Preschool Years

I love to walk around in my bare feet. I always, always have.

Of course, there is a price to pay for shoelessness, and I pay that price.

The other morning I was sitting on the floor finishing my quiet time when Campbell kinda stumbled in – still mostly cloaked in sleep. Don’t you love a puffy face on a three year-old? She fell into my lap and I just wrapped both arms around the ball of her to love her into alertness. I began to rub the soles of her feet. They are no longer tender like that of a baby. They have toughened a little. Although there’s the well-worn “smooth as a baby’s bottom” simile, I have always thought the skin of a baby’s foot is most delicate and perfect. So it was disconcerting to discover one more way my littleness of a girl is no longer a baby.

Life can sometimes to do that to us, huh? Toughen us. Harden us. Make us calloused. Closed.

Ezekiel 36:26 – I will give you a new heart and put a new spirit in you; I will remove from you your heart of stone and give you a heart of flesh.

Psalm 95: 7b-8 – Today, if you hear His voice, do not harden your hearts…

This picture may cause me to change my mind on the Christmas cards…

Enough Disney pics, for Pete’s sake…

How much fun are they having? – reckless stroller driving

How cool is she?

How sweet is he? – to dance with his princess in the Block Party Bash – Love him!

Thanksgiving Greetings from the Sunshine State! Sorry I haven’t updated sooner, but I was out of commission yesterday. Slept for 24 hours straight – not by choice 🙁 We’re all well now, I think. Very, very afraid to say that…

Join me for a day at Magic Kingdom; there are lots of pics, so this one is truly for the interested. Otherwise, I might lose you before we’re too far out of the parking lot…