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“Nothing Gold Can Stay” Debunked: #MySundayPhoto – 08.23.15

Other than the pictures from our family vacation in Colorado, we have been eased up on the picture taking as of late. Maybe because we’ve felt it a bit excessive in the past, or just that Avery’s so active that we’d rather spend the time playing with our growing girl.

Whatever the case, I am absolutely in love with this picture and glad I took the time for a few shots (while playing) to get it. This was one of those pictures you don’t even realize you captured until going back and looking at them later. My wife and I were both in awe of this one.

 

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My heart fills warm with love and I turn speechless every time I look at this photo. How much she has grown in just the past few weeks is unreal, exciting, as well as a little depressing. It makes me think of the poem, Nothing Gold Can Stay by Robert Frost, and how it’s both right and wrong.

Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

Right, because obviously so many beautiful things in life come and go every day. A newborn baby is only newborn for so long until they get older and older and older until they’re taking care of the couple that raised them.

Wrong, because, as you can see, pictures will forever capture that one “Gold” moment enabling it to “Stay” or last forever. Plus, that newborn baby will continue to be golden in so many ways throughout life.

Whoa! What happened? I feel like Will Ferrell in the debate scene from Old School where he snaps out of it after his winning debate. Even a pun-loving guy like myself has serious deep thoughts at times.

Anyway, I’ve gone on too long, but just wanted to say how much I love this picture I’m happy to have it for us to enjoy even as she continues to grow.

Do you have a certain photo that totally captivates you?

What do you think about the saying “Nothing gold can stay”?

 

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Something My Wife Will Never Have Again

A “2” at the beginning of her age.

Yep, Going Mom is 30 years old today!

Happy Birthday, Kelley, hope you’re enjoying your long weekend with Avery and me so far! You mean the world to both of us and we’re both happy you are in our life!

Have a great day shopping and make sure you get some more “mature” clothes to match your age. Oh wait, guess this joke doesn’t work if I’m  also 30….damn.

Anyway, here’s a little poem I originally wrote for your 28th birthday as we were in the midst of trying to conceive that I updated:

Our Years Together….Updated

In 2003, we were instantly stuck together

In 2004, I joined you in the Oklahoma weather

In 2005, we got our first pet, Gus

In 2006, we were engaged in Vegas

In 2007, you became my wife

In 2008, we started the same business life

In 2009, we both ran 26.2

In 2010, we agreed not to go back to Simply Fondue

In 2011, we sold our second home and built another

In 2012, we were ready to be father and mother

In 2013, we welcomed Avery into our life

Here in 2014, you’re now my beautiful 30 year old wife

Life in the 20’s was getting boring anyway, and our 30’s will be full of memories watching Avery grow! ♥

Happy Birthday Kelley/Wife/Mommy!!  Always Much Love!!

“Your Eyes”: A Poem to my Daughter

After looking at the most recent pictures I took of Avery, I can’t get over how beautiful her eyes are. I’ve been enthralled by their brilliance since she was born, and I’m ever so grateful the magnificent blue hue is still with her.

Inspired by her beauty, I decided to write a poem. I’m not an experienced writer by any means, much less at poem writing, but it doesn’t stop me from trying!

So, Avery, when you are old enough to read, I hope you appreciate my attempt at writing a poem to you. Beware, this probably won’t be the only one!!

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Your Eyes

When I look into your eyes,

it comes as no surprise,

the beauty that they hold

will endure as we grow old.

 

Filled with endless wonder,

there must be a spell I’m under,

since every time I look,

they absorb me more than the greatest book.

 

Even the bluest of oceans can’t compete,

with your gorgeous eyes that knock me off my feet.

Your enchanting stare,

and crazy hair,

fill mommy and me with pride,

and a love we will never hide.

 

Avery, your eyes are perfect in every way,

and they allow you to experience new things each day.

Mommy and I know we’ve done right,

as we watch you grow morning, noon and night.

 

Just remember you must be wary,

your blue eyes will have many guys asking you to marry,

but that’s a long time from now,

so I won’t have a cow.

 

Mommy and I are a little fearful,

that your striking peepers will prevent us from giving you an earful.

How could we possibly get mad

when to us you can do no bad?

 

Please don’t take advantage,

and do things we cannot manage

since your brilliant eyes,

could cover your deepest lies.

 

I could go on forever,

but my words I need to sever,

as you are waking from your nap,

and it’s time to walk our lap.

Have you ever written a poem even though you lack the experience? Was it to a loved one or just for your own?