my neighbor watches camden once a week for an hour so that miles and i can go out on a date.
and sometimes those dates are really good and sometimes those dates are hard.
(i mean, what 3.5 year old loves being told no to a cookie all the time?!)
anyway. i am really grateful for these dates.
i feel like it gives me a quiet peek into what's really going on in miles' head.
it's not like it is deep conversation.
we're mostly talking about lightning mcqueen.
but there's no one else there. it's just me and him.
and i have started to make him hold my hand.
and he has started interlocking fingers with me.
we have had a case of the sickies around here.
also known as: me taking every advantage i can to cuddle my kids.
we've also had a case of the debbie downers.
too many hard days in a row around here.
there have been deaths, there has been disobedience, there have been hurt feelings.
there has been a lack of dependence on the Lord.
it feels like a LOT of losing and not a lot of winning.
i saw this quote a long time ago and it has stuck with me.
because we don't just praise him when everything is amazing.
we praise him when it is HARD. especially when it is hard.
my sister came to visit.
she prides herself on what she teaches my kids.
this visit, she taught them how to do the worm on the floor.
she also might be mad at me for this, but she asked me to take a video.
just to see if "she still had it."
miles is still trying to do the worm.
saw this quote a few weeks ago.
because i can name off several grudges i have held.
ones that i've "forgiven."
but ones that i keep bringing up.
"oh she goes down in history as the person that's hurt me the most, but i mean, i forgive her and stuff."
ya, super Godly.
then i saw this quote, and it basically slapped me in the face one day.
and i decided something right there.
enough holding on to things of the past...no matter how deep or how hurtful.
no matter if the other person doesn't get it or has never apologized.
time to forgive. time to move on. time to quit bringing it up.
[quote was by beth moore.]
she gets herself in TROUBLE.
i walked in on her climbing out of her crib.
this was her response.
grammy bought her a kitchen for christmas!
she's cooking me plastic donuts all day longggggggg.
just another sunset with my boy.
just watching a little tinkerbell on a cold sunday morning.