Easter 2017

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So sad I'm hiding my tear-stained face

Only two babies to run in this race

No Morgan, no Lexi, they’re gone off to school

Just Caden and Blake, but they’re pretty cool

So off with you then, no time to wait

Head out the door, and pass through the gate

You’re looking for something out in the yard

Keep your eyes in the trees, it shouldn’t be hard

That wasn’t so bad, could have been worse

You might have just found a baby girl purse

The next clue might be kind of tough

Look for the ball you might hit from the rough

 

Not to bad fellas, your doing just fine

Pray hard, you’ll be needing assistance divine

Hope you don’t get altitude sick

Sifting through decor of the dude named Nick

 

There once was a pup named Jack

He got some fat rolls on his back

Does tricks for a treat

Don’t dare touch his feet

Lets boot him and we’ll never lack!

So look where he might lay all day

Little fat fat is what you would say

Hair all over the place

Too chubby to race

I guess we’ll just let him stay

Then the little stinker named Gracie

So cute and frilly and lacey

Kinda empty her head

As she lays in her bed

She drives Jack a little bit crazy

When we come home she wiggles her butt

She’s mostly a tender heart mutt

She runs up and down

Like she’s wearing a crown

To the neighbor she shows off her strut

Now Caden should call himself flip

His parkour is really a trip

With his back, side, and cork

He puts in the work

We’re just praying he won’t fall or trip

It used to be Arrow his love

But now is there a ninja above?

He keeps himself lean

On his trampoline

Get jumping but mind you don’t shove

The Blakester is still Nathan Drake

Dreams of cruising the forests and lake

Just sneaking along

Shooting's his song

Fallen bad guys filling his wake

Now he’s grooving on that Wolverine

A movie he shouldn’t have seen

Sings the song of Hurt

Good as a concert

On the biggest screen

Sweet Lexi is tying the knot

The best girl in Texas he got

Her name will be Jones

But down in her bones

The Daniels just won’t be forgot

She’s fixin to be her a nurse

In her studies she’s tried to immerse

Rocking strait A’s

Squeezing her days

So someday she might fill her purse

Morgan’s our full time scholar

But sometimes she just wants to holler

Its so hard to choose

Which subject to lose

When you just want to study them aller

But now she’s narrowed it down

She could edit or manage a town

Decisions are tough

Is one path enough?

Choosing might still make her frown

But we trust she will make the right choice

As she follows the still and small voice

She has every talent

A spirit so gallant

Find her image and you will rejoice

And what about Lammy Jo Fur

So pretty, and spunky, demure

The Mom of our home

To crossfit she’ll roam

Spreading her light that’s so pure

Dreams of a french country abode

At the end of Graystone Lane road

A private retreat

A pathway to beat

And a creekbed where water has flowed

Thank you for playing this quest

Time to remember what’s best

At this time of year

Him who’s so dear

More important than all the rest

He took upon Himself all of our fault

Through staggering pain the assault

His love so complete

Accepting this feat

To his brothers and sisters exalt

We had our annual Easter limerick treasure hunt Saturday and then the boys went paintballing with Rick.  They had a great time even though Blake got tore up by fire ants on one of his arms.  Those bites take forever to clear up.  Sunday we were treated to a beautiful sacrament with words about our Savior and music.  Rick had to go into work that afternoon so the boys and I had a simple dinner of brisket, potatoes, and mushrooms.  

Last night we got a call from a member in our ward, their 17 year old granddaughter was killed in an auto accident.  She was the youngest of four girls.  I just cannot imagine but it sure made me grateful for this Easter season and the reminder that death is not the end.  Because of our Savior, we can be filled with hope at these darkest of times.