Joy Is My Goal: Where are we?

Monday, September 03, 2007

Where are we?

Last week the husband of a cousin of ours was in for business and we took him to dinner Can you guess where we were?

this was in the restroom

These next 2 are the view

We walked for a little while after it was a good evening.

7 comments:

Jennie said...: i don't know... but the pix are amazing! where?! tell me!; 1:25 PM
Anonymous said...: was S working?????; 2:02 PM
Joyismygoal said...: No; 2:07 PM
Klin said...: No What?

I am not familiar with this Texas restaurant, but I can tell from the photos that I'd like to be.

When will you tell us? Soon I hope.; 8:04 PM
cat said...: It's a great place for dessert!! The Reata; 5:48 AM
Joyismygoal said...: of course I knew you would know ..it is the Best Restaurant in Ft Worth the REata The FOod and service is amazing esp for TX type food It is pricey so I may never have tried the amazing food there butMy 2nd son works there to put himself through college but he was not there that night.; 6:23 AM
Roshin said...: Great shots, I say!
ladybird; 4:41 AM

"A vigorous five-mile walk will do more good for an unhappy but otherwise healthy adult than all the medicine and psychology in the world." --Paul Dudley White

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"Now if you are going to win any battle you have to do one thing. You have to make the mind run the body. Never let the body tell the mind what to do. The body will always give up. It is always tired in the morning, noon, and night. But the body is never tired if the mind is not tired." - George S. Patton, U.S. Army General, 1912 Olympian

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.

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