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Real LiFe MoNdAy...
"...stop and consider the wondrous works of God. Do you know how God lays his command upon them and causes the lightening of His cloud to shine? Do you know the balancing of the clouds, the wondrous works of Him who is p… -
Four year olds, toddlers, and itty babies. . .
have some of those? Kiss them lots, and make laughter real. And wipe their's and your tears together while you hug after they've knocked over the entire bowl full of pancake batter on their heads. No, I don't take pictu… -
He More Than Kind Of Loves Me.
I have been up now for a few hours and I think it's about 7:45am. The sun is getting brighter as I type. Babies have been up and back down now - catching just a bit more sleep. The boys are still in bed. As I woke an… -
Running Away.
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------~ “The waves of the sea Help me get back to me.” There is a need sometimes to "run away" in me. Not a "I'm mad-sad-d… -
Of Toads, Knights, And Such.
Being a mom of boys. . . Sometimes the things I find are funny. Chess pieces in the dishwasher. Robert's socks on the new baby's legs. A few "pet" wasps in a plastic food container. Rocks in the freezer. Chips on t… -
Birthday Date.
Robert and I had a wonderful time out with Scott the evening of his birthday. I just love being able to take out the children individually and on their birthday is always a great chance to do this ~ since they are typi… -
A Mother's Journal ~ A Lot I Don't Want To Forget.
( For those who have asked, Lakelyn is pronounced like "Lake" (as in the body of water ) and "Lyn" as in the name Lyn. Put together |lak| (a saying it's name) and |lin| (i saying it's sound). Lakelyn ) ---------… -
Happiness Is Not The Absence Of Problems~
-------------------------~ I don't know one millionth of one percent about anything really, but I know that Real Life (and happiness) can only come through ONE. "Real Life is..." Real Life: oven breaks down complete… -
"So Will You Have More Children???"
(quoted from a on-going xanga message I receive. ) Like most mornings these days, I woke up with swollen feet, hands and face and a little sick to my stomach. Mother's day indeed. And for the grandest of reasons to be… -
Mother's Day Came Early For Me...
"My mother is a poem I'll never be able to write, though everything I write is a poem to my mother." Here it is "Mother's Day" for me a day early. Saturday, not Sunday. (My sweet glass of hand-picked flowers and …
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