Daybook

Outside my window…it’s breezy and sunny.  It’s also incredibly hot.  It’s only April and today the temperature is expected to be 95.   

I am reflecting…on a thought my doctor said to me today.  “We are not human beings having a spiritual experience.  We are spiritual beings having a human experience.”  Pierre Teilhard de Chardin

I am thankful for…an Easter that was filled with life and joy.

 From the learning rooms…we’re just plugging through the remainder of our Sonlight plans, working on RightStart Math, and continuing with our phonics lessons. 

From the kitchen…Easter Sunday leftovers.  Nothing like the traditional Easter meal…ham, green bean casserole and sweet potatoes.  I ate so much of those green beans last night that I was sure I was going to burst.  And can you believe it?  My picky little eater loved the ham.   

I am wearing…jean shorts and a t-shirt. 

I am creating…a list.  There is always a list in progress.  One that shows what needs to be done.  It’s my thoughts, organized on paper, ready to be crossed off.  I always, always make a list.  Sometimes I actually remember to look at the list.   

I am still smiling…as I remember listening to Joseph and William play last week.  I could tell Joseph was getting very frustrated with William and suddenly I heard him exclaim, “Lord, give me patience!” 

I am reading….Parenting with Grace by Gregory Popcak. 

I am hearing…William shouting, “Get me Daddy!” and Joseph calling, “Find me Daddy!”  And I am wondering how little boys thrive without a daddy around to chase them and I am thankful that Daxson is here for that.   Day after day.  I am blessed to have a husband who does not have to travel for his job. 

Around the house…there are always things to be done.  Diapers need to be washed; laundry needs to be done; the floors could use a good sweeping.  And here I am.  Sitting outside while the kids play happily.  All those things inside can wait.  Trust me, they’ll still be there when we are done playing.

One of my favorite things…watching Joseph’s eyes get big when he feels the baby inside me kick.

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