|someone, ahem, has discovered my camera. 'tis not a very flattering photo, little one.|
|I love that my big boys have passed on their love of all things Lego to their younger sibs.|
They're so good at it, that they build with Levi and Moo and then take pix of their creations.
my heart swells.
|There's even a church in Legoland.|
|drawbridge n stuff.|
|oh my stars! this is where my kids' pix end and mine start....|
|The BEAN and her suncatcher!! so cute!!|
|it really is a good thing that the "babies" are so darn cute.|
|Levi did a bang up job on his space ship sun catcher!|
|What's gonna work?? teamwork!|
|my delicious new HYBRID countertop and new stainless sink and snazzalicious faucet.|
|I may or may not need a brace. I dunno.|
These are my new Mizuno shoesies. isn't it amazing how flexible I am? har har
I wanted my readers to be able to see the sheer awesome pink and greenish yellow goodness that is my shoes.
|E and his little shadow.|
They've been going on some really cool nightly adventures outside. Tonight's adventure was getting the baby possum out of our window well. ewww.
|here are my artistic children. yes, Mel is wearing lumberjack gear.|
I don't get her sometimes.
but she's pretty.
and oh so sweet.
And when I sit down to blog, all reason just flies out the window and I forget what I wanted to blog about. I truly do believe that I have some sort of memory issue. The repercussions of grief will always be present and not knowing which stage or "feeling" will be next challenges me.
I know this:
God is good. He is worthy of my trust and praise. He is faithful and His mercies are new EVERY morning. I trust Him and I know He holds my future. I have been washed by the cleansing blood of Jesus Christ.
That's about all I know.
The thought that is on replay in my mind is this (and I wonder it for myself just as much)....why can't we be even a jot as merciful as He is? I want people to be that way with me but I don't even attempt to be that way to others.
that is just a li'l snippet of what's going on with me. there is so much more but I can only blog so much...
My eldest son is one week, seven days, a little over 168+ hours from becoming an adult, a registered voter, EIGHTEEN. talk about a blubbering, nostalgic fool. that'll be me.
just wanted to warn you.
thanks for stopping by. thanks for caring. for praying. for sticking by me. it means a lot to me.