In January, our oldest turned seven.
One day before I began treatment for my thyroid cancer.
Last January, our oldest turned six.
The same day as my last chemo treatment for my breast cancer.
Both years he had the flu for his birthday.
The poor kid can’t catch a break.
But he has never complained. (I’ve done all the complaining for him.)
This past weekend my dear friend, Monica, came for a visit (more on that to come). While here, Bella fell in love with Moni’s “yipstick case” for her “yip gwoss”. Bella got more lip gloss in her birthday party treat bag from Asher’s Jedi Party (more on that to come, too.) Moni left her lipstick case here for Bella, as well as a second lip gloss, which she puts on constantly and carries around in her little pink purse.
This morning while playing cars with Bear and Bella, I had McQueen, she had Sally. After she went through the car wash, I told her to have Sally meet McQueen at the cinema for a movie date.
Yesterday I sat at my computer and wept as I read my friend, Julie’s, description of a worshipping community she visited. She paints an amazing picture of people who put faith and prayer into action, and it’s a gorgeous portrait of God’s grace woven into the tapestry of their lives. It made me think of Charles Wesley’s hymn, “O For A Heart To Praise My God”.
Here is Wesley’s hymn.
O for a heart to praise my God,
A heart from sin set free,
A heart that always feels Thy blood
So freely shed for me.
Today I was folding clothes while the littles were eating lunch. Every time we fold clothes, it’s a game. I say my pants are Daddy’s and Bear laughs every time, “Noooo, Mommy, those aren’t Daaaaaaddy’s.” And on and on it goes. I grabbed Ash’s Green Bay Packers long-sleeved tee and said, “Well, I better put this in the Bear pile since it’s your favorite team.”
“No, Mommy,” that grin gets me every time, “That’s Asher’s favorite team.”
“It is? Well, who is your favorite team?”
He cocked his head, “The Jets.”
The year’s at the spring
And day’s at the morn;
Morning’s at seven;
The hillside’s dew-pearled;
The lark’s on the wing;
The snail’s on the thorn;
God’s in His heaven -
All’s right with the world!
~Robert Browning
In keeping with our annual “grilling on the first day of Spring no matter what the weather really is,” we’re grilling up some salmon and steaks with Bri’s parents. Add to that some fresh green beans, artisan wheat bread, and a salad, all followed by some Starbuck’s decaf and a piece of chocolate fudge toffee cake. Can you tell I’m finally feeling better from that nasty infection? Food is exciting to me again.