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Morning Routine

"Time to wake the doughnuts!"

Sometimes I think I dread the morning routine during the school year more than the kids. On days like today I would like to be under the covers but I need to be super focused working. I can’t sleep, but I can work and get the kids ready at the same time.

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Some get married by Elvis…Then there is Ye Ol’ Tyme Photo Boothe…


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Time flies by so quickly. We find our ruts, our routines and our habits.

I want to point out this picture again because it is a favorite of mine and when I posted it this past Thursday I failed to mention that it is one of the only two wedding photos that Cathy and I have.

Cathy and I were married at Gatlinburg’s Ye Ol’ Tyme Photo Boothe. After I proposed, we couldn’t wait. We both had already done the church wedding before. We had the marriage license. And everything felt right. Noah was too young to understand. Tommy would not have understood. But Sarah needed to be included so she was brought along. In hindsight perhaps Noah should have gone too.

We triple checked the legality of the Gatlinburg wedding chapels and drove on up. I forget how we decided which one to use but we certainly chose a fun one. We perused different styles of attire and finally arrived at the image we desired. We slipped into the clothing which was then velcro’d behind our backs. The sleeves were rolled up and secured for an appropriate look. We slipped into a back room where the proprietor performed the ceremony and pronounced us married. Then we went to the front of the store and had our pictures made and with copies for the extended family we pranced out into the real world to begin a most wonderful life together!

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Today I am happy…

  • …because we survived the camping trip.
  • …because I came home with only 2 seed ticks.
  • …because I can hug my wife again.
  • …because my baby coo’d and chattered and was happy to see me; and I held him.
  • …because my puppy exuberantly welcomed us home.
  • …because I was able to give a little to another child and mother.
  • …because I was able to teach some boys how to whistle with an acorn.
  • …because both my boys did things on their own that made me proud.
  • …because my boys learned how to stomp a milk carton to make it explode with a deafening pop and I wasn’t the one that taught them!