Monday, April 28, 2008

Grandma Redondo


This little guy is the newest Redondo. He is Jacob and his Dad and Mom are Gabe and Bobby-Jo. Grandma Cherie certainly loves him. Can you tell! This is their second grandchild. Paul and Melody have a darling boy, Frankie, and another on the way.

4 comments:

Grandma and Grandpa Clark said...

That is one cute little guy grandma Cherie! Isn't it wonderful. he must be close to our new little Ethan's age. Jason and Angela's new little one. Congratulations! So happy to see sommeone posting. Thank you xoxoxoxo

Dan Iroz said...

That Glow About You
vA0, Dan Iroz, 10Jul08

Both of'm are lookers
And she's got a son who can sing
Saw him live at a Jazz game
Oh, the tapestry time brings
Tears and pain interweaves,
More camouflaged for some
In fact, hard to believe
They're even susceptible to
This human condition
We revel in, but struggle through
But we know all of us do
What is apparent, what's for sure
The work and the hurt
We might barely see… but,
The glow one sees there,
We know is earned

Dan Iroz said...

That Glow About You
vA1, Dan Iroz, 10Jul08

Both of'm are lookers
And she's got a son who can sing
Saw him live at a Jazz game
Oh, the tapestry time brings

Tears and pain interweave,
More camouflaged in some…
In fact, it’s hard to believe
They're even susceptible to
This human condition
We revel in, but struggle through
Even though we know, that
All of us do

What is apparent,
What is for sure,
The work and the hurt,
The ache and the toil…
We barely see,
And we know
Life’s lessons were learned…

The glow we behold,
We know has been earned

Dan Iroz said...

That Glow About You
vA2 Dan Iroz, 10Jul08

Both of'm are lookers
And she's got a son who can sing
Saw him live at a Jazz game
Oh, the tapestry time brings

Tears and pain interweave,
More camouflaged in some…
In fact, it’s hard to believe
They're even susceptible to
This human condition
We revel in, but struggle through
Even though we know that,
They battle their demons too

All of us do

What is apparent?
What is for sure?

The work and the hurt and
The ache and the toil,
We barely see at all,
And easily surmise that
Life’s lessons were learned…

But the glow we behold,
We know has been earned