Sunday, April 16, 2017

A Creek In The Woods

Over spring break, we visited a spot that I frequented when I only had two children. Burl and Fern were Ridge and Lark's age, so naturally my mama heart skipped a beat. (Click here for a cute memory.) 

We've spent a lot of time in these woods near the VW car factory, and now we're back with Ridge wearing the same cheeks and boots that Burl had then. It messes with my Mama head to remember a sweet special season while living in a sweet special season of my life. TOO MUCH GOODNESS TO ABSORB. 

At first the big kids were skeptical that they could have fun here, then one look at the creek and they were engaged. Ridge got wet, but powered through and didn't stop exploring. 

Burl had some plans and kindly led Fern through his agenda. They fed off of each other, and I was encouraged once again to pray that Fern marries a man who leads her like Burl, with excitement and gentleness, and pray that Burl marries a woman who follows him like Fern with joy and adoration. They are a sweet pair. 

We played for a while until I gave Ridge a break. Despite being cold from his wet clothes, Ridge would have stayed all day but I couldn't watch him shiver anymore. We wrapped up this session of creek fun, and I promised the kids that we would be back again. 

Tuesday, April 4, 2017

When You Give A Child Some Water

It was a case of "when you give a mouse a cookie" afternoon. 

They each wanted a cup of water to take outside, "to drink." We know how that goes: the water turned to inventions that turned into mud that turned into worms that turned into happy children in the perfect mess.

I love seeing them like this. This is what perfect childhoods are made of. 

Hopefully this scene will continue to be a regular part of their little lives and John won't be telling me to "grab the camera and come quick." But when he follows it up with "can dinner wait, they're having so much fun?" the answer will always be yes.

Saturday, March 25, 2017

Tummy Time Cheeks

It's all about the cheeks. John and I talked in detail about each of our children's cheeks and how they hang. Burl's were out and down, Fern's squeezed her mouth, Ridge's were more to his side, and now we're watching Lark. Tummy time proves the best way to observe them. 

Thursday, March 23, 2017

Six Part Circus Goes To Virginia

There's a feeling of going home when I go to Grandma Polly's house. When I head northeast for a Virginia visit, I'm flooded with memories of my childhood. I remember spots on the interstate, going over the hills on Timberlake road, the anticipation of the last few blocks before we turn onto her street and the simple enthusiasm she greets us with. Her house, with its decorations and function, have not changed since I was a child. It's the best constant that I've had in my life, thank you Jesus. 

I always had space to be a child there. Three generations of women grew up on that street, and the stories are plentiful. "We would only come inside to eat," was fuel to my childhood heart. I explored the neighborhood with my brothers in the same way that my mom did, and now I get to take my children there. 

This weekend we took our circus to Grandma Polly's sanctuary for a four day visit. Burl and Fern have been asking to return, and I was eager to introduce her to Ridge and Lark. 

It was a fantastic trip. She adored them. We saw some sites, did some things, and poked around. Nothing about that was as special as sitting on the floor on her den, playing with my children, and watching her laugh at us. She never stopped watching and she never stopped laughing. I loved it so. 

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