1. This girl.
She’s coming to visit us in two weeks! Poor Florida baby is gonna freeze!
When her parents told her she was going to SD this was her reaction:
Cleo will be 4 months old tomorrow! She is such a precious little monkey and we can’t wait to love on her! And we get to see Jim too which means we’ll eat like kings and queens as he’s an awesome cook! Yes. Yes we will make him cook on his vacation!
We usually get a Cleo picture of the day. This was what we got this morning:
Haha, she’s so funny!
2. This boy.
He cracks me up every day. We have a morning ritual of him asking for help to get dressed, and me telling him he can do it by himself, and then me giving in and helping him. (Please no parenting advice, I need to pick my battles!)
This morning I said, “Caleb when you are married are you gonna call your momma every morning and ask me to come help you get dressed?”
He said, “No. I’ll have my wife help me.”
3. This girl.
My precious Angel cakes. She’s been sad the last few days. She cried as she told me two nights ago at bedtime that she misses Grama and Papa and Allie dog and our farm and the farm animals and her mothie.
(She captured a moth a few weeks back and of course it died. She’s been traumatized by it dying. 😦 )
I hug her and rub her back and tell her it’s ok to be sad. I don’t know what else to say.
4. The farm
I too miss the farm so much. I know I have to let it go, and I think I’m slowly doing that. Loss is hard especially when others don’t understand or it seems like not that big of a loss. To me it was a huge loss and it put a hole in my heart that hopefully will heal.
5. This study.
I’ve done it two times before and now I’m doing it a third time with a group of loving, compassionate ladies. I’m so thankful for the opportunity to be real and raw and wide open with the struggle of distorted thoughts.
I was nervous and scared and overwhelmed with starting the Partial Hospital Program. But I have learned so much about myself. God has and is using it to bring great healing.
7. This guy.
I love him so much! Grey hair and all.
(I am ignoring the filthy kitchen. My filthy kitchen does not define who I am. Despite my filthy kitchen I am strong, I am brave, I am loved! 🙂 )
8. This song.
Come out of sadness
From wherever you’ve been
Come broken hearted
Let rescue begin