Bear: Mom? Do you think I’d make a good pastor? Perhaps I’ll be a pastor when I grow up. I’d love to be a pastor.
Ash: Bear, if you become a pastor, I will come to every. single. one. of your sermons!
Bella: Oh, Bear! You could be a pastor at Cub-nant! Then we could all be at Cub-nant together and you could teach us!
No words.
They are my heroes.
…why the blog has been silent the past few weeks. Well, we’ve kind of been busy.
For Today, February 8, 2012…A glimpse into my day, just an ordinary day.
Outside my window…sprinkles of snow falling and then melting away.
I am thinking…about how the boys will be home very soon and we can all curl up next to the wood stove together with popcorn and hot chocolate and maybe even a movie.
I am thankful for…a fridge full of food, heavy blankets on chilly days, crackling fires, red curls, phone calls, unexpected lunch with my Brian, just living LIFE.
As you can imagine, there aren’t many places to go in our little country community for trick-or-treating fun, so we loaded up the kids and spent the evening with friends at their home downtown.
There they were, 4 boys of approximate age and 2 girls of approximate age walking down streets with their dads. She was inside carving a pumpkin and preparing chili for when they returned, and I got to sit outside on their porch and watch the festivities, passing out candy and guessing what costumes the children were wearing.
Her footfalls were soft down the stairs this morning, muffled by her sleeper jammy feet. She peeked into the den where I sat under a warm blanket in the quietness of our dark house.
“Mommy?” she whispered, curling up next to me and looking deep into my eyes, “Did you see the snow?” I nodded, gazing at her barely contained excitement. “I did.”
Her eyes sparkled (don’t they always?), “Iiiiiii LOVE it!” she threw her arms up, jumped off the couch and proceeded to twirl through the room.