Little things
We've stumbled upon this phase where the boys are fairly independent and, from certain angles, no longer require constant entertainment provided by their mother. The years have indeed gone by quickly, but the entertaining was an endless, exhausting privilege. The flip side is that I have found more time on my hands. It's not boredom. I just have no stinkin clue what to do with myself. Spent so long beguiling boys, I forgot how to just be me.
Twelve years into this Mama business, I don't bat an eyelash at the lists, the worries, the spills, the schedules, the fighting, the smells. It's all a part of the title. But my gigantic babies need me a bit less now. The freedom to roam and actually take a few seconds to look at things - small things you don't notice with your head down, plowing through life - has been amazing.
We haven't had acorns in several years. Not sure why. They came back, but they are mostly all small and dark. Even still, they look like fall to me.
This is a weed in the overgrowth of crap next to our garden. It glows so reddish-purple that I can see it from the kitchen window. Only God could make a magenta stem grow tiny green pumpkins.
Crepe Myrtle branches are a wonder anyway, with their peeling bark and smooth skin-like texture. The one in our front yard has had to grow around itself in several places, and to me it looks like a bone.
Our view. These mountains bring me into the presence of the Lord every single day.
Sunset under the walnut tree where Trey used to feed his imaginary chickens and where Aden learned the hard way that if you smash walnuts with a hammer, you will be splattered with sticky walnut sap that doesn't wash off.
This beauty is just now blooming along the netting around the track at work. Smells so good.
Found this guy in a parking lot. Those are two of my fingers at the bottom of the photo, so he's just over an inch long. The intricacy is incredible. God put every spot there, every scale, every ridge, every toenail. I said kind words to him and set him safely under a bush.
The Lord still shows me feathers every once in a while. He knows when I need a reminder that He's with me, or an encouragement that I'm doing the right thing.
The county fair came back, and oh how I love it. The onliest thing we did this year, besides admiring the canned pickles of course, was to ride the Ferris wheel. Sweet and simple time with my boys.
Praising the Lord for the small stuff.
Twelve years into this Mama business, I don't bat an eyelash at the lists, the worries, the spills, the schedules, the fighting, the smells. It's all a part of the title. But my gigantic babies need me a bit less now. The freedom to roam and actually take a few seconds to look at things - small things you don't notice with your head down, plowing through life - has been amazing.
We haven't had acorns in several years. Not sure why. They came back, but they are mostly all small and dark. Even still, they look like fall to me.
This is a weed in the overgrowth of crap next to our garden. It glows so reddish-purple that I can see it from the kitchen window. Only God could make a magenta stem grow tiny green pumpkins.
Crepe Myrtle branches are a wonder anyway, with their peeling bark and smooth skin-like texture. The one in our front yard has had to grow around itself in several places, and to me it looks like a bone.
Our view. These mountains bring me into the presence of the Lord every single day.
Sunset under the walnut tree where Trey used to feed his imaginary chickens and where Aden learned the hard way that if you smash walnuts with a hammer, you will be splattered with sticky walnut sap that doesn't wash off.
This beauty is just now blooming along the netting around the track at work. Smells so good.
Found this guy in a parking lot. Those are two of my fingers at the bottom of the photo, so he's just over an inch long. The intricacy is incredible. God put every spot there, every scale, every ridge, every toenail. I said kind words to him and set him safely under a bush.
The Lord still shows me feathers every once in a while. He knows when I need a reminder that He's with me, or an encouragement that I'm doing the right thing.
The county fair came back, and oh how I love it. The onliest thing we did this year, besides admiring the canned pickles of course, was to ride the Ferris wheel. Sweet and simple time with my boys.
Praising the Lord for the small stuff.
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