Hi everyone, my first entry is not going to be as eloquent as Josh's, but I will be on here posting regular updates of what's going on with us. Thank you to everyone who has shown us support so far--keep it coming! We need it! This is going to be tough but I know we will get through it. On a sentimental note... Josh proposed to me 3 years ago today. These have been the best 3 years of my life so far. Josh is the best friend I could ever have hoped to find and I will elaborate on how wonderful he is some other time when I feel more like writing.
Peace-
Kimberly
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I am thinking of you two... Happy 3 years!!! Love, Savannah
Josh and Kimby,
I have been thinking about you nonstop since I heard the news. I'm very glad to hear that you've had an outpouring of love and support in the last week, and I really hope that it is not unexpected! It must be comforting to know that the love, support, and prayers are not only spreading beyond the borders of good old Bama, but is coming all the way from Texas as well! I thought it might be nice to share an awesome poem with you. It's one of my favorites of all time, and I know that not only will it make you smile and laugh and think about childhood, but it will also, if you get the metaphor, serve as a message that you are loved. So, as I share with you Sarah Sylvia Cynthia Stout by the infamous Shel Silverstein, I want you to think of Sarah's trash not as garbage, but aa the growing, mounting, and overwhelming Love, Support, Prayers, and Positive Vibes that are directed toward you all.
I love you!!!!
Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout
Would not take the garbage out!
She'd scour the pots and scrape the pans,
Candy the yams and spice the hams,
And though her daddy would scream and shout,
She simply would not take the garbage out.
And so it piled up to the ceilings:
Coffee grounds, potato peelings,
Brown bananas, rotten peas,
Chunks of sour cottage cheese.
It filled the can, it covered the floor,
It cracked the window and blocked the door
With bacon rinds and chicken bones,
Drippy ends of ice cream cones,
Prune pits, peach pits, orange peel,
Gloppy glumps of cold oatmeal,
Pizza crusts and withered greens,
Soggy beans and tangerines,
Crusts of black burned buttered toast,
Gristly bits of beefy roasts. . .
The garbage rolled on down the hall,
It raised the roof, it broke the wall. . .
Greasy napkins, cookie crumbs,
Globs of gooey bubble gum,
Cellophane from green baloney,
Rubbery blubbery macaroni,
Peanut butter, caked and dry,
Curdled milk and crusts of pie,
Moldy melons, dried-up mustard,
Eggshells mixed with lemon custard,
Cold french fried and rancid meat,
Yellow lumps of Cream of Wheat.
At last the garbage reached so high
That it finally touched the sky.
And all the neighbors moved away,
And none of her friends would come to play.
And finally Sarah Cynthia Stout said,
"OK, I'll take the garbage out!"
But then, of course, it was too late. . .
The garbage reached across the state,
From New York to the Golden Gate.
And there, in the garbage she did hate,
Poor Sarah met an awful fate,
That I cannot now relate
Because the hour is much too late.
But children, remember Sarah Stout
And always take the garbage out!
Shel Silverstein, 1974
Why am I called bank fan??? Who gave me that name? I didn't do it and don't know what to do about it. That's weird. Anyway, I guess I am no longer Tina, I'm bank fan. Whatever.
Signed, bank fan
I am praying for you both. Love, Jenni
I talked to Mama and she will come over to use the computer and keep up.
Love you both
Mom W
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