Sugar and Spice

It will never cease to amaze me how two sisters from the same parents, raised in the same household, who even look alike can be so very different. Yet in their differences, they have the same profound effects on their little old mama. They exhaust me to the point of thinking I might drop while simultaneously keeping me on the tip of my toes, and my heart full. Browns Unplugged has been a success. We have had quite a month, as Boo Boo turned two and fall began to roll in. Pumpkin was telling the sitter that she was going to attend her first football game earlier this week. With hands, hip, and head bobbing she explained to her that it will be her first football game and told her matter-of-factly: "I've been having a lot of firsts. I had a first school bus ride, a first football game..." She didn't note the irony in my voice when I told her that happens when you're four. She continues to push and stretch me as I learn to parent by parenting her. As much...

There's something renewing about Sunday morning. The Christian Sabbath. It's the one morning we have nowhere to be until Church. There's extra cups of coffee. Playing before the chores of getting dressed and ready. Time is a little slower on Sunday morning. We sit down to breakfast. We talk and laugh. This particular Sunday feels particularly hopeful. There's a crisp cool air outside. We are coming off a good week. Things are clicking again. Cautiously, but clicking nonetheless. Hubby has taken the girls for their weekly donut date this morning. It's usually on Saturday but we had an early morning 5K, so they're cashing in their rain check. That leaves mama here with a cup of coffee and silence. My first prayer when I sat down was to thank God for his blessings. I keep coming back to that feeling of being blessed. And every time I do I think of this article:  http://www.huffingtonpost.com/scott-dannemiller/christians-should-stop-saying_b_4868963.html S...