hypocrisy no more

Today I suddenly realized how very little energy I invest into my marriage. All my inner critiques of our lack of romance make me quite the hypocrite. So I'm going to try to bring back all the little things that I used to do . . .

Putting a little more effort into my appearance, for example. The goal here is primarily to make sure I'm not still wearing pajama bottoms when he gets home from work, but doing something with my hair each day would also be good.

sisterly love

The girls were being very noisy while Yonah was trying to concentrate on schoolwork, so I asked them to play in their room until he was done. 20 minutes later there wasn't a single noise coming from that part of the house. I decided to see what havoc was being wreaked.

Instead I found that the girls were in lying quietly in bed for an early nap.

Arabelle tells me that she was helping Lila feel better because she had been crying.

fetching water

There's a little song at the end of Disney's version of The Jungle Book that, for some reason, really resonated with my best friend and I. It is called My Own Home.

We were always singing it. It strongly influenced all our pretend games. It even played a large role in my love of reading and writing, as it whetted my appetite for exploring different cultural aspects.

I haven't thought of the tune in years.

But with a frozen hose at the horse farm today, I suddenly found myself the girl that "must go to fetch the water." The irony of that moment was too delicious.

                                

Week 21: Free

Once again, last week's post is late.

And also the pictures were taken by iPhone and not the camera.

My camera battery is dead, and we have not been able to find either the backup battery or the charger since moving. This angers me.

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Free

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I was tempted to climb up on the gazebo for a better shot, but decided I had better be a good example for the kids.

Week 20: Bright

In memory of a dear friend:

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Bright

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Thank you for letting me love you.

Week 19: Drama

There was plenty of drama last week as we prepared for the adventure of moving into our first house. There was lots of painting, lots of cleaning, lots of packing, and lots more cleaning.

But we're here, now!

The week ahead is going to be full of unpacking and, let's be honest, plenty of arguments about how things will be arranged in the new home.

Note: Before anyone whines about accuracy, I will admit these pictures were technically not taken last week. I just love these pictures from this morning so much more than any of the pictures I took during the correct time period. You'll forgive me just this once, right?

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Drama

(the pink in the vase is not photoshopped)

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I think the lady heading this one up is done, but I'm going to finish the year out on this challenge anyway.

Week 18: Perspective

First of all, I must share some incredible news.

Remember that house we were trying to buy two months ago?

God gave it to us!

Why else would the seller put up with our realtor's desperate attempts to get the house, even though it so obviously wasn't going to work for us?

Even though that house would have been snatched up in an instant by someone else?

But the seller kept signing extensions.

Again and again.

And suddenly, miraculously, the loan was accepted.

The house is ours!

And now the following weekly pictures will make more sense.

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Perspective