Chris doesn't travel often but when he does, there's a series of green lights that sound off and make way for happy occurrences of letting go.
Welcoming simplicity and ease.
Green light for baking and making, leaving messes for later when babies are sleeping and mama is by herself. Maybe she'll scrub away and maybe she'll discover Pinterest and be forever inspired into the wee hours of the night.
A wreath made out of cinnamon sticks?
We're granted later bed times because popcorn and movies await little jammied baby bodies snuggled up under blankets and fluffy pillows. Maybe some mani-pedis too.
And mama sleeps in a bit later until little babies, who have curled up to snuggle all night, have stirred to coherency requesting breakfast and cartoons. Granted.
Today's Saturday breakfast deliciousness, Overnight Cinnamon Rolls.
This recipe didn't disappoint and left some sticky, messy girls very happy.
Green light for the mama to sneak away to celebrate with other sweet mamas.
She's having a girl.
The Lord has written a sweet story here of provision, speaking to deep dreams that swell in this mama's heart. We laughed, indulged, and cried.
Because He's so good.
There are delicate joys awaiting the Wendorff family. Precious memories are coming.
Off to the park we went.
Bunny is crawling. It makes me cry. It makes me act like a nut.
And yes, there were plenty of meltdowns, runny noses, diaper blow outs, fits over who had that dad-gum Barbie first, and me biting my tongue with the because-I-said-so's stirring in my tired brain from the long days.
And I just plain missed him.
Which all contributes to the necessity of why there must be more green lights.
Green light for humility and drinking in His grace, which is even more desired...and granted by His tender heart.
Here's to enjoying my babies and embracing the interruptions as a dear friend reminded me.
Green light, you are welcome here.
The crawling baby agrees.