Over 11 years ago when Elliott and I married, our bed was the bed Elliott had gotten when he set up his apartment after graduating from college. The term "firm" is not sufficient to describe how HARD this mattress was. There were a few spots on the floor of our apartment that seemed to have more give. Growing up I had always slept on super squishy beds, my favorite was my old fashioned water bed, falling in and being swallowed up by pillowy softness was all I had ever known. I never got used to that bed, but I did wake up achy every morning.
Then Elliott had a growth spurt about a year into our marriage. All of a sudden, my little 5'4" legs had no where to go as this newly towering 6'5" guy was sleeping at a strange angle to accommodate for his feet now draping off the end of the bed. We had just moved in to our new home in Bulverde. We were buying some furniture, replacing the lumpy futon with a real couch, purchasing a bed frame and dressers, leaving the college dorm room/first apartment look behind. In the midst of it all, I pushed for a new bed. The new "air" beds had come out and I was totally sold on the idea that I could have my side of the bed as soft and squishy as I liked and he could set his side to the concrete floor setting.
Through the years we have both changed. He likes his bed to have a little give now and I have come to appreciate a little bit of firmness. I have been having trouble sleeping lately, blaming it almost entirely on my insomnia, but then Elliott began having difficulty too. His troubles came mostly because his side of the bed has a slow leak, so by morning he is sleeping on the box spring. After much discussion and absolutely no research we decided to go buy a new mattress.
We took the lay-on-the-bed-in-the-store-even-though-you-feel-like-a-big-dork-doing-it approach. We also took all six kids, Elliott having told them they could lay on all the beds at the store too. Yes, we were those people, our kids were less than their normally well behaved selves as they bounced up and down and laid on different beds. There was only one minor injury from the monkeys jumping on the beds. :)
Elliott and I laid on a couple of beds, then I found one that I really liked. We waited to ask the salesman about it. He mentioned that it was the same bed that is used in the Westin brand of hotel rooms. I just stayed at a Westin hotel in California in July. I had never slept on such a comfortable bed in my life. Ever. I actually fell asleep in the middle of a conversation with my friend while I laid on that bed. I have never done that before. So, when the sales guys said that was the same mattress, I was sold. He could have told me that he was going to charge me extra because I liked it and I would probably have paid it. Thankfully, he didn't. Actually, he gave us the King bed at the Queen price which was a huge savings.
My new bed gets delivered tomorrow. I am super excited. Giddy, actually. I can't wait to go to sleep tomorrow! Yippee! I must admit, I never thought in my wildest dreams I would have ever written a blog post about a mattress. I am super excited. Oh, I already said that. :)
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Saturday, September 24, 2011
Thank you, Mommy...
An unexpected response from the newly talking 2-year-old Micah. He has said it to me at least 5 times in the last three minutes as I keep helping him with the lead of the mechanical pencil he is using to draw a picture. Each time it sounds cuter. The last time I asked for a kiss too. He was quite accommodating as he planted a big wet kiss square in the middle of my face.
Thank you, Micah...
Thank you, Micah...
True, so true...
Thomas Jefferson once said,
But I am not perfect. On occasion I will convince myself that I can buy some time by hiding an unfinished chore, convincing myself I am too busy to do it right at that very moment. I will "sweep it under the rug" then and remember to clean it up later. And sometimes I remember. And sometimes I remember and avoid doing it. And sometimes I just plain forget.
To illustrate the importance of not avoiding work I will share with you about my day. It began with my waking up later than I had planned. I got dressed super fast, and made my bed with the help of a cheerful 3-year-old. I heard kids playing upstairs, so as I went to work on cleaning up the kitchen for a get-together at my house later in the morning I called up to remind the children we needed to leave for gymnastics in 30 minutes. I had cleaned and wiped most of the kitchen counters and table and went to put the few dirty dishes from the sink into the dishwasher only to find it FULL! I should have been happy that it was full of clean dishes, but since I was rushing and didn't feel like taking the time to put the dishes away as I ought to have done, I decided to gather all the unwashed dishes and stash them in the oven until I got a chance to wash them later.
We dashed off to gymnastics, eating dry cereal in the car for breakfast. We were 10 minutes early, whew! All that rushing had paid off. The younger boys had a blast, I ran around after a very fast Micah and cheered on Caleb from across the gym. After gymnastics, we hopped back in the car and rushed back to the house, friends were coming over at 10:30am and the guy who mows our yard had texted me that he would be over in less than 10 minutes. I sent the kids out back to gather up all their little toys that they didn't want shed into a million pieces by the riding lawn mower, and I started the coffee. Everyone came, we had a great time of fellowship.
