan slouching. 

Again He sighs   And comforts our very soul. His eyes   Reveal our every goal. Then he testifies   And now we really know. Again. Scott L. Vanatter, 30 September 2010 (This poem, in honor of Cade, can be read in at least a couple ways. First, when we encounter him -- taking care of him when he is 4 weeks, or 4 months old, etc. Second is when he is forty or fifty years old – when he might be caring for us.)