Joy Is My Goal: New Floors ! Wordless Wednesday

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

New Floors ! Wordless Wednesday

10 comments:

Shauna6pack said...: Absolutely beautiful!; 8:33 AM
Rach said...: They look fantastic!!; 9:13 AM
nikko said...: Beautiful! I had no idea that you were getting new floors. :o); 12:13 PM
Anonymous said...: That came out fantastic. It looks really great.; 12:51 PM
Unknown said...: i am so darned happy for you. that is yippee stuff. *huggies*; 5:23 PM
Love My Cottage Garden said...: I absolutely love love love them!! You are sooooo lucky. I bet it feels lovely on the feet. Have you slid across them on your socks like Tom Cruise. hehehe; 6:44 PM
Britni said...: Am I crazy or weren't you supposed to get these when we were there for Christmas??; 7:42 PM
The Tall and Short of it said...: I love your beautiful floor!!!!; 8:20 PM
K said...: I am so jealous. I want those floors so bad. They look amazing!!!!; 9:53 PM
Alison said...: Beautiful floor!; 3:36 PM

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Poem: “Welcome to Holland” by Emily Perl Kingsley

I am often asked to describe the experience of raising a child with a disability - to try to help people who have not shared that unique experience to understand it, to imagine how it would feel. It’s like this…
When you’re going to have a baby, it’s like planning a fabulous vacation trip - to Italy. You buy a bunch of guide books and make your wonderful plans. The coliseum. The Michelangelo David. The gondolas in Venice. You may learn some handy phrases in Italian. It’s all very exciting.
After months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. You pack your bags and off you go. Several hours later, the plane lands. The stewardess comes in and says, “Welcome To Holland”.
“Holland?!?” you say, “What do you mean “Holland”??? I signed up for Italy! I’m supposed to be in Italy. All my life I’ve dreamed of going to Italy”
But there’s been a change in the flight plan. They’ve landed in Holland and there you must stay.
The important thing is that they haven’t taken you to a horrible, disgusting, filthy place, full of pestilence, famine and disease. It’s just a different place.
So you must go and buy new guide books. And you must learn a whole new language. And you will meet a whole new group of people you would never have met.
It’s just a different place. It’s slower-paced than Italy, less flashy than Italy. But after you’ve been there for a while and you catch your breath, you look around…and you begin to notice that Holland has windmills…Holland has tulips. Holland even has Rembrandts.
But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy…and they’re all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. And for the rest of your life, you will say “Yes that’s where I was supposed to go. That’s what I had planned”.
And the pain of that will never, ever, ever, ever go away…because the loss of that dream is a very significant loss.
But…if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn’t get to Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things…about Holland.

Joy Is My Goal

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

New Floors ! Wordless Wednesday

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