We've got the Christmas time traditions crankin' and now the added bonus, the fuel on the fire, of the in-9-months-there-will-be-another-baby-in-this-house thing making us all giddy.
Pulling to stand like a big girl and staying up for almost a minute. Enough time to completely destroy the pantry or any other surface that, in her opinion, needs some shifting around.
My daughter, Alice Elizabeth, who I am so proud of.
And then there's this one.
We went to Hobby Lobby and I love their sweet staff there, they try so hard to greet us and wipe off the look on their faces that say, "Are you nuts, lady? You're bringing 3 kids into this store?"
We made a quick stop at the park on the way home. The swings were calling our names.
And the laundry grows, the dirt settles in, and sandwiches are served at dinner.
Ebb and flow, I'm learning to love you.
We decided we needed some oatmeal. But not just any kind of oatmeal, we wanted Jenny's Peanut Butter & Honey Oatmeal.
They go even better with a little jammied baby body.
My friends rallied on that day, the day of the funeral, and have continued to lavishly love me, meeting me in the place of loss.
My friend Stacie brought me a box full to the brim with notes from all of my dearest friends, telling me truth, sharing His words, conveying His nearness.
I feel His nearness. I feel His love.
Nothing will come close to touching the way the Lord has captured my heart on this day.
Happy weekend to all.