11.30.11

I snuck away after math to buy a few shirts at the mall. 

Then when I got home the vacuum broke. 

" I am not returning the shirts." 

I keep whispering under my breath.

11.29.11

slice and bake sometimes are the best of the best. 

It makes me feel like I may one day be the mom

I want to be.

11.28.11

we had a tough morning because it was Monday.

Then we made a fort and wore panda hats and 3d glasses and our view of life changed.

11.27.11

i always cry after he leaves.  I am not as independent as i think I am.

11.26.11

she always is so happy to see us. 

she always is ready to play

and we all need to play more.

11.25.11

grateful for my guy and cranberries.

Haiti seems too close and yet far away;

praying for peace and no anxiety the week he is gone.

11.24.11

there are no words for what these 4 mean to my guy and me.

all we can ever think of is..

thank you.

11.23.11

On our way to Waverly, we sang Worship songs and Farm watched.

Getting the fruits and veggies and seeing friends

just made the day all the better.

11.22.11

they both fell asleep on my bed and while they napped

 I kept wishing I could crawl in with them.

11.21.11

She was so brave.

 Her dad drove us home.

We held hands in the backseat. 

I cried and she watched and cried too.

Grace.

11.20.11

He took me to Panera for a coffee and baked goodie.

  He then confessed that he had won Coach of the Year, again. 

 I laughed so hard I cried. 

 Another trophy Sunday. Different tears this time.

11.19.11

the first snow and snow pants and boots didn't fit.

oh well.  they played outside for hours anyways.

11.18.11

quick preperations for an impromptu Thanksgiving

with a friend tonight.

I was on the verge of tears all day,

 tears of gratitude.

11.17.11

He came home crabby and I was already there. 

 The kids put on Christmas music and he hung the

valance and we all ended the day laughing and being silly.

I exhaled.

11.16.11

the city was too loud yesterday.

 visually and emotionally.

 maybe I can be a country girl.

 it is true... silence really is a gift.

11.15.11

after the dr. appointment, we went shopping and out to lunch.

it wasn't in the budget. But we laughed and cried and I witnessed this

girl, growing in grace...Noodles was so worth it.

11.14.11

I left her to watch her brother for about an hour while I  went outside. 

 Came in to find my kitchen had been blessed with laughter.

11.13.11

She won a trophy today and I made soup.  All day there was an undertone of grief.

Over something metal and shiny.  I don't even like tennis.