baby wings

Sometimes you just feel so blessed by people who take your baby under their wing... take all that is important to her... and give her the support she needs
 to fly.

3 bags. 2 baskets and an hour

Coming home from work today I get excited...
heading to Gibbon to get 10 dozen eggs from an organic free range chicken, beef farmer...
I am thinking about my Thursday, Friday, Saturday and Sunday off.
I am thinking about everything I have to do on Thursday...
a mammogram for lu, a dentist appointment for lu and myself, a chiro appointment for me, an appointment to see a potential respite care person, a grease and oil change for Curts car, a clinic bill to pay, a carpenter coming to talk about some things on the house, praise team music to pick out and put in books...
ahhh to set the goal...
When I get home I see our Lacey and Nola Jean out the door with their 6 dozen fresh, free range eggs... Nola tells me "thanks for the fun time gramma pammie". I give her a flower, and another one for her daddie, it dances in the sunshine.
The car loaded down with fresh flowers and clean laundry, a precious baby belted in her seat with her snack.
Waving...
they leave for the cities.
Coming in the house I load up the papers for Gaylord, and take lu along.  We drop off papers, stop to see Linda at Billy and Stephs, drop off gramma D's fresh, free range eggs,
drop of Curts car at the Bergs boys.
Walking to our house I remember the goal as the clock ticks past a bed time.
There they are sitting, those 3 bags, and 2 baskets.
Full
Full of stuff I have collected through the week when I have been in a hurry.
I have an hour.
I sit and sift through all the papers, books, bills, treasures.
Thank you God for an extra hour that you give sometimes,
for us to sift through all the stuff.
You remind me gently of the gift you gave me...
waving,
with dancing flowers in her hand.

Dinasours

In July of 2012 one of my co-workers was talking about the Minnesota Zoo having a Dinosaur exhibit.  I could hardly contain myself as I planned on taking my Conner D, who is always talking about Dinosaurs to the zoo.  I called momma Emily, called Grandma, asked Lacey if her and Nola would want to meet us...
and away we went on my Thursday off...
we got there and it poured down rain...
it quit as quickly as it started and in we went.
I couldn't find these pictures for one year.
I found them now...
so here they are, my babies and I at the Dinosaur exhibit!

Victory

Sometimes I tend to start to wonder "what in the world is going on down here Lord"...
I start to question things and think to deeply...
Then I remember the Lord is in control, He has already won the victory and we are His always and forever.
and I remember this picture of a small child's praise...
and all is well with my soul.

A garage sale

Nola's Kitchen

 "Mom! Mom!  Lacey! Mom!  Come see, come see here!"

I heard Nola "lelling" to me from the other room.  When I went into see what was the matter, I was met with her running up to all bug eyes, wrapping her arms around my legs.

"There's a KITCHEN!  Back there!  It's a big KITCHEN for cooking food!  I think it's for me!"

I told her I bet it was for her, and that Grandma Pam got it for her.  I spent the next ten minutes helping her find things around the kitchen to play with: a spatula, mixer, bottles that she made me fill with water.  I gave her a lid to use as a pan but she brought it back to me after she put it on the burner and contemplated it for a moment.

"Mom.  This is too square.  I need a hexagon.  The burner is a hexagon.  Can you find me a hexagon?"

I checked out the burner and she was right!

One fine day when coming home from Gaylord swim lessons with Conner D and Hayden Hope, I saw the sign...
we pulled in...
the rest is history!

  

This for that

If I could go back and change anything in my life, but I had to give up this night...
I wouldn't go back...
Besides,
changing things would change this
and I wouldn't want that!

A mothers heart

Your life is not your own (Jeremiah 10:23).  No one tells you that better than your child.
You know how it is...
Our plans, schedules, dreams, dates...
Are changed by our children.
A mothers plans change according to our children...
And we drop everything and pick them up for a picture when they are in the mood.
In the midst of losing our lives, don't loose heart...
nurture your mothers heart, it is the wellspring of life.
Take time with your mothers heart...
what ever little time you may have...
and walk with God.
Nurture and build your relationship with Him...
as you balance on the beam of life.

(...and as always, thanks for taking some of that precious time and sharing it with us!)
some words by S E from her book "You are Captivatting, Celebrating a Mothers Heart, as changed by me, mother of the mother of this sweet baby girl)