Thursday, November 24, 2011

Friday, November 18, 2011

Middle of the Night Call

He called for me at 4am and by the way he
said my name I knew.

Preschool Art Made Me Cry

Friday, November 11, 2011

Monday, November 7, 2011

One Year Ago

Curious to remember what my boys were like
just a year ago I hunted down this photo,
taken in early November last year.

Look at Nolan.
Not walking in the photo.
Now he runs, leaps, jumps!
And he has curly how now.
(did i ever tell you how his hair went from straight to curly?)
And preschool and can apparently do everything for himself.

Sunday, November 6, 2011

About Those Seven Years

I’ve been thinking a lot about
the last seven years of my life
as our anniversary neared.
And here it is.
Seven years.
Just like that.
I’m less sentimental about this anniversary
maybe because my thoughts have
naturally turned towards how life
has been different these last seven years.
And here is what I’ve got to say
about seven years of marriage.
1. I started thinking about the last seven years
of my life but quickly realized that my life was
not accurate. It is our life that I think about.
2. I still don’t like living in themiddleofnowhere.
How much longer until we can move?
3. I always thought it was romantic that
my onetruelove would bring me my favorite
coffee drink. Now I think it is romantic if my
onetruelove asks me if I’d like him to bring me
some Advil when he is getting himself some.
4. I still like to wear my tiara.


Wednesday, November 2, 2011

Storm Clouds

A note about Halloween
At first Luke wanted to be the Doppler for Halloween.
Mercifully, he changed his mind and requested a storm cloud costume.
With a button for the lighting.
Button…glow sticks…same happy effect.

I've Been Benched

My newly minted four year old
can now do everything by himself.
Or so he tells me.
You should see him lecturing me
on what a big boy he is
while he combs his hair in four
different directions.
And now the big boy’s little brother
only wants the big boy to help
him take off his shoes and jacket.
I get called in off the bench to
assist with a pesky zipper
or to give some socks a pull but
really I’m left to freak out and panic
about toddlers becoming big boys
and big boys turning to…well I
won’t even say it.

And as I was driving my boys home
from music class and lunch out together
I thought that life feels like sand falling through
your fingers. Life is moving quick-
sometimes hard to tell if you don’t have
little things growing right in front of you—
but it was a sweet reminder to work hard
because soon my time raising my boys to
become good and godly men will be over.