Have you ever...

Have you ever been in the thick of the storms of life when things seem overwhelming, frustrating, endless, broken, impossible.........then you lock eyes with you sweetheart and in a whisper almost inaudible he says, "I Love you!" and just for a moment the noise ceases, the storm calms and your heart swells. Well I have, and I tell you what, it is as close to magic as possible!

Siblings are forever

Today the kids wanted to run home from aunt Christi's house. They all took off and Asher almost immediately took a dive. I was in the car and watched him go down and his face snap into the sidewalk. I threw the car in park and watched Jamison and Caleb instantly turn around and run back to their brother. He was crying of coarse, his teeth nicked his upper lip and was bleeding a bit. I asked him if he wanted to get in the car, and through tears he said, "No I am still going to run." He popped up after a minute and was off again. When we almost got home he was out of gas. The two older kids were basically to the driveway and Asher was back a ways at a stand still, upset. I watched as the two older kids stopped, turned around, ran to Asher and walked side by side with him until they were all home. This was such a good moment for mom. We tell the kids all the time that friends will come and go, but they will always have their brothers and sisters. They need to watch out for each other. We have had several experiences as of late where that has been manifest, whether they know it or not. Today I was able to witness the love of siblings in my own kids and it was a sweet sweet moment!

Lunch at Dadda's work

Yesterday we took lunch to Grant at work and ate with him. Asher was eating chicken nuggets and the following transpired:

Me: Asher, be careful you are getting crumbs everywhere.

Asher: Well I am sorry, but that happens, it just comes with eating.

(Well there you go...........where on earth did we get this kid?)

I had no clue

When I put her in a basket for the first time, I had no clue what I was starting. She obviously loved it.

It became a place to color.

A place she felt safe.

And it is still a place for her to read.

I am not sure what the fascination is with the baskets, but the kids love them. They are their hiding places, their beds, their cars, their boats...a tool of their imagination. I love it!