Where The Orange Blossoms Grow...: Nathaniel, One Week Old

Saturday, April 10, 2010

Nathaniel, One Week Old

Lo, children are an heritage of the LORD: and the fruit of the womb is his reward.

Psalm 127:3

4 comments:

GraceApril 10, 2010 at 6:17 PM
Aunt Molly, we love Uncle Chris, but... We really wanted to see pictures of little wee one!!! Now, the phony, color added baby pictures of our dear Uncle can go. Show us Charlie! :)
Just kidding. I know those really are him, but it looks so much like his daddy! Like Father, like Son, I guess... :) He's cute, no matter what!!! Tell the little mole not to grow up till I give him permission! :) Love y'all!

Grace
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The Miller FamilyApril 10, 2010 at 6:39 PM
Oh, he's just so sweet! But I must agree with Grace, he definitely looks like Chris!

Love,
Katie
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BonnieApril 15, 2010 at 11:03 PM
Sweet Angel Baby! No, he looks like Margaret Anne! Just look at that regal attitude! If she is the Queen, then he is certainly the Prince! How I miss them both, as well as the other Sweeties!

Love,
Grandmother in Missouri
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The DischersApril 16, 2010 at 12:29 PM
Oh - those pictures are absolutely beautiful, Molly - both baby AND you!!!

Love you and miss you terribly,
Beth
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The Orange Blossom Song

I want to wake up in the morning where the orange blossoms grow,
Where the sun comes creepin' into where I'm sleepin',
and the song birds say hello.

I want to wander over yonder, Pick the fruit that's hanging low,
I want to make my home in Florida where the orange blossoms grow.

I want to wake up in the morning where the ocean breezes blow,
I want to cast my line on the falling tide,
Where the tarpon swim below.

I love the sunshine and the beaches, where the palms sway to and fro,
I want to make my home in Florida where the orange blossoms grow.

I want to wake up in the morning where the Spanish moss hangs low,
Where the gators swim through the Everglades,
And the grand old live oaks grow.

I love the wildwoods, and the cities, and the friends I've come to know.
I want to make my home in Florida where the orange blossoms grow.

I want to wake up in the morning where the orange blossoms grow,
Where the sun comes creepin' into where I'm sleepin',
and the song birds say hello.

I want to wander over yonder, Pick the fruit that's hanging low,
I want to make my home in Florida where the orange blossoms grow.

Here Is Home

Here is home, my blessed home.
Florida is her name.
God’s Providence has brought me here,
So here I will remain.

Here is home, my beautiful home,
Where God's creation sings
About the mighty power and grace
Of Jesus Christ our King.

Here is home, where in the Spring
The orange blossoms bloom,
And fill my senses to the brim
With their sweet perfume.

I love to hear the honey bees
Buzzing with all their might.
I love the clear, blue, cloudless sky,
And radiant stars at night.

Here is home, where Summer comes
With its burning heat,
Relentlessly providing us
With bugs and burning feet.

But when the Lord provides us
With a gentle shower,
It lifts the weary, wilted head
Of every wildflower.

Here is home, where in the Fall,
I don my scarves and sweater,
But really I don’t need them.
Cotton would do better.

No Autumn leaves are falling.
The trees are still quite green,
But a crisp, cool breeze is blowing,
And the days grow short, it seems.

Here is home, where Winter comes.
It's not so very cold,
But how I love to dig in the sand
My numb and barefoot toes!

In wintertime I love to eat
An orange from the tree.
Such a sweet and sticky treat.
Quite a delicacy!

Here is home where I am proud
To be a humble part
Of Florida's great, rich history,
And hold it near my heart.

The land on which I've tromped and played,
The Spanish settlers roam'd.
They called this place the “Land of Flowers,”
And here they made their home.

When war broke out between the States,
We proved our loyalty
To the precious Southern cause,
For God and Liberty!

Some folks call us “Florida Crackers.”
I'm proud to hold that name.
My ancestors were proud as well,
To call themselves the same.

Here is home, My home, sweet home,
Where life is at it's best.
Every day I thank the Lord,
For I am truly blessed!

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Saturday, April 10, 2010

Nathaniel, One Week Old

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