The mystery of it all, the secret ingredient, the wow factor. The real deal.
Well lately around these parts, the realness and here's-how-it-really-goes-down factor has officially set up camp in our house and has no intention of leaving for awhile.
Somewhere between my goldfish dusted floors and the endless laundry, I find myself in a season of adjustment and change, at times on full display for all to see and other moments, behind the scenes.
A family in the making.
Behind the scenes, sisterhood is brewing and between these sisters it's 80% butterflies and rainbows and 20% havoc.
A natural piece to little girls with the sass and ugliness they can just tap into whenever they want, because it's there. And a piece learned, watching their mama when the same ugliness is chosen over kindness and grace in her response.
And then there's Bunny.
Behind her little voice and whale spout hair, she is absolutely fierce. Sister has made it very clear she is not the baby, and she means it. She is a sister, a big sister, and she can keep up with the older girls.
She pushes, pulls hair.
She swallowed her hair barrette today.
She's loud, wants to be heard and flashes that mouth full of teeth with the bluest eyes deep in thought of her next move.
Because that's how silent ninjas operate.
Sweet birthday girl, Brentley.
We are learning together and having a blast along the way.
Babies nap wherever they can, snoozing through ballet lobbies, gymnastic lessons, carpool lines, and errands.
PB Cup Cookies
2 1/4 c. flour
1 tsp. soda
1/2 tsp. salt
1 1/2 sticks softened butter
1/4 c. peanut butter
3/4 c. sugar
3/4 c. brown sugar
1/2 package bite size PB cups, chopped
1. whisk dry ingredients, set aside
2. in mixer cream butters and sugar
3. add eggs
4. slowly add dry ingredients, then PB cups
5. plop on greased sheets
6. bake at 350 for 7-9 minutes
They make for a fabulous snack, meal, or nibble over a chat about why she chose to cut a chunk of her hair off while I was bathing her sister.
How family walks bring us together, sweet time cherished mixed with tantrums over which street to take and tired voices whining for more snack, more shade, more independence.
I think my love for behind the scenes, secrets revealed, and creativity unleashed, is the very thing I wrestle with of wanting it polished and perfected yet loving the messes and unforeseen created beauty He can make of it.
Behind the scenes is messy. I am getting to say I'm sorry to my kids a lot. In between the meetings and gatherings, the house is grimy, and who needs a bath is measured by looking at finger nails because I can't remember when the last soaking was.
I love it. I love it because it's us, it's real, and it's the perfect chance to even more embrace and boast of our weaknesses because in those, His power is made perfect. Because our behind the scenes failures are surrounded by the Lord's grace and affection.
We are learning.
A family in the making.