I ALLOWED myself to LOSE myself

I let myself laugh today- I mean REALLY laugh. It felt so very good to let my “parental” hair down and ALLOW myself to LOSE myself in a fit of giggles with my week away from being 16 year old girl over a silly pair of flesh colored sparkly thong underwear! So often I feel like I have to be the staunch parent; always admonishing, always training. Today, however, while bra and panty shopping with and for said child, I just allowed myself to laugh! As both of us almost ended up on the floor of the lingerie section in the middle of JC Penny, dissolved into a mess of uncontrolled giggles, I felt like my old self today. I felt good today. Better still, I felt alive today. I think I’ll do it again sometime- allow myself to lose myself, that is!

Things I Love About Being Family Of 4

1.  A gallon of milk NEVER goes bad anymore before we can finish it
2.  A whole box of spaghetti doesn't produce days and days of leftovers- sometimes, not even one!


3.  A misheard/"missung" song lyric can bring uproarious giggles for days to come


4.  Quiet is so strange now.


5.  Teachable moments happen every day


6.  There's always someone to talk to


7.  On rare occasions, we get to have "Pajama Saturday" where we have nothing to do but stay home and spend time with each other.  Today was one of those days- the first one, I think, since FALL!
It's been awesome, and helps the batteries recharge for the busy week that will start tomorrow!

Not Enough

My praises to you, God seem weak
It is your pleasure that I seek.
My sole desire is your praises to ring-
all I ever really want to do is sing, sing sing.

I feel like sung praises saturate the air,
an intimate act, meant only for a pair
The Bride of Christ, and my awaiting groom.
woven together, as on a loom.

My spoken prayers seem Oh, so trite-
but sung praises set my Living Soul to flight!
The times I spend in song with Jesus allow me to feel his sheer delight.

On The Occasion of the Adoption of William Richard and Katherine Rosemary McKeithan

To my dears, Will and Katherine-
One day, you will read this.  there are some things I want you to know.
I love you.  Not only do I "just" love you, but I am absolutely, undeniably, wholeheartedly hopelessly IN LOVE with you.  I love every single thing about you.  I love the way the feel of your skin lingers on the tips of my fingers.  I love watching you sleep and seeing the truest and purest of you while you dram.  I love seeing your legs stick out of the covers.
Will, I love how your hair gets bushy when you haven't had a hair cut, just like your dad.
Katherine, I love that you love clothes and shoes, just like me.
Will, I love that you are the protector- always watching out for your sister, and for me.  You are going to grow up to be a FINE gentleman!
Katherine- I love that you are always eager to teach someone.  You are patient and encouraging.

We have talked several times about how we came to be a family.  I want you to know that I TRULY believe in my heart we are meant to be together.  I know you must feel at times like you were abandoned.  I know you heard that word in court today, and I know it bothered you.  Sweethearts, dear ones, you were NOT abandoned.  The Lord had Shelley play a very special part in your lives.  HE put each of you into her womb to carry you, because HE knew I could not carry you in mine.  Just as God had a special plan for you, He had a special plan for Shelley.  Never speak poorly of her.  God fulfilled his purpose in her.  You have heard me say many times that we were meant to be together, it just took us a little while to get together.  It's true.
I think that's all I had to say.  I want to leave you with lyrics to a special song.  It's called The Letter and it's written and sung by Steve Green.


My child, I pray you’ll listen to a thing I must confess, you’ve been a treasure buried deep within my busyness. You were not born into this world to live an orphan’s life, and by God’s grace I long to make it right.
CHORUS
Your life’s a living letter that’s a sacred certainty. A poem of perfect praise, that’s what I hope you will be. It’s all you were and all you are and all you’ll ever be. Your life’s a letter written there by me. (Your life’s a letter written there by me.
Day by day I write across the pages of your life some sentences of kindness and some paragraph of light. May they be words of love and words of hope not words of dark despair, for on your soul the world will read them there.

More Mouths Of Babes

Oh, the things kids say...
Last night, as K was choosing her ice cream flavor, she told her daddy she like "Moose Crack".  Now, I'm not sure if she's talking about the addictive powers of chocolate and peanut butter cups, or..... maybe we'll never know!
We have been discussing the weather a lot, with the arrival of Hurricane Irene.  We've talked about how hurricanes spawn tornadoes.  Will informs us that although hurricane winds will knock you down, tornadoes will "KNOCK YOU UP"!
Oh my, what am I going to to with these two?  They definitely bring a lot of laughter into our lives!

A Better Day

Today was a much better day.  I didn't lose my cool  I stayed calm.  I handled things as they came.  Thank you to all who prayed.  I appreciate it more than you will ever know!

Why Does Satan Attack On Wednesday?

Wednesday.  Hump Day.  Middle of the week.  Fall church activities start soon.  At work, it's Cheesy Bacon Burger Day.  Who could have a bad day on CBB day?
Apparently I can.
Why does Satan seem to start hurl his darts my way on Wednesday?
Why do my children choose Wednesday to irk my nerves?
Tonight I feel like a failure of a mother.  I do.
I got into a power struggle with my dear daughter, and she  won!
I totally flew off the handle.
Sometimes I wonder if the reason we were childless for so long is because God knew I'd be a horrible mother?  Maybe I'm not meant to handle this.
So frustrating...
hopefully Thursday will be better...