Oh, the slippers. I had fully intended on taking them off before I jumped in this shot. After setting up my self timer though it completely slipped my mind until I loaded the pictures and lo and behold, there they are, front and center! I still love the picture regardless. I have to be honest. I wear these slippers all the time. All the time! Summer, winter, it doesn't matter. I love how they feel on my feet, but I hate how they look.
Well, the other day it happened. I had an appointment to be at so I loaded up my boys (Sienna was at school) and drove to our destination. As I opened my door to get out I looked down and realized I was wearing them. Yes, the slippers. This is something that has almost happened a number of times, but I always caught it at the last minute. Not this day. Now, if it were still winter out I would have have been okay with it. They could have just passed for some really ugly UGG knock offs. It was hot though. How ridiculous was I going to look! Thankfully, my husband had come to watch the boys while I ran into my appointment so I stole his shoes (which were gross and sweaty) and ran into Walmart with the few minutes I had to spare. I found myself some $2 sandals which were a huge upgrade from those ugly slippers. Close call though. I am going to be sure to check my feet twice before leaving the house. Or perhaps I will search for some more stylish slippers...
I feel like Mother's Day should be Child Appreciation Day. They are the ones who made us Mothers, after all. Without my children I wouldn't bear such a noble title. Had I not met there sweet little faces the day they were born I wouldn't know how to love so fiercely. I would not be the woman I am today without having experienced the joys as well as the trials that each one of my littles has created amongst their short little lives. Next to meeting my Savior, these children I have been entrusted with have caused me to grow more than anything else I've experienced in my years. They are my gifts. Greater than any flower or well-written card. Treasures beyond measure. My inheritance.
"Children are an inheritance from the Lord. They are a reward from him."
Don't get me wrong. I am thankful that there is a day set aside to honor this role. It isn't an easy one. Becoming a mother caused me to see my own mom in a whole different light. How hard she worked. How much she sacrificed for my sister and I. I am so thankful for her. I am thankful for all the 'moms' in my life. I am surrounded by many strong women. Wonderful examples for me to follow..
So blessings to all you moms out there!
I pray you are showered with love and affection by the ones who gave you that title this weekend!
I am so thankful for your arrival. Although my house has been neglected because of you since we are having to much fun outside and then dragging all that dirty fun inside. Oh well.. So worth it. I will take dirty kids and a dirty house in exchange for this sun any day..
I am so grateful for all that you do for our family. I feel so bad about all the yard work that lies ahead. It will be so great though once all the grade work is fixed and we can lay all the sod. Oh, grass.. It will be glorious. (right now we have a lot of dirt patches in our yard.. hence the dirty children)
Next time you go to the bathroom pay attention okay. It is always a good idea to lift the lid before you go. That way your feet won't get wet. Oh, little boys.
When you ask to ride your little fire truck to walk Sienna to the bus you should be prepared to ride it all the way home too, okay? Today I managed to carry you, your fire truck, and Sienna's bike all the way home, but it isn't really something I'd like to have to accomplish again. While it builds up my mommy muscles, it's just not that fun. Love you to bits though.
You seem like such a young lady lately. I know that is how growing works, but sometime this past week you've gone from little girl to young lady. I am thankful that you still like to sing silly songs, watch cartoons, and play with your dolls. You did ask me for a cell phone this week, but it was so you could text me to tell me which bike you'd like me to bring for you to ride home from the bus. I think that can wait a few years. You'll just have to tell me before you go to school, okay?
You are picking up again. Praying I can keep up. It will be an interesting balance! Like walking on a tightrope. One step at a time. I'm learning to say yes to some things even though they are challenging and stretching and no to others as I attempt to keep a balance in my home. I don't have a natural business sense so I find it difficult to stay organized. I am growing though. It is exciting to be stretched in new ways!
I'm thankful for community. For relating with people near and far. For encouraging words and response to this little place, this post. Sometimes my words feel odd, and while they resound within me I am still humbled that they can resound with others as well. Praying you all have an amazing weekend filled with all the things you love!
I woke early this morning. Sat up with a stretch and a yawn and tip toed quietly down the stairs, careful to not wake a soul. I made myself a cup of coffee. My Keurig, which may be the best invention ever, seemed so loud amidst the silence I was surrounded by. An instinct to 'shush' it arose within me as the coffee trickled down into my mug. I mixed in my cream and sugar and carried my mug to the couch with me. The comfort that comes from grasping a warm drink in my hands in unmatched. I sat on the couch and opened God's Word. Finally. This is the place I had been craving to find for days. This quiet. Quiet enough to hear the Still Small Voice. The place I can gather God's word, read over and over the scriptures He's been speaking to my heart. Time with my Father. Wrapped in His presence, His love. The place where my spirit is filled, my soul is renewed, and my faith revived.
After spending some time in this perfect place I heard a stirring. The familiar creak of a little boys' bed followed by foot steps. Those foot steps soon came closer til my not-so-little Coen was sleepily pulling himself onto my lap. His length did not prevent him from tucking himself into the nook of my neck and bending his legs up enough to be wrapped in my arms. As he settled into this place I felt him relax every limb and let out a sigh. I breathed him in. So thankful that he came to me, climbed into my lap, and was content to just stay. We stayed like this for quite some time.
How fitting, I thought as I lay with one of my littles upon my chest. Is this how our Father feels when we come to Him? As we come to Him, placing ourselves into His presence, peace comes, and we let out a sigh.. Our loving Father wraps us up, thankful we've come to Him, ready to pour out his affection, hoping we will be content to stay a while..