Wednesday, November 4, 2015

Bubbles & Giggles

Nothing new, but I really do love it when my girls are laughing and playing. When they come up with these games that creates nothing but ecstatic giggling. It will go on and on. I love it. Today they're playing pillow bump with the couch pillows. Not my favorite game thanks to my motherly intuition, but they're having fun and have been warned of the possible outcomes.

And just like that they've gone from pillow bump to river rock hopping. They're imaginations really amaze me.

While I love days like today, it's been a while since we've had one containing so much sisterly fun. The last couple of weeks the atmosphere in the house has been lacking that full feeling. Daddy is gone away to school and some certain little someones haven't been so keen about his absence. Neither have I to be honest. Really though, who likes it when Daddy's gone?

Last week we all started fighting an ugly little head cold. The girls ran fevers and we all took turns at the doctor. Nothing major just enough blah to make it miserable. Thank goodness though we're all on the upside. There's nothing better than waking up and instantly realizing you feel so much better. Needless to say, my floors got some majorly overdue attention today. Talk about gross!!!

Despite the girls not feeling 100%, I still let them enjoy trick-or-treating. They picked out their costume ideas way back around August time and we've worked so hard together getting them ready. The excitement was so high that I knew I needed to let them go, especially with Daddy being gone. The event itself would help them take their minds off of him not being here for so long. The twins decided on Super Kitties and Ellie chose Rainbow Dash. I think they all turned out pretty cute.

In spite of all the life that's taking place, right now my favorite part of the day is when the sun starts turning in and  we get to start picking up the pieces of the day to tuck them in for a good rest. Bubbles and clean hair.
Calmness and bedtime prayers.
A good dose of sugar for the girls and off to dreamland they go.
And Moma props her tired feet up on the couch and totally passes out.
When does Daddy get home again?

Wednesday, September 23, 2015

But I Can

With the big girls going to school now, the house is a lot quieter. Ellie's voice is so soft when it's just the two of us. She has no one she needs to talk over. I'm enjoying the time I get to share with her, but I do love it when the sisters get home.

The excitement begins as soon as they walk through the gate. They're faces all lit up just anxiously waiting for the moment to tell me all that went on during their school day. I love hearing about every minute and that they want so badly to share it with me.

What letter they learned.
The books they picked out at the library.
Games they played in P.E.
Who they sat beside at the lunch table.
About the trespasser drill they practiced.
Which kids bikes they like.

It's all very precious and entertaining. Each girl has a version of their own to share and they never fail to make me laugh. I love that they enjoy their school days.  However, there are so many things that weigh on my mind while their gone. I can't help feel this overwhelming sense of worry and fear while they're in the care of someone else.

Yesterday during our daily talk, Savannah brought up the trespasser drill. Which at first did not come out so simple. She explained... how they all had to squeeze together in their room library and keep very quiet. That if a bad guy were to walk in their school this is what they would have to do to keep away from him and to be safe. It was in that moment that I had an immense amount of fear run through my veins. Chills covered my skin and my heart felt so heavy. I literally felt afraid and angry. Afraid of the possibility of something so scary actually happening and so very angry that there are people out there that have the power to cause this.

I thought about it again this morning when I made their breakfast. Oatmeal. The oatmeal I have to order online to make sure it's gluten free. The oatmeal I buy to protect them from upset stomachs and discomfort. I try so hard to protect them. From gluten. From pain. From fear. From everything I can. I try so hard. It finally hit me though...I can't. I can't. I can't.

There is so much in this world that they will face. They will experience things and endure things that I cannot and will never be able to anticipate. Some things I will not be able to prepare them for, others they'll be ready to tackle. All I can do is find peace in the fact that there is someone ever greater than I that will be there when I can't. Someone that will carry them and protect them in times that I am not there. That's how great my God is.

I may not be able to protect them from the world and it's undoings, BUT I CAN pray that God walks with them through it all.


Wednesday, September 16, 2015

Where We're At

A little bit of fall swept through the area this weekend. The morning air greeted me with a very sweet crisp feeling. I was pleased. Coffee and chilly air always make a great combo. 

Life lately has been pretty normal.
early mornings
school time
playing outside
family parties
lots of lovin' going on
adventures in town

I'm enjoying it all while it's this calm because I know after Christmas it won't be this way. Things will pick up, the stress will get flood the house, and we will hit the road for a completely different setting.
But, for now, I'm loving where we're at.

Happy Wednesday!

But as for me, I will always have hope; I will praise you more and more Psalm 71:14