As soon as that shin-dig was over, another friend popped over with her kids. We are doing the same curriculum with a few of our children and we were both behind on science projects. Weeks ago we had discussed having a science afternoon. We worked on 5 science experiments, and did 2 history projects to break up the time. It was a blast.
After our friends were all gone, we got serious about putting the house back together in preparation for dad coming home. The dishes were finally put away and the dishwasher filled with the dirty dishes of the day, toys were picked up, dinner cooked, books read. We ate dinner, the kids took baths, and then we enjoyed a little dessert treat and family Bible time. The children brushed teeth, said prayers and spent some time settling down before bed, the girls crocheting and Noah reading while the littlest two went to bed.
Elliott made coffee, I got out a cookbook. The fourth Saturday of every month is the Men's Breakfast at our church. Elliott always tries to go and the teaching is wonderful. Since we have a food allergy, the provided breakfast portion doesn't always work out, so I try to remember to prepare something the night before so he can take something with him to eat. Since the kids miss Daddy when he isn't home on Saturday mornings, I try to make it special and this week invited a friend and her kids to come share breakfast with us while all the daddies were at church. I decided on Sour Cream Coffeecake Muffins. I made the batter. I turned on the oven to preheat while I made the topping and prepared the first batch of muffins.
A week or so ago, something spilled in my oven and I have yet to clean it up properly. Following that incident, every time I have turned on the oven there has been an annoying burning smell. So, when there was a funny smell after a few minutes I excused it as being from the other day. I finished preparing the first tray of muffins and went to put them in the oven. Remember, for anyone still reading this crazy long post, how I had hidden a few dishes in my oven this morning. Well, one of them was a 13x9 Pyrex baking dish with a lid. The lid was under the baking dish and in the baking dish I had tossed a blue plastic cup that was left sitting on the counter. The lid of the baking dish was dripping down from the middle rack down to the bottom of my oven. It was oozing down through the rack and forming large pools of blue goop below. The cup was so unidentifiable I almost couldn't tell Elliott what it used to be.
Immediately I remembered how we were early to gymnastics. Then I remembered the Jefferson quote. Then I remembered the poem. Then I calculated how long it would have taken me to do the job right, to wash the one spoon, one knife, one cup, one baking dish and one lid that now was smooshed and oozing from every part of my oven. We still would have been five minutes early. Sigh. I kept the lid to show the children in the morning. Since a picture is worth a thousand words, I am hoping this will be a good illustration as to why I recount the two quotes so often. I also hope they take them more to heart, the quotes they so quickly can repeat, that they might be more evident in their lives and mine.
The good news is that the muffins are delightfully good. And thanks to a cool evening, I was able to open my windows so the burnt plastic smell could quickly escape.
"Never put off till tomorrow what you can do today."Posted on our fridge is a poem by M.A. Stoddard called One Thing at a Time and the second stanza reads,
All that you do,On a daily basis I find myself quoting one of the above two sayings quietly to myself, as well as out loud to the children. Sometimes I so badly want to sit down and rest at the end of the day when I really should finish loading the almost-ready-to-be-started dishwasher, or begin giving attention to the overflowing basket of clean, but unfolded laundry. I will plop down onto one of the very accommodating living room couches, then be reminded of the tasks which need completing. With a sigh and a heave I will hoist myself back up to go work on the projects left undone by the hecticness of the day or the futility of doing certain tasks while small children remain awake. In the end, I am always glad for having the item checked off the to-do list, and it feels good to accomplish those things which promote peace and harmony in my home.
Do with your might;
Things done by halves
Are never done right.
But I am not perfect. On occasion I will convince myself that I can buy some time by hiding an unfinished chore, convincing myself I am too busy to do it right at that very moment. I will "sweep it under the rug" then and remember to clean it up later. And sometimes I remember. And sometimes I remember and avoid doing it. And sometimes I just plain forget.
