Friday, January 20, 2012

Life goes on

I have posted much lately, because since my dad died, I just haven't felt like doing much of anything that requires a lot of thought or effort. But it is true... life does go on, and even though my sadness is still great, I don't think my dad would want me to be missing the small joys of daily life. Our children are with us for such a short time before they venture out on their own; it would be wrong to try not to enjoy every possible minute. (Thank you Kristen, for a timely reminder on your Facebook page the other day!)

So here are just some random moments from the last few days:

My favorite jeans got a giant rip in the butt... no longer appropriate on a woman approaching the age of 50, no matter how attractive she may be. These jeans are pretty ancient and have seen me through many a day... including being the one pair of jeans I took on my BEMM trip to Ethiopia in November of 2010. Good-bye, beloved denim friend. (Cue dramatic music here)

Sarah in rapt attention with her Nintendo DS


Candace said, "I wonder how come if I got a guitar for Christmas, I can't play it right?" We took this as a hint and Tom taught her how to hold it and how to hold the strings down with her fingers... I guess real lessons may be in order soon.

A happy future rock star.


Whenever I take a picture of anybody,
Thomas comes running over pleading "Picture me!"



This is just a gratuitous photo of the adorable
Miss Sylvia Kittywhiskens.



2 comments:

E Lohroff said...

Sylvia looks like one of those teeny foxes with the giant ears.

Kristen said...

My dear friend... life does go on doesn't it. Our pain lingers too, but over time the Lord heals our wounds. I have always hated the saying "time heals all wounds". Time doesn't heal - the Lord heals. Time is a gift God gives to put distance and healing from our sadness. Our scares remain, to remind us of where we've been, but also how the Lord has healed (or will heal) our broken hearts. I keep thinking of the image of Christ after the resurrection... he still had the nail holes in his hands and feet. Those wounds were still visible, yet healed! Hallelujah!

Sorry about those jeans - such a bummer when a favorite piece of clothing finally gives out. My favorite pair of flannel jammies are now worn out in areas around my bum. I was going to sew them up, but I think they wouldn't be as comfy as before. The have been relinquished to the rag bag to be used for another purpose!

Love the pics of the kiddos. Yes... guitar lessons will be wonderful!

I love you and think of you often. Oh how I wish we lived closer!
K