“I’m glad that Jesus died on the Cross, and God’s love is so great that if we could learn to love others that much it would take our whole life and more.” (~Asher)
God’s great love.
For my son, now His son.
Amazing grace.
Overwhelming love.
Intense joy.
Gratefulness at what God has done in Asher’s heart.
This is something we have longed for and prayed for, but something we could not make happen, only God could.
Asher heard the call of mercy and ran headlong as he tends to do with everything.
“Tell a man he is brave, and you help him become so.”
(~Thomas Carlyle)
They stood on the porch, handsome in their uniforms and hugged and made silly faces and posed for first day of school pictures. I laughed and clicked away, trying to hide the hurt in my heart. Saying good-bye is never easy for me, but when it comes to watching my boys grow up more and more and head off to school, the tug at my heart is heavy.
I sat with my boys breathing in the beautiful smell of sweat and dirt and grass. Summer boys, I call them. We talked about star-gazing, and I read them one of my favorite quotes about the stars.
Ash watched me leaf through my journal to find the quote. Ever the thoughtful one, he asked me about it–what I write in it. We talked about how it’s a place I share my heart, my life. He got it. (I just love that he gets it!)
This need to put my heart somewhere because if I keep it all inside I might burst.
For her birthday, Bella received a toy bracelet with a princess trinket dangling and sparkling. She is all about those bobbles and bangles. However, her new bangle has a hard time staying clipped on. This is partly due to poor craftsmanship and partly due to it belonging to a rambunctious (albeit adorable) four-year-old.
Asher had been watching throughout the day as she wailed every time it fell off. I would soothe her and show her how it wasn’t broken, only disconnected. I would warn her to be careful and not pull on it or it might get lost.
… I give you a post from a year and a half ago right after I had finished radiation. I just needed to laugh today.
So, this whole “going back to being a mom full-time” after months of other people caring for my children while I recovered? Not so sure I’m ready. I totally want to be ready. In my mind I am ready. My body gives out on me about halfway through the day, but if I can get a nap (that’s a big if!), then I can continue. I think the question is, “Am I mentally ready?” Perhaps it’s because my children are crazy! Crazy fun. But also just plain crazy.