The day started in 1 Peter, and I’m so glad that it did.
Don’t retaliate with insults when people insult you. Instead pay them back with a blessing. (3:9)
I would need this reminder later when children were frantically digging snow clothes from bins in the basement and hurling angry accusations my way. I bit my tongue and patiently sorted and helped try on and remembered where I had stashed the gloves.
I’m sorry for yelling and being angry. Thank you for helping me.
The barely audible whisper came to my ears as the final child headed out the door in full winter dress.
The day continued with meeting my grand kitty and spending time with my daughter, child 3. Oh how I have missed having her around. And how we have grown together!
There was sweet-potato making and much-needed napping and perpetual kitchen cleaning.
There was laundry.
Child two came home, and there were lots of littles eager to play media with him.
Child 4’s friend came over for awhile.
Around the dinner table we sat with seven of our olive plants.
It seems like our family is getting bigger my husband says to me later.
Of course it is getting bigger! People are growing up. We have a grand kitty. We have a son-in-law. There are lots of voices to hear. Lots of attention to pay.
Child 3 and I go shopping. It is so, so sweet, and I just want to go shopping every day, even though I don’t really buy anything but a Christmas gift or two.
We come home, and she heads out with friends and littles want to watch an episode and I want to write now that my computer is back, and it’s Thanksgiving Eve, and I also want to spend time with the love of my life, so I will close.
I am so blessed. I am so thankful. I am such a mess.
Happy Thanksgiving Eve!