. . .loving our french friend:)

 
Well. We broke it to the kids. . .they have a new french brother Honore. .. pronounced Honour + Eh! = our new son. . .except that we would've had to have been 14 when he was conceived. .. so he's more like a brother. . but regardless. . .he's ours now. I'm totally threatening to rip up his passport. . .when I can find where he's hidden it??!! (kidding. . .kind of:)

. . .I had him worried the other night. . .it was late, and I was forcing him to let me practice my franc-ais on him chatting in the kitchen. . I offered him some tea (en franc-ais of course), explaining that I often like to have tea before I go to bed. . .he looked at me kinda weird/worried. . .and declined the tea. . however I continued pressuring him to have some tea with me. . .he finally broke into a kind smile. . .realizing that the silly Canadian lady was obviously making a mistake. . .

Apparently, I explained to him that I always have tea right before I give birth. .. although in translation I have a feeling it was a bit more graphic than that. . oops:)

I've been pleasantly surprised. . that despite the language barrier we can actually communicate some pretty profound concepts back and forth.  . .the other night we were talking about seeing God in nature, living life to it's fullest and staying young at heart. . .This morning Honore handed me this poem that he thought described our conversation. . .I had to share:)

 General Douglas MacArthur: “Youth is not a period of time”

"Youth is not a period of time. It is a state of mind, a result of the will, a quality of the imagination, a victory of courage over timidity, of the taste for adventure over the love of comfort. A man doesn’t grow old because he has lived a certain number of years. A man grows old when he deserts his ideal. the years may wrinkle his skin, but deserting his ideal wrinkles his soul. Preoccupations, fears, doubts, and despair are the enemies which slowly bow us towards earth and turn us to dust before death.

You will remain young as long as you are open to what is beautiful, good, and great; receptive to the messages of other men and women, of nature and God. If one day you should become bitter, pessemistic and gnawed by dispair, may God has mercy on your old man’s soul.”

. . and that's fantastical in my opinion. .. love it!

My bass pictures will have to wait. . .Honore has them on his camera and lately I'm falling asleep while reading the kids bedtime stories and keep missing him. . .I totally should have kept it to mount. . .but a man who shall remain nameless made me throw it back:( Boooooo!

. . onward Hooooooo! 

 

Comments

[Holly]

awesome poem:))) Love it!!