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Not me, silly - my honey
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(also known as, i don’t have the time to post anything substantial but want to connect with you anyway.)
For your viewing pleasure - this is a picture my husband did completely on Gimp on the computer. Wow. My husband is so talented. He did this computer graphically one night of his own hand. I stand in awe.
I now have pics uploaded on the computer for the posts i mentioned earlier, but still haven’t gotten around to.
Someday, people, someday.
Today my husband went back to work for a full day for the first time since before Christmas. So far my children and I are having an adjustment period missing him. We won’t be starting back to school just yet - got to do something about that printer first. Plus, you would think that Christmas just happened and that we threw all cleaning out the window for approximately 3 weeks. Oh, wait we did. So, I declare today, cleaning day. It must happen for my sanity.
I sit by the window now and see that it’s raining. Cold rain. Why? Arkansas, why? Let it snow. So that my 3 1/2 year old girl will not be distraught about seeing noggin talking about a winter wonderland and not understanding why we don’t get snow.
And if you want to win some cool stuff - go over to Heart of the Matter - we’re one year old this week. And it’s a celebration, folks!
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I only included a detail here, please go see Stephen Cefalo’s full picture of Matt at his website. Matt sat for our amazing friend yesterday for about an hour and this is the first of several sittings. Unreal. Un.Real. I saw it and teared up.
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…talkin’ ’bout my mad laundry skills…
this mornin’ while my honey was getting ready for work, i brought him his favorite shirt to wear to work. a tan t-shirt - oh, so comfy for fridays.
he took it from me and said,”why’s it look pink?”
“pink?”, i say, pretending as though there is absolutely nothing wrong with the shirt he holds in his hands.
“yeah, pink. see it?”, he says holding it into the light.
“hmm, well, you know, pink is the new brown.”
from the laugh he offered up, i’m not so sure he’s buyin’ it.
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i posted all about our tree last year. how it has colored fiber optics and white lights. my husband brought home 300 colored lights the other day. and he and the kiddos (yes, all 4 of them - it was a scene) hung them on the tree tonight. and we all loved it. so here are a couple of the updated pics. and didn’t my honey take amazing pics?!
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as their daddy walked toward the front door to leave for work, he said loudly, “bye little ones!” and they came from all directions for that absolutely beloved time of day. and each of their little personalities were as shining as they were. “BYE DADDY!” rang through the house. each so different and so wonderful. each as full of love as the next one.
my oldest, getting up slowly from his chair in front of the tv said so matter-of-factly, “bye daddy.” as though there were other, more important things to do. but his movement to the door gave away his “i wouldn’t miss this for the world” secret.
my daughter came daintily, almost on tip-toe, wearing the fuschia winter cap and matching mittens that her nana gave her last night. they coordinated perfectly with her pink minnie mouse pajamas. “bye, bye daddy!” she had almost gotten to her daddy for her last cuddle when her older brother, the so-full-of-motion-that-he-cannot-stand-still-even-for-a-moment one, passed her by. in his patented skipping running jumping move with arms flailing (for he absolutely must not be last to get his daddy’s head rubbing send-off) and so loud he could not be overlooked “BYE-BYE DADDY!!!”
and now there’s another. one that has yet to reveal his full person. or just maybe, as with the others, it’s already there and we just won’t recognize it until we look back in a few years and realize that he’s been himself from the very beginning. realizing that all the others were exodusing to the door, well, then that must be the place to be, and off he crawled in his very own crawl. one that is just him. his brothers and sister had the same crawl. a peg-leg push with one leg crawl. he’s the only one to do a classic “perfect” crawl. and he controls the speed beautifully now. seeing the others, he knew he must accelerate to not miss the excitement of the moment. letting out his own unintelligible one syllable greeting in order to be a part.
in that tiny moment of hair-touseling, knee-hugging, eyes gleaming the way they do for only one other occasion, the home-coming each day, my mundane world came into focus. the chaotic joy all around me showed itself as order. as beautiful. as perfect.
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my honey brought home donald miller’s newer book Searching For God Knows What. same author from Blue Like Jazz (which i haven’t finished yet). this one grabbed me though. wow. a must read. really. with chapters like: Naked: Why Nudity is the Point, Children of Chernobyl: Why Did God Leave?, Lifeboat Theory: How to Kill Your Neighbor, A Circus of Redemption: Why a Three-legged Man is Better Than a Bearded Woman, The Gospel of Jesus: Why William Shakespeare Was A Prophet, and others - who wouldn’t want to know what this man has to say?
and if that’s not enough here’s a little insert where he’s talking about homosexuals:
“In my opinion, if you hate somebody because they are different from you, you’d best get on your knees and repent until you can say you love them, until you have gotten your soul right with Christ. I can’t say this clearly enough: If we are preaching morality without Christ, and using war rhetoric to communicate a battle mentality, we are fighting on Satan’s side. This battle we are in is a battle against the principalities of darkness, not against people who are different from us. In war you shoot the enemy, not the hostage.”
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we’ll get back to the picture. just hang with me…
first of all, let’s go back a few days. may 8th. i had a whole post laid out perfectly in my head and then i couldn’t get on here to post. good grief. so pretend with me that it’s tuesday, may 8th, again.
what were you doing on this day (remember now, we’re back on may 8th) 8 years ago? do you know, huh, huh, do you know? i do! i do! (well, i don’t know what you were doing) i was marrying the man of my dreams. (see where the picture comes in now?) we’re celebrating 8 years this year! and what a whirlwind it has been!
i won’t rehash the complete craziness for you, but i will give you a brief rundown. we’ve moved 10 times in 8 years. we’ve had 4 children. we’ve had some fights that would put us on the charts - thrown remote controls, fist in walls, tj even witnessed a fairly loud one once! we’ve made some incredible friends along the way and lost a few as well. we’ve weathered some ridiculous stuff and laughed more than i thought i could. i love this man and i wouldn’t change a thing.
and yes, pearl, i would marry you again.