Gift #375- A Short Memory

So, this might not really be considered a gift to some, but Sam's short memory can sometimes be so very comical.  It defines him so well.  He can lock many interesting facts into his mind and keep them there forever.  But on Sunday, when he was supposed to remember to make the short trip from our front door to the chapel on his scooter, he got sidetracked and forgot what the goal was.  There was a little party at our thrift store which sits right between our house and the church.  This party had a bounce house.  I could probably just end the story right there and you would be able to guess what happened.  Well, I guess that the bounce house seemed much more appealing  than children's church, because that is where we finally found him half-an-hour after church started.  His explanation:  "I got distracted."   He certainly did.  Well, he got in trouble, but I really found myself smiling about the situation more than anything.  That was such a "Sam" thing to do.  He is such a unique and special kid.  Ok, that might be a kind way of saying that he is a hand-full.  But I sure do love that little boy of mine.

Gift #374- Sweet Smiles

Avery Grace started smiling several weeks ago, but these big smiles are starting to come more often and they light up her whole face.   She is really starting to "talk".  She has to try so hard to do it, but is getting better and better.  I love watching her reach these milestones.  But it also means that she is growing up.  When I was growing up, my mom had a framed poem in our house that read:

Cleaning and scrubbing can wait 'til tomorrow.
For babies grow up, we've learned to our sorrow.
So quiet down cobwebs.  Dust go to sleep.
I'm rocking my baby and babies don't keep.

I never really understood the words until I had children of my own.   I am doing my very best to remind myself that the cleaning and scrubbing can wait 'til tomorrow.  I don't want to miss one smile or one little word.  I want to rock her forever.

Gift #373- A Life-Long Friend

True Friends are never apart.  Maybe in distance, but not in heart.  

Happy 40th Birthday Joy.  I think you are right- 40 is the new 30.  

And you (we) are going to wear it well. When I get home, we must celebrate!