Happy Birthday Josh!!!!!

Have a Happy Halloween Birthday Josh!!!

Happy 2nd Birthday to Gage!!!

I know this pic of Gage is a year old, but I'm at work and don't have access to all my newer pics and I wanted to post his Happy Birthday message since I'm already a day late doing that! ;P We want to wish Gage Michael Kinkaid a Happy 2nd Birthday (yesterday)!!!! We love you!!!
-Cox Fam :)

A Thing of Beauty is a Joy Forever

My favorite professor from Graduate School, Dr. Debbie Lopez, passed away last Friday, the 14th. She was not only an inspiring teacher, but she was a warm and caring friend. She had such a passion for life and literature. Keats was her favorite poet (she made him my favorite poet too) and I remember that she never could quite manage to get through any of his poems without getting choked up. This selection was one of her favorites. She touched so many lives and inspired so many of us to become teachers ourselves. Thank you, Dr. Lopez for being my Chair throughout my MA process, thank you for being my teacher so many times, thank you for setting a fire in my soul that makes me want to never stop learning. You will be greatly missed.








A Thing of Beauty (Endymion) by John Keats

A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its lovliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing
A flowery band to bind us to the earth,
Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearth
Of noble natures, of the gloomy days,
Of all the unhealthy and o'er-darkn'd ways
Made for our searching: yes, in spite of all,
Some shape of beauty moves away the pall
From our dark spirits. Such the sun, the moon,
Trees old and young, sprouting a shady boon
For simple sheep; and such are daffodils
With the green world they live in; and clear rills
That for themselves a cooling covert make
'Gainst the hot season; the mid-forest brake,
Rich with a sprinkling of fair musk-rose blooms:
And such too is the grandeur of the dooms
We have imagined for the mighty dead;
An endless fountain of immortal drink,
Pouring unto us from the heaven's brink