Friday, July 20, 2012

Nothing to do with Eachother

I would begin with the weight and cottony fragrance of the quilts we've made, an "All Hands Around" on the bed, a big log cabin in rainbow colors against black on the wall. In sixteen years we've made twelve quilts, used up one, burned a hole in another. In the winter we use two or three for warmth, and the first thing I see in teh morning, in the white light of our whitewashed bedroom, is the clashing colors of the quilts spilling away from me over teh bed. Then under my feet, I feel teh smooth-painted floorboards. The windows are uncurtained and unshaded, usually flat gray with morning fog. All of this is familiar and comforting.
~ from Ordinary Love & Good Will by Jane Smiley

Wednesday, July 18, 2012

Wednesday Words

From someone other than me (click the link below to read):

Monday, July 16, 2012

Wisdom Walks

While wisdom walks beside us, she guides us and we pray together:

That my time, this time (the ticks given to me, and tocks taken by the daylight hours)
Be ever used for His favor and His glory,
That my story be His story.
And each page be penned and perfumed by grace.
Each tongue turn of quiet, a tourniquet for sins beneath un-spoken.

Wisdome walk with me, hand-held, and bond un-broken.

Thursday, July 5, 2012

The Bedside Table is Improved

An alternate title for this post...
I'm already a little obsessed with T.D.


To quote my niece, when she was a toddler:

"It doesn't get better than this...I've chocolate milk in my hand and Jesus in my heart!"

Tuesday, July 3, 2012

Now Presenting...

I haven't posted in a while; life has been full of delicious surprises! This belly of mine is getting larger by the day.

We went to the 20 week ultrasound last Friday and discovered we're having a precious little girl! I could not be more elated! Just think of all the seer sucker in her future. :). Shopping is only slightly underway, but I anticipate quite the extravaganza is on the horizon.

Baby Girl is moving almost constantly and it was so interesting to me to be able to see what all those sensations I feel, look like in terms of what she's doing to cause them. She clutched at her tiny feet, spun around, thrust out her arms, dipped down into a ball, sprung back into a crescent... With all of that movement, I think I'll call her my "Tiny Dancer" until we settle on a name for her.

Even though she's not out in the world yet, this mom has started her "baby moon"!