Several vingettes from today:
Gabe, on hearing that I was taking the kids to dinner: "Yahoo, we never go anywhere!"
Gabe: "Help me write this letter to my teachers - Jesus is all around us, even in the rivers and lakes." Of course it's true, but ????
The waitress at the restaurant: "Whoa. They're all yours?" No. I borrow spare kids for dinner all the time.
The excitement on Mackenzie's face when she came running out of school with her bag of Christmas gifts for the family, from shopping at the school bazaar.
The giggles from Emma when I rubbed her lotion on after her bath.
The pleasure that I received from watching my kids all sit quietly at the restaurant, eating their dinner with (relatively) good manners.
The vision of Riley, walking her way down the bench, holding on to the back, and dropping right off the end.
My kid's faces when a package came, and their faces again when I told them that it was diapers for the girls.
The sight of the Hubster, vacuuming the concrete outside, after the construction workers left for the day. To get rid of the wood shavings. It must be a man thing, because I just do.not.get.it.
The woman, singing along with the music, in the bathroom stall. An out of tune version of "It's raining men". Um, yeah.
Feeling,in my flared jeans, hoodie sweatshirt, and cool boots, that I was lookin' fiiiiiine. Then seeing myself in the mirror. (Ouch.)
The stack of finished Christmas cards, ready to be mailed as soon as I get some dumb stamps.
Flipping the calendar to December. Holy toledo, it's almost been another year!