Happy Birthday, Elliott, on March 9!

"It's a boy!" -- the journey begins

Now we rest from our labors.


Admired and welcomed by sister Eden.

The proud, young father who was 28 years old at the time of Elliott's birth. This birthday is Elliott's 28th!

Bright-eyed and engaging (not to mention adorable) at two months!

Early visits to the west coast cemented a love for the ocean in him.


I think this was Disneyland (in a big tea cup) in about 1984
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A meeting with C. Everett Koop, then Surgeon General of the U.S., perhaps planted the seed of interest in public health.


Fifth birthday brought the gift of Tiny Toes--also a reward for not biting finger nails.

A fascination with creatures great and small (while David takes comfort in big brother's confidence:)

And to a littler brother, always an encourager and nurturer


Cedar Point Farm for many summers brought endless hours of exploration and fun in the sun, the mud, and the water. Beloved Lady guards her flock.

A maturing experience--building the chicken coup and beginning the egg business


School Days at Rivendell School



The 60's Unit in 8th grade


Ahhh, that middle part. . .


Graduation speech

Thoughtful boy on the threshold of young manhood.

High school at St. Stephens and St. Agnes


College summer in Buelllton--beautiful California hill county.


University of Virginia college graduate -- It literally poured cats and dogs the entire day of Elliott's graduation. The Lawn was a mud pit, and, yes, this was the best picture I got.



A new passion for birding


The young researcher--India 2008


Tropical relaxation in Kerela with the fam

Looking ahead to continued faithful service in God's Kingdom

How can a young man keep his way pure?
By living according to your word.
I seek you with all my heart;
do not let me stray from your commands.
I have hidden your word in my heart
that I might not sin against you.
Praise be to you, O LORD;
teach me your decrees.
I rejoice in following your statutes
as one rejoices in great riches.
Psalm 119:9-12, 14

January 30, 2010 -- Becoming a husband!

The bride enters...The happy couple...

The journey continues. . . in a new season.

Can life be speeding on at this rate?!  Now he's the dad of two--
Lena, almost two years old and Gil, six weeks old

Lots of love and HAPPY 32nd BIRTHDAY, our dear Elliott!

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And now...Happy 35th Birthday, Elliott!
The last three years have been busy ones: Moving to California, working hard to earn a promotion in the army, parenting two lively children and being a good husband, expecting a new baby in May, and publishing his first novel in the early fall of 2015 called The Chimera Sequence, a bio-terrorism thriller--a must read! 
(http://www.amazon.com/Chimera-Sequence-Elliott-Garber/dp/1943968004/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1457572336&sr=1-1&keywords=chimera+sequence)

Time marches on and now there are four little ones in the Elliott Garber family. To Lena and Gil have been added Forest and Amos, as of June 2018. Elliott is a busy man in the thick of life.

Thank you, Lord, for the gift of Elliott! 

"Children are a heritage from the Lord,
    offspring a reward from him.
⁴ Like arrows in the hands of a warrior
    are children born in one’s youth."
Psalm 127

Hope of what is to come

Though our big snow was less than a week ago (or perhaps because of that), our crocuses have started blooming in the front yard.


Jessica returned from Tortola and spring break with Eden (See Eden's blog link on right) and is headed back to Charlottesville this afternoon. But first, we had a walk to Lake Accotink.


And in addition to those hopeful signs, the peeper frogs are singing in the ditches. I love that sound!

Snow Day Joys

Finally a real snow day with snow of more than one inch--actually 5 inches. We were hoping hard that the predictions would materialize because after all, we've still got two snow days in our pocket. Well, now there's only one left, and it's unlikely to be used. Morning didn't disappoint us though. It was a white world and a sabbatical day stretching ahead.

"Doo, doo, doo looking out my back door."

My gift orchid (Thanks, Elliott) against a background of white --
Hooray for Snowland (!) and a long walk in Lake Accotink Park --

Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
by Robert Frost

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

See, boys? This is what you do when it snows.

In a cottage in the wood. . .

(Please note relatively clean sidewalk and stairs)
The "holly" part of the holly and the ivy. . .


International Night at school allowed me to break out my custom made Indian tunic, pants, and scarf.