Tuesday, September 15, 2015

This life

I don't have the words and I don't understand. I am thankful.

Friday, September 11, 2015


Sometimes I remember, while I look at my kids, to thank God that life isn't fair.

Monday, September 7, 2015


I was going to write an acrostic poem in honor of Solomon's birthday but I don't know that many o- words.

Solomon is five and he's into Skylanders, gymnastics, dancing, baby management. He hates "gross" movies (movies with anything even remotely scary like Big Baby in Toy Story or with sadness). Solo would be glad to sleep till 10 most days. He loves to be with me at work at the YMCA and he likes to follow a routine. After school he tells me how his day was, who had a bad day and didn't follow ground rules, and what he ate for lunch.

At night he likes to read books, read devotionals, pray and sing our song.

"Where ever you go, whatever you do; I'm always going to come back for you."

I love to cuddle him even though he digs his chin directly into my neck. His enthusiasm to be held and to hold back helps to alleviate the pain... a little.
He makes me smile often because he's always smiling. God has made joy his nature and I am thankful for him.