Have a dressed up day!

Tuesday, November 4, 2014

I'm not very good company the day we clean out Daddy's shed.  Mostly junk.  Really that's all it was. Just junk.  It was rusted and broken and shredded and wasted from neglected time but I can't laugh and make small talk while I throw out what was his.

We move through the dust and webs and sort into piles and the scene plays out before me like a movie when someone dies and their stuff is here but they are not.

But I don't think I was really there.  I was in a hospital room saying good-bye.  I was at the doctor's office that very morning listening to her tell me my mama really needs to be hospitalized.  I was in the back yard thirty-five years ago watching the pecan tree be planted or a light filled sunny day walking in his steps or catching crickets behind his mower.

I was anywhere but there.

And I just couldn't make small talk that day or really talk at all.  Tears sitting on the verge.

I've been difficult to get along with lately.

I have people.

And I want them to love me through this difficult time and forgive me and cry with me and make me laugh and just stick by me.

Really - just stick by me.

Monday, November 3, 2014

when you go against better judgement and let her watch halloween and then she sleeps over...

Izzy:  I love you!!!
Me:   I love you baby bones!
Izzy:   I love you more!
Me:     Nope.  I love u more than Michael hates Lorie.
Izzy:    I love you more than Lorie hates Michael!

Me:     I love u more than how many times Michael dies.
Izzy:  I love you more than how many people Michael killed!
Me:  Ohhhh.  That's good!  Don't let him get you tonight!
Izzy:  I'll try!  I love you!  Goodnight!
Me: Love you too!  Put your white noise on if u can't sleep.  you and that dirty blanket.
Izzy:  Yes ma'am!
Me:  Y'all still awake?
Izzy:  Im peeing!
Me:  Really?  Don't fall in.  Wash ur hands!
Izzy:  Mother.
Izzy:  Whoops I fell in



Saturday, November 1, 2014

Forest says ...

So a few days ago he comes to me and wants to know how one changes their eye color.  I'm not really sure of the question and mumble some ridiculous answer about age changing the color of your eyes.

And I know that isn't what he wants.  He looks unsatisfied.

And he returns and asks about contacts.  So now I'm following the conversation - but only for a moment.

Contacts can change your eye color.  If you have blue contacts your eyes might change from brown to blue.
Where are they?

What, baby?
The contacts.
In your eyes.  They are like little round pieces of soft plastic and they sit on your eyeball.

And then - to my never-ending amazement that is Maxster - his face lights up as he places his fingers inside his eyes -

How do you get them out, Mommy?  Help me, Mommy.  Help me get mine out. I want to see my other eye color.
I'm eternally amazed by the things he doesn't know.
And as Forest says, That's all I have to say about that.

Drawing of me losing my cool courtesy of budding artist, Izzy.

Have a dressed up day!

. . . put on a heart of compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness, and patience. Colossians 3:12