To illustrate the importance of not avoiding work I will share with you about my day. It began with my waking up later than I had planned. I got dressed super fast, and made my bed with the help of a cheerful 3-year-old. I heard kids playing upstairs, so as I went to work on cleaning up the kitchen for a get-together at my house later in the morning I called up to remind the children we needed to leave for gymnastics in 30 minutes. I had cleaned and wiped most of the kitchen counters and table and went to put the few dirty dishes from the sink into the dishwasher only to find it FULL! I should have been happy that it was full of clean dishes, but since I was rushing and didn't feel like taking the time to put the dishes away as I ought to have done, I decided to gather all the unwashed dishes and stash them in the oven until I got a chance to wash them later.
We dashed off to gymnastics, eating dry cereal in the car for breakfast. We were 10 minutes early, whew! All that rushing had paid off. The younger boys had a blast, I ran around after a very fast Micah and cheered on Caleb from across the gym. After gymnastics, we hopped back in the car and rushed back to the house, friends were coming over at 10:30am and the guy who mows our yard had texted me that he would be over in less than 10 minutes. I sent the kids out back to gather up all their little toys that they didn't want shed into a million pieces by the riding lawn mower, and I started the coffee. Everyone came, we had a great time of fellowship.
As soon as that shin-dig was over, another friend popped over with her kids. We are doing the same curriculum with a few of our children and we were both behind on science projects. Weeks ago we had discussed having a science afternoon. We worked on 5 science experiments, and did 2 history projects to break up the time. It was a blast.
After our friends were all gone, we got serious about putting the house back together in preparation for dad coming home. The dishes were finally put away and the dishwasher filled with the dirty dishes of the day, toys were picked up, dinner cooked, books read. We ate dinner, the kids took baths, and then we enjoyed a little dessert treat and family Bible time. The children brushed teeth, said prayers and spent some time settling down before bed, the girls crocheting and Noah reading while the littlest two went to bed.
Elliott made coffee, I got out a cookbook. The fourth Saturday of every month is the Men's Breakfast at our church. Elliott always tries to go and the teaching is wonderful. Since we have a food allergy, the provided breakfast portion doesn't always work out, so I try to remember to prepare something the night before so he can take something with him to eat. Since the kids miss Daddy when he isn't home on Saturday mornings, I try to make it special and this week invited a friend and her kids to come share breakfast with us while all the daddies were at church. I decided on Sour Cream Coffeecake Muffins. I made the batter. I turned on the oven to preheat while I made the topping and prepared the first batch of muffins.
A week or so ago, something spilled in my oven and I have yet to clean it up properly. Following that incident, every time I have turned on the oven there has been an annoying burning smell. So, when there was a funny smell after a few minutes I excused it as being from the other day. I finished preparing the first tray of muffins and went to put them in the oven. Remember, for anyone still reading this crazy long post, how I had hidden a few dishes in my oven this morning. Well, one of them was a 13x9 Pyrex baking dish with a lid. The lid was under the baking dish and in the baking dish I had tossed a blue plastic cup that was left sitting on the counter. The lid of the baking dish was dripping down from the middle rack down to the bottom of my oven. It was oozing down through the rack and forming large pools of blue goop below. The cup was so unidentifiable I almost couldn't tell Elliott what it used to be.
Immediately I remembered how we were early to gymnastics. Then I remembered the Jefferson quote. Then I remembered the poem. Then I calculated how long it would have taken me to do the job right, to wash the one spoon, one knife, one cup, one baking dish and one lid that now was smooshed and oozing from every part of my oven. We still would have been five minutes early. Sigh. I kept the lid to show the children in the morning. Since a picture is worth a thousand words, I am hoping this will be a good illustration as to why I recount the two quotes so often. I also hope they take them more to heart, the quotes they so quickly can repeat, that they might be more evident in their lives and mine.
The good news is that the muffins are delightfully good. And thanks to a cool evening, I was able to open my windows so the burnt plastic smell could quickly escape.
Saturday, September 17, 2011
Every good gift...
... and every perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father... James 1:17
Job 2:10 says, "Shall we indeed accept good from God and not accept adversity?"
In 2 Corinthians 12:7-10, Paul in addressing the thorn in flesh recounts how God told him, "My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness." to which Paul says, "Therefore I will boast all the more gladly of my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may rest upon me. ... For when I am weak, then I am strong."
James 1:2-4 reminds me to "Count it all joy" in every situation, knowing that enduring the test or trial will refine me and that Romans 8:28-29 teaches that the purpose is for my good, that I might be conformed to the image of Christ.
