It's been awhile again since I've sat here pecking away at the keys, logging life, finding beauty, making sense out of it all, and laughing at myself.
There's a lot I could say, catch up on, and remember.......
....but do you know?
Sping is here! I've been soaking it up, getting muddy and wind-whipped.
And a weird thing happened in the past few weeks. I spent a surprisingly greater amount of time with people, lots of different people and their kids, in the past couple weeks than with the blinking cursor.
I've been taking part in real life, and speaking of real life, I met my first blogging friend in person the other day. We weren't
total strangers as I know her parents, but if it hadn't been for this cyber-world, we likely never would have had the reason to meet. She blogged about our morning together
HERE, and it was such a pleasure to see her smiling face in person and to watch her adorable two-year olds. She's another mother of twins, and you can read about her adventures over at
loving on you.
The rest of the real life I've been experiencing lately speaks for itself with this week's and last week's list:
I'm thanking God for:
#221. 4 sun-kissed faces sitting around the supper table
#222. cracking the window a bit during bedtime with the kids to lay and listen to the all swans camped out in our "back yard"
#223. toddlers re-discovering their little fenced in play area
#224. watching their adventures from the kitchen window
#225. Momma and Ava time watching an amazing high school production of Beauty and the Beast
#226. Daddy and Jack-Jack time
playing working with tools and tractors
#227. the sweet smell of spring
#228. pushing, pushing, pushing toddlers in swings
#229. Ava singing, singing, singing while she swings
#230. the *squish* of the ground beneath mud boots
#231. snow melted off the garden!
#232. garden seed arriving in the mail
#234. grilling
#235. sitting on the deck reading a book
#236. the feeling of sun on bare skin!
#237. the endless chirping of so many birds
#238. the sound of the sliding screen door
#239. the sound of
The Friend's piped out truck coming rumbling down the road
#240. so many little boys....do we realize, do I grasp that the next generation of men (and women) is playing at our feet and
we're shaping them?