Who would imagine a foggy snapshot could be such a beautiful representation of God’s glory? That’s what I saw in the early morning hours on the 18th of January. A picture of God. A wonderful new day. A layer of clouds on Earth that I knew would soon lift to reveal his creation more clearly to me. The majesty of the morning.
It seems that foot growth comes in waves in our house. All of the kids were due for new footwear at once. Or perhaps it was just that their negligent mother finally noticed their little worn soles and scrunched toes. I’m not sure. Regardless, Saturday we proceeded on the dreaded journey of shoe shopping. Brad took the big boys, I got the little ones. I’m still not sure who got the short straw on that one but our independent adventures both ended in success… new kicks for the kiddos!
Unfortunately, Jacob’s are already filthy after 4 hours of wear today. That’s what happens when you mix wet Georgia clay and an 8 year old boy. Oh well, what’s a mom to do? At least the rain from those puddles he cannot seem to avoid won’t make it all the way to his socks now.
“There is no delight in owning anything unshared.”
Seneca
I completely disagree. I refuse to share my towel!
There are a couple of things that I cannot share with my wonderful family. My toothbrush is one of those things. That’s just yuck & a story for another day. My bath towel is another. You may argue that towels are primarily used to dry off clean bodies so it shouldn’t bother me. That argument is not valid enough to make me change my mind. I now have a recently pubescent boy in my house and let’s just face it, he never smells entirely fresh… even immediately post-shower. He does, however, have a propensity for using my towel! And yes, we have more than one bathroom in the apartment, my kids just don’t realize it. I’ve tried putting it on a special rack, using only hot pink towels, you name it.
So, here is my latest solution. My towel, wherever it is, is donned with this adorable ribbon doo-dad. It was originally purchased for Arabella’s room but I feel serves a much more noble purpose in my bathroom. It clearly marks the piece of terrycloth that is not to be touched, and so far, it has worked. No funky smells noted. I’m so proud.
Jacob got a new Dinosaur game today and we had a lovely time playing it. Until he lost. Then it was tears and gnashing of teeth because he is the Dinosaur expert and it simply wasn’t fair! To his credit, he did know every trivia answer unlike his mother and sister who mostly guessed. But his little playing piece landed on the “Give a Dinosaur” spot at the very end of his journey across the board and demanded that he give back his winning Sauropod. It was a sad moment for all of us, but a fine lesson in “playing the game”.
No special story. No special occasion. Just a daddy and his youngest son sharing a fun moment.
A calculator, batteries, watercolors, a manual or two? How about some packing tape, some pink hair bows or a light bulb? Perhaps you are in need of a screwdriver, some 3D glasses, a Bakugan toy or a hole punch? Or is it a pencil, ruler, scissors, an easel or a Christmas ornament you desire? A band-aid, jump rings, some candy, a watch, or a PedEgg? A dog collar, a hair brush, a lighter or a level?
These are a few of the things you can find in our junk drawer… AFTER it has been cleaned out. I love this drawer! Seriously.
Happy birthday, my younger man. You’re catching up 
.
You are more than you see. You are more than I show you. You are strong. Gifted. Handsome. God fearing. Generous. Mine.
And I love you.
Thank you, Ellis, for being a good sport. Arabella enjoyed having an extra little one to take care of for a while last night. I’m sure sweet baby boy enjoyed it, too .
We didn’t get any snow, but it is still pretty cold way down here in Georgia this week. I was driving around town today and noticed this bird “walking” on a lake. I was so intrigued that I pulled over. There was a patch of ice in the middle of this small body of water and he found it. Fascinated, I watched him for several minutes as he seemed to enjoy the impossibility of his feat. A nice moment that I consider a small gift from my big God.
