The sun was shining...

and their small hearts were happy. Sometimes a kid just needs to be at a park, you know, the kind of park with bright red slides, things to climb, and places to explore. It excites their imaginations, and helps them to unload all that energy that's stored away in their small bodies. It makes them smile and makes the people around them smile. :)

I was so excited to go to the park with these little munchkins whom I love more than I can say. They make me laugh all the time and sometimes cry. They may not be perfect...but who of us is?

The lovely park!

The "big" slide was the first choice for the "big" girls...

 For some reason I felt this picture needed to be black and white/antiqueish looking :)

Meanwhile the "little" girl  tried out the "little" slide

                                            But it wasn't quite to her taste so we moved on to the wobbly bird

Which was quite exciting! But.....

Not as exciting as the swing!!

This toy seems by appearance to be a nice calm one. But...

It holds hidden secrets!

Look at those strong arms!

Ballet on the wobbly bird :)

Swinging is serious business folks...

Two little, matching cutie pies decided to join the fun

Searching for pecans :)

I just want to say, I love you three li'l girls more than I can even tell you! I'm so thankful to be getting to watch you all grow up. Whether it's the first time you say my name, the first step you take at my house, or  the first time you say you love me. When you tell me that full length story which comes to a complete conclusion, or the first time you tell a joke that I think is funny and I get to see you grin as you watch me laugh, the three of you are truly growing up, and watching it makes me smile! :)

Ballet on my brain :)

The other day I had this really strong craving (I get it frequently) to write something! So I did, and this is what it turned out to be:

                      Move With the Music

The stage is set. The overture is playing. The racing of her heart stays on beat with the throbbing of her feet. 

Suddenly the thick curtain becomes more than just a divider, it’s a shelter from the sea of faces waiting to 

watch her.  Her breathing is shallow and her head feels heavy, the music hits a familiar measure and she 

knows her time is near. In that moment she’s crippled with fear. But her heart reminds her, this is the part 

she’s been dreaming of her whole life. In her mind she’s done it a million times or more. There’s a gentle 

rustling as the fabric folds and the curtains slide slowly apart. She stands like a statue with a deceivingly 

confident smile. The soft note strikes; she comes to life. Instinct saves her as she immediately gives in and 

lets the movements take her over, Her brain wants to explode but the rest of her is peaceful. She reminds 

herself to do what she’s always done, move with the music, let it be her guide, flow with it and just keep 

breathing. She makes it through without a single slip up, her heart is soaring and every hint of fright has 

dissolved into the atmosphere around her. She sets herself up for the finale. As the music dips low she 

breathes in and out, as it soars she goes up with it, she silently counts, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 

13, 14, 15, 16 fuetes, And. She’s. Done. She lands in her fifth perfectly on the final note. Her breathing is

heavy, and her smile is tired, but her eyes beam brighter than ever before. 

Stretching in class :) Please excuse my horrendous posture and bent knees!

(And just because I'm such a name nerd I went ahead and gave my ballerina a name: Blaise Adelais)
  I apologize for the strange spacing..blogger has a mind of it's own...

An Answer

Lord, so often I seek after my own needs, I completely ignore Your gentle pleas

When all around me people's hearts are breaking, the truth is I need a good shaking

I say I want to set the world on fire, but I lack true desire

Then I fall at Your feet, Lord, Your passion and love are what I seek

I hear a soft whisper and my heart starts to sing, I can feel Your presence Oh, my King

Your love overwhelms me, opens my eyes and sets me free,

You point out my problems in the gentlest way, my heart starts to break, but You carry all the weight

Then You relight my fire, my heart flames desire

You continue to tell me until I see, I must love others more than me!


I wrote this poem/prayer after reading Philippians 2. Feel free to let me know what you think :)

                                                         ( By the way the pic is actually of Romans 12 and 13 not Philippians 2)