now this is talent, that is a skateboard by the way, on a rug, in heels
Dear Children, it has been a long week for all of you. Not feeling that well doesn't help much. Dear Hailey, you have been practicing your violin and it isn't torturous. It's actually sounding good. But 2 hrs. figuring out how to play the star wars theme is a little much don't you think...just imagine. Dear Hazel, you qualified for the preschool that I think will help you the most. I am so relieved, until I think of having to put you on a bus, then I panic. You told Avary "I get to ride a bus...and I don't even know what a bus is"!! Dear Life, you are precious and fragile. So many dumb things that don't matter get in the way of being grateful for every single day you get to be with the people you love, weather they are good or bad days, it doesn't matter. I am so grateful for my children and that I get to see their faces every day. Dear B&W, I love you and I love your kids. I am so grateful for miracles. I am here no matter what you need. Dear Avary, every time you hit your head you hit the same spot on your forehead, right where you've had stitches. You got yet another bump and you told me "mom I think I must be carma" Ha you make me laugh. Dear Computer, Hazel had a melt down and was pounding on the key board. Now the back ground and task bar and all that stuff is stuck on black or white no matter what I do. This is VERY frustrating. Dear Missionaries, you came and saved the day or saved our flat tires and gave us some good company. Thank You! It's not every day someone comes to your door and insists on serving you, I can usually talk other people out of it. We won't tell you that Kade's tire went flat the next day. Dear Kade, you can't seem to get a break. You forgot your backpack (extra trip home), got hit in the face with the kickball, had to walk your bike home with a flat, and now have a cold/flu. You yelled "curse this blasted day"!! out the front door. Yes this was just one day. But then you had scouts and went to bed happy enough. Until the next day. Dear Awkward, we are on a 5 month waiting list to see a certain Specialist, they must be good. And for some reason I ate a bowl of ice cream?...I don't know why I thought it would be good, I still don't really like ice cream. I guess I was just making sure. Dear Self, sometimes the issues are so overwhelming and draining, but I am soaking up every moment I get to be home with my kids and enjoying their ages so much.