So, I keep reminding myself of truth. God is Sovereign. Each moment is providential. Even in the midst of ongoing unknown pain, God is at work for my good and His glory. The CT scan I had last week, a follow-up to my exploratory surgery in May, showed nothing. And as I sit in Houston, providing a break for my mother-in-law from the 24/7 care of my father-in-law recovering from surgery for brain cancer, I remember that God has a good purpose in this.
I am also learning how to talk with my children about God's plans and how even when His will differs from what we might deem as "good", we can still trust, through faith, what the Bible says. God is good and does good, blessed be the name of the Lord!
Job 2:10 says, "Shall we indeed accept good from God and not accept adversity?"
In 2 Corinthians 12:7-10, Paul in addressing the thorn in flesh recounts how God told him, "My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness." to which Paul says, "Therefore I will boast all the more gladly of my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may rest upon me. ... For when I am weak, then I am strong."
James 1:2-4 reminds me to "Count it all joy" in every situation, knowing that enduring the test or trial will refine me and that Romans 8:28-29 teaches that the purpose is for my good, that I might be conformed to the image of Christ.
So, I keep reminding myself of truth. God is Sovereign. Each moment is providential. Even in the midst of ongoing unknown pain, God is at work for my good and His glory. The CT scan I had last week, a follow-up to my exploratory surgery in May, showed nothing. And as I sit in Houston, providing a break for my mother-in-law from the 24/7 care of my father-in-law recovering from surgery for brain cancer, I remember that God has a good purpose in this.
I am also learning how to talk with my children about God's plans and how even when His will differs from what we might deem as "good", we can still trust, through faith, what the Bible says. God is good and does good, blessed be the name of the Lord!
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
Political metaphors...
Presidential debates are back...
My husband loves politics...
How do I show my husband love...
I listen to the presidential debate clips on YouTube with him...
And try not to moan out loud...
My husband loves politics...
How do I show my husband love...
I listen to the presidential debate clips on YouTube with him...
And try not to moan out loud...
Monday, September 12, 2011
Gluten Free laziness...
We have been entirely gluten free for about 5 1/2 years now. At first, I was gun-ho about figuring out how to make life taste normal again. I worked tirelessly to perfect a bread recipe here, brownie recipe there, biscuit, muffin, cookie, etc.
Overall, our food tastes really good. People who don't know we are gluten free will ask for recipes and be surprised. And there is very little food I miss or pine away for. Croissants, while I might miss them, I am not willing to invest the time or energy necessary to do anything about it... so no pig-in-a-blankets for us. And while I adore Popeye's Spicy Fried Chicken, I despise deep frying food in my house, so I will have to only dream about it. :P
However, after smelling all the amazing pastries that we served for the Women's Seminar this past weekend, I was convicted not only by the amazing teaching, but also by the fact that I have not tried any new recipes in months and maybe even years. I have been thankful to have our "favorites" covered and too busy or tired to do anything more exotic. But the kolaches... and the butterfly rolls... and the butter pecan snails... the thumbprint cookies and other goodies...
So, I wonder what would happen if I set aside a day a week to try a new recipe... hmmm... might be yummmmmm...
Overall, our food tastes really good. People who don't know we are gluten free will ask for recipes and be surprised. And there is very little food I miss or pine away for. Croissants, while I might miss them, I am not willing to invest the time or energy necessary to do anything about it... so no pig-in-a-blankets for us. And while I adore Popeye's Spicy Fried Chicken, I despise deep frying food in my house, so I will have to only dream about it. :P
However, after smelling all the amazing pastries that we served for the Women's Seminar this past weekend, I was convicted not only by the amazing teaching, but also by the fact that I have not tried any new recipes in months and maybe even years. I have been thankful to have our "favorites" covered and too busy or tired to do anything more exotic. But the kolaches... and the butterfly rolls... and the butter pecan snails... the thumbprint cookies and other goodies...
So, I wonder what would happen if I set aside a day a week to try a new recipe... hmmm... might be yummmmmm...
Sunday, September 11, 2011
Martha Peace...
... was awesome on Saturday.
I will blog more about the wonderful Women's Seminar, the great worship time, profitable teaching and encouraging fellowship in a few days. Right now I need sleep...
And, I will let you know when the sessions are up on our church website so you can enjoy the fantastic biblical teaching as well!
I will blog more about the wonderful Women's Seminar, the great worship time, profitable teaching and encouraging fellowship in a few days. Right now I need sleep...
