I still believe in magic.

As I sit here, nearly 35 years old, I realize that I still believe in magic.  I still believe that there is something special about warm chocolate chip cookies.  I still believe that a 2 year old's giggle inspires some kind of wonderful, somewhere in the world.  I still believe that an 8 year old boy can find crazy amazement by playing in the leaves for 3 hours straight.  I still believe that a 12 year tween has a glimmer in her eye, when she thinks of Christmas morning.  I still believe that there is something enchanting about a softly falling snow...something so fascinating and hypnotic...that I might consider staying awake 2 hours past my bedtime to view it.

Yes, I do still believe in magic.  When I fear that the cynicism of this world has brought my feet closer to the ground, I just stop and think of the magical things in my life.  Then, I remember that my thoughts are supposed to be founded in whatsoever things are:  true, honest,  just,  pure, lovely, whatsoever things are of good report; if there be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things.  "Magical" times of life...are lovely.  We have to stop and be thankful for them, and ponder them, lest we loose our twinkle and end up like the grandpa from grumpy old men.  I want to forever be like Ariel from the Little Mermaid.  Captivated by new discoveries and adventure! 

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Life...

So...I am not a faithful blogger.  I keep forgetting that this new format is MUCH easier than the old one.  Maybe I will be able to keep it up?  Maybe not?

Anyhow...life here is busy.  My baby has had kidney stones for the last week.  My active son has started soccer.  My attitude-filled pre-teen has started horseback riding and AHG.  And, my chatterbox 2 year old is potty training!  Fun times in the Shaw house.  Fun times.

Through all of this, I have been working on a town wide ladies Bible study, Brian is teaching a MMA class, homeschooling is in full swing, the ever challenging clean house looms over my head, and I have started quilting.

Our lives are filled with so many neat things.  3 years ago, I am not sure I would have been able to handle a schedule like this.  I am thankful that the Lord is gracious in giving me the energy I need to keep up.

Going to keep trying on this bloggy blog thing.  :D

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A Clothesline Journey

 3 summers ago, I was hanging up newly washed maternity clothes, while dreaming of all things baby. It was hot and the heat multiplied my morning sickness (all day sickness) by 40...but I loved it. 2 summers ago, I was hanging up sweet little infant clothes, while a tiny (probably less than 10lbs) 6 month old Gracie sat in her stroller...content on hearing her momma talk to her as I hung her bibs and such. Today, a bright and happy 2 year old giggled as she handed me the clothespins to hang her favorite elephant pajamas. She called out who each piece of clothing belonged to, and yelled out, "EWW gross" when seeing "Iggy's" underpants. lol So thankful for the clothesline journey of our life. Hanging each piece makes me really ponder the blessings I have been given.

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Don't Forget:

How Isaac did not want you to stop reading the biography of George Washington.  He loved that Washington had many similarities to himself.  Someday, he will not want to have his mom read to him...and that might be sad!

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Do Not Forget:

How the Papa Johns pizza delivery guy looked at Gracie when he walked in the room.  He almost jumped when he saw how tiny she was.  After asking us if she was a real baby, he told us he was that tiny when he was born, but that he had never seen a newborn before. We let him oogle her a little bit (she was worthy of oogling!)  Priceless.

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