Sometimes one if Bob's snores sounds exactly like Chewbacca. I love it. Sometimes.
Solomon: You know what the most important thing in the sky is?
Abide With Me
Abide with me; fast falls the eventide;
The darkness deepens; Lord with me abide.
When other helpers fail and comforts flee,
Help of the helpless, O abide with me.
Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day;
Earth's joys grow dim; its glories pass away;
Change and decay in all around I see;
O Thou who changest not, abide with me.
I need Thy presence every passing hour.
What but Thy grace can foil the tempter's power?
Who, like Thyself, my guide and stay can be?
Through cloud and sunshine, Lord, abide with me.
I fear no foe, with Thee at hand to bless;
Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness.
Where is death's sting? Where, grave, thy victory?
I triumph still, if Thou abide with me.
Hold Thou Thy cross before my closing eyes;
Shine through the gloom and point me to the skies.
Heaven's morning breaks, and earth's vain shadows flee;
In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me.
Bob thinks I should keep track of the hours that I take to make dolls. He thinks it will keep me from underselling my time. But after thinking about one, how difficult it would be to keep track of the stolen minutes between serving Sage and her queenly baby needs. And two, how measuring the value of my time in dollars and judging my success by the ratio of dollars to minutes seems dangerous. By my experience that will only lead to dissatisfaction and depression.
So I'm not going to do it. Thanks to Bob I have the luxury of saying no to the American gauge of success, so I am.
Sage has a little fever and has been sleeping off and on all day. She's now standing up in her crib, in the dark, chanting "ma-ma, ma-ma..." over and over. Not really wanting me, just talking. I want to go get her and let her just sleep in my bed but that doesn't work because she will be even more wide awake except she will also be head butting me in the boob over and over. Why can't babies do what they're told! ?
Sage is so easy with other adults, even more so than she is with other kids. It's so different than baby Marley and Solo. And she's so happy to go to Bob already. It's amazing.
Marley is reading the adventures of sword girl. It has about 9 million pages give or take. It blows my mind. She is capable of abstract thought in a big way. I feel like it was yesterday when she thought every chirping noise she heard was a "toot toot".
Solo: Wow! Was that a big burp?
Me: Don't talk about your burp, day excuse me.
Solo: Excuse me. Now, was that a big burp?
Oh and for New year's eve Marley and I dressed fancy and we all drank milk with cinnamon from fancy glasses.
I had a great Christmas. Really, really great. Though there were a few heartache moments and my father in law was too sick to join us.
What made it great:
Giving gifts people liked. Always my favorite thing.
Roast Beast and mashed potatoes. Ok, actually this is my favorite thing.
Becoming aware of those moments when the destroyer is trying to steal my joy and being able to fight back and win.
Solomon behaving better as the day grew older. Nearly inconceivable.
My husband's very thoughtful gift to me. I loved it. Loved it. I can honestly say this is by far the most thoughtful gift he ever gave me. I cried when I got it.
Marley. Always. Her behavior is sometimes easy to ignore because she's so consistent in her eagerness to please and in her kindnesses.
Family. I'm so blessed by my parents, uncles, in laws, sisters and their families. It's good for man not to be alone!
Sage! Wow! Up till ten, three hours passed her bedtime and she was so very, very reasonable and it helped that Bobby and she are so good together. He was a great help to me.
Jesus. All day long there were loud visual reminders of what Christmas is but it was the gentle whispers I appreciated. My God is alive and His rescue plan is accomplished.
Pictures to follow... soon.