In Thanksgiving

For the joy.
The laughter.
The difficulties,
that bring perspective.

The open wounds on my heart,
forever gaping, vulnerable,
as with no other earthly phenomenon.
Seven of them,
forever imprinted on my soul.

For the gratitude,
that would otherwise go unknown,
and instead envelopes my being.

For the humility,
at knowing Who gives.
Not a loss of control,
but a giving away of it.
A release of power, to the One with answers.
A relief,
to my small being, without them.
As I know,
it is His will.

For yesterday,
right now,
and the hope of forever.
And the chance to help forever come,
to those who look to me.
That I might lead them,
and then push them ahead,
far beyond my own faith,
and then follow them.
Forever.

For ever,
for life.
For motherhood.

Change: Explained

Do I have to?
Really?
I'm not enjoying the changes of my childrens' names. It's difficult to write about them when I have to check the sidebar to remember who is who.
It feels like I'm writing about another family. It's weird.
Is it the right thing to?
Probably.
It just might take some getting used to, so I'll try.
I think it'll be worth the effort.


Also, how cute is my new widget? Who knew my baby was the size of a lime?! I would have guessed he was the size of Manhattan, given the havoc he's wreaking on my body. :o)
But so worth it.


And a new house besides? New, as in the actually quite old, inadequately sized for our growing family, temporary but necessary roof we currently have over our heads. The one that's going to allow us to save and plan for our next home (dream home?) to come at some point in the next 12 to 120 months.
Also worth it.


The only constant is change, right? I sure am not bored. Change is good.

Monkey Bread

4 cans refrigerated biscuits, cut into quarters,

rolled in cinnamon and sugar, piled into bundt pan.

1 stick of butter melted with 1 cup brown sugar, poured over top of biscuits.

Baked at 350 degrees for 30 minutes.

Quickly devoured by wide-eyed children.

Speaking of change...

...life is full of them, isn't it? Too many to blog about sometimes.

For now, here is my afternoon, in a nutshell:

That is a dum dum sucker, and this is approximately 2 hours after a bath.