Remember the ones who are deployed during the holidays...

The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light,
I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight.
My wife was asleep, her head on my chest,
My daughter beside me, angelic in rest.
Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white,
Transforming the yard to a winter delight.

The sparkling lights in the tree I believe,
Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve.
My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep,
Secure and surrounded by love I would sleep.
In perfect contentment, or so it would seem,
So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream.

The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near,
But I opened my eyes when it tickled my ear..
Perhaps just a cough, I didn't quite know, Then the
sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow.
My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear,
And I crept to the door just to see who was near.

Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night,
A lone figure stood, his face weary and tight.
A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old,
Perhaps a Marine, huddled here in the cold.
Alone in the dark, he looked up and smiled,
Standing watch over me, and my wife and my child.

"What are you doing?" I asked without fear,
"Come in this moment, it's freezing out here!
Put down your pack, brush the snow from your sleeve,
You should be at home on a cold Christmas Eve!"
For barely a moment I saw his eyes shift,
Away from the cold and the snow blown in drifts..

To the window that danced with a warm fire's light
Then he sighed and he said "Its really all right,
I'm out here by choice. I'm here every night."
"It's my duty to stand at the front of the line,
That separates you from the darkest of times.

No one had to ask or beg or implore me,
I'm proud to stand here like my fathers before me..
My Gramps died at 'Pearl on a day in December,"
Then he sighed, "That's a Christmas 'Gram always remembers."
My dad stood his watch in the jungles of 'Nam',
And now it is my turn and so, here I am.

I've not seen my own son in more than a while,
But my wife sends me pictures, he's sure got her smile.
Then he bent and he carefully pulled from his bag,
The red, white, and blue... an American flag.
I can live through the cold and the being alone,
Away from my family, my house and my home.

I can stand at my post through the rain and the sleet,
I can sleep in a foxhole with little to eat.
I can carry the weight of killing another,
Or lay down my life with my sister and brother..
Who stand at the front against any and all,
To ensure for all time that this flag will not fall.."

" So go back inside," he said, "harbor no fright,
Your family is waiting and I'll be all right."
"But isn't there something I can do, at the least,
"Give you money," I asked, "or prepare you a feast?
It seems all too little for all that you've done,
For being away from your wife and your son."

Then his eye welled a tear that held no regret,
"Just tell us you love us, and never forget.
To fight for our rights back at home while we're gone,
To stand your own watch, no matter how long.
For when we come home, either standing or dead,
To know you remember we fought and we bled.
Is payment enough, and with that we will trust,
That we mattered to you as you mattered to us."

Wordless Wednesday

Wordless Wednesday

Orange Custard ...mmmmm....

I was lucky enough to be given a subscription to Taste of Home's Healthy Cooking magazine for my birthday (from my mother in law). I love trying new recipes, so when the first issue arrived in the mail yesterday I chose my favorite recipe and started baking. It is called "Soft Orange Custard", and I thought it was delicious. The reviews amongst my boys and husband were not so great. I guess you have to like custard and citrus seperately before you will like them combined. Just in case someone else likes this interesting combination as much as I do, here is the recipe.

2 Tbsp. butter, softened
2/3 cup sugar
2 eggs, lightly beaten
2 Tbsp. all purpose flour
1/4 tsp. salt
1/4 cup orange juice
1 -1/2 tsp. grated orange peel
1 tsp. lemon juice
1 cup fat-free milk

1. In a small bowl, beat butter and sugar on medium for 1 minute. Add the eggs, flour, and salt. Beat for about 2 minutes or until thickened. Add the orange juice, orange peel, and lemon juice. Stir in milk.
2. Pour into five 6-oz custard cups or ramekins. Place ramekins in a 13x9 inch pan. Add 1 inch of boiling water to pan. Bake, uncovered at 325 degrees for approximately 40 -50 minutes or until a knife inserted near the center comes out clean. Remove ramekins from water and serve warm or chilled.

New Website

My new website is live! Yay! I am still in the process of uploading photos to it, but it is there on the real web, lol! :-) This is something that I have been wanting to do for awhile, and I have been working on switching over to the new site for a few weeks. So, feel free to take a look if you are interested. If not, ignore this post! You can find the link at the side under my "blogroll" section (which also needs updating!) where it says "Capture the Moment Photos". Feedback is always welcome!