Coming Home

Writing in this little space feels like coming home.
I can be simple here.
I don't have to worry about traffic. Or being profound.
I just get to talk about the lights in my day, the little children that I spend the most time with.

They say you are the sum of the 5 people you spend the most time with. So there you have it. I am a simple child.

Silver will be a year old in two weeks. She is completely delightful. Cuddly. Curious. I'm so glad I had her. We all delight in her every day.

Her new thing is saying "WUH," when she thinks something is astounding or cool.

She is walking a bit.

She is dancing a bit.

She is smiling a lot.

Words: Thank you (her first word besides mama, dada!), I love you, yes mama.

She got a keyboard for Christmas and she love sit so much she stands on top of it, cause what you love you must conquer.

I have been eating way too much German chocolate.

Y'all... these pictures were taken when Silver was only four months old. She looks nothing like this anymore. Hold on...

Yup. That's better! That's her! 

Sparrow has been listening to stories on the Kindle and trying to remember to brush her hair every day.

Golden draws. And does funny dances.

Silas loves to do fun things. I think he needs a boy in his life. He told me today, "Thanks for wiping me, mom," Cause I sometimes still wipe his bum. Cause I'm the mom. And I said, "No problem, it's my job." And he said, "Yeah, that you get money for it?" (I am paraphrasing... the way he said it was so cute and I can't remember how it went!) "Yes. Yes I do get money for it," I said. Cause God pays me. That's what.

Pippa, she's... all or nothing. And usually, it's ALL. The only time it's nothing is when she's sleeping. And even then, she throws herself off bunk beds or pees on the mattress. She ate all her advent chocolates early and then started on everyone else's. She spills water on purpose. Sits on the table. Takes crackers into the class room and crumbles them all over the desk like it's her job. Draws all over my calendar. Erases my to-do lists. And then smiles like this: That girl, with proper training (help me, God!) and proper inspiration (help me, God!) will be a great forerunner someday. She's got this.

I love my job. The year is drawing to a close and I have to think seriously about what my priorities are and how to arrange my life so that it will work. We are so blessed. But some of the aspects aren't working together quite right at the moment. It's a puzzle. God is a good puzzle solver. He told me today to approach my life with unfaltering trust.

So I go out of this one and into that one, knowing I can trust Him. Unfaltering trust.