We dyed James’s hair.
We were going for a light blonde and ended up with an orangy color after first getting red.
Apparently the dye burned??? (hints the screaming picture)
Please know that this is an action shot and not posed– he was actually screaming.
Yikes is right.
My rationale: isn’t the summer after high school the time do everything… well… stupid?



1. Robert
2. Sonic
3. Smiles
Summer is here. Enjoy.
I couldn’t do the past few weeks justice if I didn’t point the spotlight on James’s commencement speech– even if this post is way over due.

We kept the speech a secret from my grandparents. They found their seats in JQHammons arena along with thousands of proud parents and pulled out their program. Immediately James’s name popped out and they were astonished.


In his speech James confessed to a few pranks and applauded some of the most humble and influential teachers including the infamous Mr. Coffey. He deserves more than a shoutout or a blog entry. He’s taken me to the hospital twice and caught me as I’ve passed out– more than the average teacher, huh? Here’s an old pic because Coffey refused to smile with James (and, of course, for old time’s sake)
Then, James quoted a letter I wrote to him as I left for Baylor freshman year. I’d heard James practice his speech countless times and could quote most of it, but I was still nearly brought to tears. I am not yet able to articulate why. I think I was just proud.
1. Say thank you constantly. We have so much to be grateful for. Still true.
2. Spend as much time with your grandparents as possible. James looked up and smiled at the glowing Mr. and Mrs. Beach. I’ll stand by that advice. My lunch with them at Captain D’s this week was a highlight, even if I was the only patron under 65 years old.
3. Strive for more. Work hard, serve others, encourage, and keep striving.
I’m so proud of my brother and cannot wait for him to be a Baylor Bear next year. oh yes.
While studying and while grieving-
While doing dishes and while suffering-
While laughing and while crying-
Championed success or financial woes-
Genuine acceptance or persecution-
Days of joy and those days you wish your alarm clock would die…
Yes. Every Hour we need Thee.
This is how Annie Hawks sculpted the words to the treasured hymn.
One day as a young wife and mother of 37 years of age, I was busy with my regular household tasks. Suddenly, I became so filled with the sense of nearness to the Master that, wondering how one could live without Him, either in joy or pain, these words, “I Need Thee Every Hour,” were ushered into my mind, the thought at once taking full possession of me.
I did not understand at first why this hymn had touched the great throbbing heart of humanity. It was not until long after, when the shadow fell over my way, the shadow of a great loss, that I understood something of the comforting power in the words which I had been permitted to give out to others in my hour of sweet serenity and peace.
I need Thee every hour, most gracious Lord;
No tender voice like Thine can peace afford.
I need Thee, O I need Thee;
Every hour I need Thee;
O bless me now, my Savior,
I come to Thee.
I need Thee every hour, stay Thou nearby;
Temptations lose their power when Thou art nigh.
I need Thee every hour, in joy or pain;
Come quickly and abide, or life is in vain.
I need Thee every hour; teach me Thy will;
And Thy rich promises in me fulfill.
I need Thee every hour, most Holy One;
O make me Thine indeed, Thou blessed Son.
Think what it would change if we realized our need! I know Someone who would so willingly provide. Do dwell on that today!
Last weekend Elizabeth became the first doctor in the family. She gets an official fancy-schmancy AuD to follow her name and will be working at Arkansas Children’s Hospital. Oh and she can revolutionize your hearing. My grandparents can attest.

We spent all weekend in Little Rock with family. In order for the festivities to begin, the hair needed to be “poofed,” and “poofed” we got it.

Granddaddy was so proud (not of the poof but of the graduate).

I treasure the fact that I grew up in a family that esteems education.
I’ve been on a reading kick lately, and I apologized to my mom for being slightly anti-social. She chuckled sincerely,
“I always wanted my children to be readers.”
My mom would read to us constantly– in the car line, after school, while we drifted to sleep and first thing in the morning.
Learning is never a loss.

…neither were the hours of piano lessons. James is a stud.

James graduated two days later, and quietly on the side is happy little Robert. I keep telling him not grow up, and that’s about the only request he doesn’t obey. God is going to do something huge with the guy, because already He’s so wise and insightful.

Today he told me he wants to “remember it’s Sunday all day long.” His heart is focused.

Elizabeth,
I’m proud too. You’ve set the standard in so many ways. You’re going to make a great mom. Yes, MOM.
Congratulations x2!
