Joy Is My Goal: Wordless Wednesday Youv'e heard of Lava Cake how about Avalanche cake?

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Wordless Wednesday Youv'e heard of Lava Cake how about Avalanche cake?

11 comments:

Pretty Life Online said...: yummmy!!! perfect catch for wordless.. happy WW! Hope you can drop by at my corner too...; 1:10 AM
Unknown said...: This will be a hit to my husband who loves the combination of chocolate and strawberry ;)

Happy WW!; 1:24 AM
Marites said...: argggh! that looks yummy and sinful. got me so envious.; 1:54 AM
antigoni said...: It looks very tasty! I would like a piece please!; 2:37 AM
Cheryl @ Word Quilts said...: That is one delicious-looking cake! This is my first visit to your blog; I'm a fellow Texan. Love your blog title--it's my life's goal as well. Happy WW!; 6:13 AM
tigerfish said...: Never heard of avalanche cake....; 6:16 AM
nikko said...: But I bet it tasted good!; 6:56 AM
Rach said...: Yum, I have a sudden craving for chocolate cake!; 10:14 AM
Britni said...: Was that on purpose? Looks delicious. Glad all went well with the surgery today. Can't wait to see you guys!; 9:07 PM
Lana said...: yumm!! I would eat that!; 10:44 PM
The Write Girl said...: This looks so delicious!!!; 10:17 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, June 24, 2009

Wordless Wednesday Youv'e heard of Lava Cake how about Avalanche cake?

11 comments:

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