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Lots of fun for the family. Just click on the links for more details!
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Stories & Songs with Andrew Osenga
One is frantic. One is relaxed. Together we are frantically relaxed. Follow us as we share life from two very different minds.
 Today we stopped by the greenway to get some updated snapshots of the kids for our entry way table. After taking a few quick photos, my husband and son walked to look at the horses. I stayed behind to make sure I had the shots I wanted.  When I walked to meet them, the image I saw completely took my breath away. Both guys were standing peacefully watching the horses.  Their backs were to me and all I could think is "wow, what a strong reflection". I saw my little boy standing in the image of my husband.  I saw him being mentored and loved.  He was beginning to reflect the traits of my husband: steady, strong, loving, and relaxed. It put my mind at ease and filled my heart with joy.
Today we stopped by the greenway to get some updated snapshots of the kids for our entry way table. After taking a few quick photos, my husband and son walked to look at the horses. I stayed behind to make sure I had the shots I wanted.  When I walked to meet them, the image I saw completely took my breath away. Both guys were standing peacefully watching the horses.  Their backs were to me and all I could think is "wow, what a strong reflection". I saw my little boy standing in the image of my husband.  I saw him being mentored and loved.  He was beginning to reflect the traits of my husband: steady, strong, loving, and relaxed. It put my mind at ease and filled my heart with joy. My son's bike was taken right from our front yard, less than 15 feet from my front door. Yes that did it! I was over the top. My insides sick and my head filled with many unpleasantries. I walked the neighborhood and fumed. Why take a child's bike, I wondered. More than a bike gone, it also meant a little more loss of innocence for that sweet boy who no longer had bike.
My son's bike was taken right from our front yard, less than 15 feet from my front door. Yes that did it! I was over the top. My insides sick and my head filled with many unpleasantries. I walked the neighborhood and fumed. Why take a child's bike, I wondered. More than a bike gone, it also meant a little more loss of innocence for that sweet boy who no longer had bike.