And, I will let you know when the sessions are up on our church website so you can enjoy the fantastic biblical teaching as well!
Thursday, September 8, 2011
My love of ellipses...
If you have read my blog for any time at all, you may have noticed my severe overuse of ellipses. If you know I am a homeschooler, you may wonder at what I will teach my children come time to learn proper punctuation usage. But more than anything, if you have ever spent more than 10 minutes in my house when all six of my little blessings are awake, you will understand the ellipses.
I marvel at the number of times I can be distracted in the middle of a sentence or thought... insert ellipse here... I will be standing in the kitchen preparing a meal and hear a THUD followed quickly by a strangely loud scream... another ellipse... I will strut into a room with great purpose and not have any idea why I am there... my mind is full of ellipses... I will be giving an instruction to a child when the phone rings or there is a knock at the door... here I will insert a smiley face and to cover up the fact that I can't remember what we were talking about... :) ... or maybe, I just decide to ask you if you are interested in a coffee because that is what I do... right after an ellipse... and it gives us something new to talk about... yummy coffee... something else I probably talk too much about...
But I also like ellipses as I dwell on the Word of God. I use them to journal, when I am more concerned with thinking on God, who He is and what He is like, than I am about proper grammar.
God is powerful... to heal... to save... over the wildfires... to change my heart...
Jesus is my example... to walk in love... to encourage and guide... to admonish in love... in all things...
God's Word is truth... is infallible... is sufficient... is comforting...
What love is... 1 Corinthians 13:4-8a... and why do I struggle so much to love like this...
What love looks like in action... Romans 12:9-21...and how am I doing...
The key is to eventually fill in the ellipses... I have to regularly remind myself to not forget to finish the sentence, the thought, the conversation... to do that, I will probably need to meet you for coffee after bedtime... just tell me when is good for you... :)
I marvel at the number of times I can be distracted in the middle of a sentence or thought... insert ellipse here... I will be standing in the kitchen preparing a meal and hear a THUD followed quickly by a strangely loud scream... another ellipse... I will strut into a room with great purpose and not have any idea why I am there... my mind is full of ellipses... I will be giving an instruction to a child when the phone rings or there is a knock at the door... here I will insert a smiley face and to cover up the fact that I can't remember what we were talking about... :) ... or maybe, I just decide to ask you if you are interested in a coffee because that is what I do... right after an ellipse... and it gives us something new to talk about... yummy coffee... something else I probably talk too much about...
But I also like ellipses as I dwell on the Word of God. I use them to journal, when I am more concerned with thinking on God, who He is and what He is like, than I am about proper grammar.
God is powerful... to heal... to save... over the wildfires... to change my heart...
Jesus is my example... to walk in love... to encourage and guide... to admonish in love... in all things...
God's Word is truth... is infallible... is sufficient... is comforting...
What love is... 1 Corinthians 13:4-8a... and why do I struggle so much to love like this...
What love looks like in action... Romans 12:9-21...and how am I doing...
The key is to eventually fill in the ellipses... I have to regularly remind myself to not forget to finish the sentence, the thought, the conversation... to do that, I will probably need to meet you for coffee after bedtime... just tell me when is good for you... :)
Saturday, September 3, 2011
Planning and implementing...
Anyone who knows me at all knows I love planning and organizing. Love may not be a strong enough word. :) I really do cherish using my brain to make charts, put to-do lists into spreadsheets to keep track of progress, rearrange a room and divide toys into well paired sets and close them all within a clear plastic bin... ahhhhh... talking about it gets me all excited!
But there are two steps to doing a project well. Planning is important, we all know the quote, "If you fail to plan, you are planning to fail." And that is true, without a plan, the urgent and unimportant take precedence over the important things. You flounder for lack of direction, being tossed about by the waves of someone else's agenda.
As much as I love the planning step, my closest friends will know that I struggle on the second step, the implementing. It is almost like I use up all my energy getting the "perfect" plan made and I run out of steam before I even get to the doing part. Maybe it is because when I finally get started on the implementing step, things don't go according to plan and I get discouraged or overwhelmed and I just quit. Sad, but true.
Thankfully, the Lord has chosen recently to work on my perseverance. I have been blessed to be working on a committee that is planning a Women's Seminar at our church. It is an all-day event including breakfast and lunch. It is next Saturday. We have been planning for months and months and months. I have compiled pages and pages and pages of documents, created to help us stay on task. I have used parts of my brain not exercised since I worked in project management over 8 years ago. It has been AWESOME! I have been so blessed.
