The other day I was writing a letter to my oldest brother Moriah...the one who taught me how to slice and peal an apple without chopping my fingers off. He also showed me how to solve the Rubix Cube, and turn a back-flip on our trampoline without breaking my neck. He's so smart and athletic.
Right now he is positioned at Fort Benning, Georgia, training to be in the National Guard. He runs obstacle courses, does tons of push-ups, plays with guns, etc. I think he also gets to jump out of airplanes! I would like to skydive...
if I could get past the jumping part. He wrote in one of his notes that the food was delicious, but he only gets 1 minute and 30 seconds to eat! I would starve. There is no way I could swallow that fast without choking. And my mouth is small so I couldn't pack enough food in my cheeks either. I'd just 'shrivel up and blow away' as my Granddad used to say to me when I didn't eat enough. They also only give Moriah 3 to 5 hours of precious sleep at night. On top of all his intense and strenuous physical exercise, he was attacked with the dreaded sickness named Mono. Thankfully, God made Moriah tough, and he is winning in his battle against this vicious enemy. He really enjoys the training and wrote, "I have already done eagle tower and the other rope and obstacle course exercises. The training we have been doing most recently is ARM: Advanced Rifle Marksmanship. It's the easiest of the training I think, and the night vision is much clearer than in most video games."
He always reminded me of a military dude. He was a security guard before leaving to Fort Benning. I miss him so much. But they're giving him 30 free hours in April so we're gonna go see him. I can't wait to give my military brother a huge hug (:
So. . .I was writing Moriah a letter about the happenings here and how Spring was in the air. When I reread the part I wrote about Spring a lightbulb lit over my head. "Hey! This sounds like a poem!" I said. My sister Katie and I tweeked it a bit- or a bunch - and then I posted it on the blog. By the way, I don't know why the last line of the poem blew up so large. I tried to shrink it but Mr. Computer refused to oblige. He and I are not on very good terms right now...he is oh so stubborn. I'm trying to forgive him, but it's just so hard...
Anyways, here is the original thing on Spring that came from my letter to Moriah:
Spring is in the air
'Tis my favorite time of year
With baby buds of lime green
Bursting from the trees,
Singing Bluebirds,
Blooming tulips, and
Buzzing bumblebees.
I cried out to God in despair
