There was a man, named Malcolm. He had 2 beautiful daughters, Kathrine and Emma; a wife who everyone admired and was constantly doting on all of them. He would come each lunch at school with both of his daughters weekly, pick them up from school, he even walked his oldest child to kindergarten every day to make sure she was okay. He was a cowboy, and good at it! He was playful and adored his family and his friends. He loved Harry. He teased Harry in church 2 weeks ago, he was a very good man. He came to every event his girls were at, had a passion for christian education and the Morrilton Children's Shelter. He would do anything for his friends, even if it meant sacrifice. This man, Malcolm Forrest Howell, died last Saturday. The world was impacted by his goodness, by the overwhelming amount of Christ that flew out of him. He leaves, a widow, a 12 year old, a 8 year old and adoring family and friends. I would say I was close acquaintance with Malcolm and a friend to his 3 girls. He was at my school with his daughter often, and he gave Harry a lot of love at church. I am morning, not because he died, not because it hit home, but because my friends are devastated. They had a husband and father that could stand up against any all star parent and have lost him at the prime age of 43. He was killed in a car accident in OK the day before his 17th anniversary with his wife. She had already bought and written in the card. The story is heart breaking and awfully sad. I can not tell you enough how sad I have been for the Howell and Carter family. I truly understand the meaning of "carry one another's burdens".
I have also seen that with my friends who have been worried about my "over doing it"! What a blessing to have friends who pray for you and encourage you to become closer to your Father. That is another example of carrying others burdens.
I made new friends 2 days ago! My neighbors, are from Columbia, actually Miami! She is a woman lives with her mother and son of 7. Her husband is trying to sell their home in Miami, they are absolutely wonderful! Edilma(the grandmother) is so good with Harry. She plays with him and has offered to clean my house in exchange for tutoring Daniel(3rd grader). Harry and I had dinner with them tonight, I was inspired by their stories. I have never wanted to speak Spanish so bad! They are very educated and just plain precious! I feel silly for never pursing this friendship before! I was blessed this week by Ruth, Daniel, and Edlima.
On another note, Harry pooped and peed on the potty! He has been fascinated with the potty, it must be a thing at school he is seeing. Whatever, but I am not going hard core potty training until I know it will be a quick transition....I am totally cool with diapers!
Harry is loving school, more than ever! He is talking like crazy and the paci is becoming a thing of the past...okay, not completly but they don't give it to him! Today I heard him say "Bye bye Grace" then blew a kiss!
He jumped on and had a few problems getting the peddles going. That same night he was headed to Mimi and Papa's house for a visit. He wanted to take his bike and lucky for me Tyler and Papa taught him how to ride efficiently! He is a master now, with training wheels of course!
These are pictures of him just starting out! His helmet was a bit big. When Chad got home he worked out all the kinks! I think Harry was more excited to show Chad than riding! Chad was out of town to see the first independent rides.
This picture is my favorite. Harry came in while he and Chad were outside and told me he had to have his baseball helmet. He was acting like it was life or death. He put it on and told me that was how he was going to ride his bike! When I tried to take pictures he whined, "I don't want to say cheese anymore!" He hates getting his picture made! Isn't that annoying!
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