There have been challenges. I have been stretched to learn how to deal with fellow believers in a God-honoring way, even in the midst of conflict. At times, I have failed, I have spoken harshly or not pursued peace, and I have been humbled and learned to be quick to repent and seek forgiveness, restoring peace. I have been tempted to quit. Instead, the Lord chose to teach me to stick with it, persevere. Even through the trials. Especially through the trials.
There have been deadlines for decisions or actions, I have been early with some, and late with others. I have learned new ways of getting Word and Excel to do what I want it to do. It has been wonderful. I have learned so much through the process which I would not have learned without going through it.
This week is crunch time. There are many meetings, many "to-do" list items that need to be checked off. Over 200 women will come to our church to spend the day being taught faithfully from God's Word about how to Think Biblically. And even if everything falls apart, and the food is late (which I hope it isn't), or the coffee pots don't perk (which I hope they do), or there is feedback in the speakers (please, not that!), whatever happens... God has used this time to bless me in two specific ways... He has shown me a way I can serve in my local church using the gifts He has given me, and He has stretched me and taught me to be humble and keep working, to not give up, but to serve in all ways as I am serving unto Him.
Soli Deo Gloria!
But there are two steps to doing a project well. Planning is important, we all know the quote, "If you fail to plan, you are planning to fail." And that is true, without a plan, the urgent and unimportant take precedence over the important things. You flounder for lack of direction, being tossed about by the waves of someone else's agenda.
As much as I love the planning step, my closest friends will know that I struggle on the second step, the implementing. It is almost like I use up all my energy getting the "perfect" plan made and I run out of steam before I even get to the doing part. Maybe it is because when I finally get started on the implementing step, things don't go according to plan and I get discouraged or overwhelmed and I just quit. Sad, but true.
Thankfully, the Lord has chosen recently to work on my perseverance. I have been blessed to be working on a committee that is planning a Women's Seminar at our church. It is an all-day event including breakfast and lunch. It is next Saturday. We have been planning for months and months and months. I have compiled pages and pages and pages of documents, created to help us stay on task. I have used parts of my brain not exercised since I worked in project management over 8 years ago. It has been AWESOME! I have been so blessed.
There have been challenges. I have been stretched to learn how to deal with fellow believers in a God-honoring way, even in the midst of conflict. At times, I have failed, I have spoken harshly or not pursued peace, and I have been humbled and learned to be quick to repent and seek forgiveness, restoring peace. I have been tempted to quit. Instead, the Lord chose to teach me to stick with it, persevere. Even through the trials. Especially through the trials.
There have been deadlines for decisions or actions, I have been early with some, and late with others. I have learned new ways of getting Word and Excel to do what I want it to do. It has been wonderful. I have learned so much through the process which I would not have learned without going through it.
This week is crunch time. There are many meetings, many "to-do" list items that need to be checked off. Over 200 women will come to our church to spend the day being taught faithfully from God's Word about how to Think Biblically. And even if everything falls apart, and the food is late (which I hope it isn't), or the coffee pots don't perk (which I hope they do), or there is feedback in the speakers (please, not that!), whatever happens... God has used this time to bless me in two specific ways... He has shown me a way I can serve in my local church using the gifts He has given me, and He has stretched me and taught me to be humble and keep working, to not give up, but to serve in all ways as I am serving unto Him.
Soli Deo Gloria!
When your daughter reads your blog...
You are curious as to why she is laughing so much in the other room...
You wonder for a few moments if there is anything you have posted which could be embarrassing to her, and hoping not...
You begin to realize that she is growing up and becoming interested in new and different, more grown-up things...
You are thankful and hope that she may understand you better, seeing your heart poured out...
You realize that this opens up new channels of communication between the two of you...
You pray that what you do decide to post will be edifying and encouraging for others to read, your daughter included...
You laugh at yourself knowing your daughter is laughing at you...
You wonder for a few moments if there is anything you have posted which could be embarrassing to her, and hoping not...
You begin to realize that she is growing up and becoming interested in new and different, more grown-up things...
You are thankful and hope that she may understand you better, seeing your heart poured out...
You realize that this opens up new channels of communication between the two of you...
You pray that what you do decide to post will be edifying and encouraging for others to read, your daughter included...
You laugh at yourself knowing your daughter is laughing at you...
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