Every day is complicated, messy, and full of friction. And every day has glorious or cozy moments worth celebrating. I seldom bother to chronicle the friction and the mess because writing time is fleeting and precious—and childhood even more so. I’d rather capture the small joys that I might forget—or take for granted—if I don’t take time to set them down in words.
(Excerpt from
this post about Real Life, quoted here because I don't want anyone to be under the impression that things are always perfect around here! Heaven knows we are anything but. Perfect, frictionless, orderly? Nope. Happy? Most of the time!)
- Jamie: ROFL!!
- Penny in VT: You are so brave… ROFLOL- I love the twinkle in your eye behind the camera, and if I may...
- Celeste: Okay, Lissa, I’m a regular reader but not usually a commenter–but this post has me cracking up...
- Penny in VT: LOL! I meant little tiny Elvises (Elvi?) (Elven?) (Elvis’s?) with a last name of Peterson, but...
- Activities Coordinator: Penny in VT: I live 5 minutes from Graceland. Elvis says, “Hi!”
Be like the bird
Who, pausing in flight
On limb too slight,
Feels it give way beneath her,
Yet sings,
Knowing she has wings.
—Victor Hugo
Six Things to Include in Your Child's Day:
meaningful work
imaginative play
good books
beauty (art, music, nature)
ideas to ponder and discuss
prayer
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She is just beautiful, Lissa! My girls are thumb suckers but not the boys. I don’t have a clue why.
Posted on July 15th, 2006 at 10:01 pmI can’t think of any words to describe how sweet she looks! Wow.
Posted on July 16th, 2006 at 7:01 amWhat a beautiful girl!
Posted on July 16th, 2006 at 1:46 pmyou must be a very proud mamma….if only we could sleep so beautifully!!
Posted on July 18th, 2006 at 4:08 pm