The reason i love my life. Everyday my papa would work. To try to make ends meet. To see that we would eat. To keep those shoes upon feet. Every night my papa would take me. Tuck me in my bed. Kiss me on my head. After all my prayers were said. Of sadness and of tears. But Papa he was tough. And Mama she stood beside him along. Growing up with them was easy. Time just flew on by. The year began to fly. The aged but so did i.

Een druppel op een gloeiende plaat. Verhalen hoe wij proberen een lichtje in hun leven te zijn. Met als doel, liefde, wamte en aandacht brengen bij verlaten kinderen.

Sunday, November 9, 2008. Today we had to man the registration table. The kids hung out in the room most of the morning. Sidnie and Harrison did a little homeschooling Hawaiian style. While Renea finished as the registration table, I took the kids to the beach. The surf was up a little today, but the kids had a blast. Morgan was standing in the surf and picked up a decent size sea shell. She held it up until a bunch of legs popped out. It was a crab! We ended the evening watching a little TV as the waves.

Active UP, going down. Backup UP, going down. Active DOWN, going up. Backup DOWN, going up. Active or backup SOFT STOPPED for maintenance.