Gratitude, Struggling Faith
“Keep the earth below my feet
For all my sweat, my blood runs weak
Let me learn from where I have been
Keep my eyes to serve and my hands to learn
Keep my eyes to serve and my hands to learn”
-Mumford and Sons “Below My Feet”
Rolling over in bed, my eyes squinting open, I can see it’s still dark out. I inhale my husband’s soapy, snuggly morning...
People Are Awesome
This guy had been with Taco Bell for about two years. He worked on the line making the food, moved to the window and eventually became a shift manager. His small frame, tattoos, and what I would guess piercings, made him the stereotypical "punk." Except he was about thirty years old and I don't know about you, but as an 8th grade teacher, I have a hard time calling a grown man "punk." I tend...
He laughs pretty much every time I toot.
We're almost 8 months old. Yikes.
He laughs when he drops things. Repeatedly. On purpose.
Splashing is a good thing in the tub.
Naps are craptastic right now.
I never knew someone could be so impatient when eating peas.
Clinginess comes in spurts. Sometimes it's like a tidal wave.
I want to just eat up his hands. So sweet.