We sit on the floor. The littles and dogs playing around me. The kids—baby clad in footy pajamas and little boy in his usual Superman suit—build blocks and destroy them. Padawan training for the baby. She’s not quiet a Jedi, still learning to master the force. My husband’s new “friend” Alexa plays Christmas music. IContinue reading “As Thankful as Ever”
It is so easy to get caught up in all of life’s busy-ness, to fall head first into responsibility, productivity, and the general go go go of it all. I get it. We need to be responsible and productive in life. We need to get stuff done.
She doesn’t even cry. Not in front of us anyway. She’s like a rock. We’re in a hotel for days while looking for a new house. She keeps us sane, activity-filled, like the destruction of our home is somehow a fun vacation opportunity.