Lent Day 35

Fast: Give Christ your voice today. Say what He would say.

Pray: Give Christ your heart today. Love without limit.

Give: Give Christ your hands today. Do what He would do.

Shower of Photos: This Stinks

So, it only makes me smile to look at it. I dislike catching a whiff of it on the breeze.
 

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Bradford Pear greets the Spring Day right outside my door. Makes me smile every time.
Visit Jen to see more of April's Shower of photos (and to, well, just visit Jen, because who wouldn't want to go there?)

I am going to learn to crochet...

...even if I only crochet roses, because I think that this is the perfect birthday gift for every baby's first birthday.Or maybe second birthday... And I think no Montessori atrium should be without a basket of them. AND I want to be like Kimberlee when I grow up. Go see!

Lent Day 34

Fast: Be little. “For it is part of a truly great man not merely to be equal to great things, but also to make little things great by his power.” – St. Basil

Pray: Pray an Act of Spiritual Communion

Give: What household job have you been avoiding? No more excuses. Tackle it today.

The First Baby I Ever Loved

A long time ago (I won't say how long publicly;-), a baby was born into my life. I still remember the day I met her. My grandmother (who shared the baby's birthday) snuck me into the hospital and I got a quick peek. We went to lunch at a fancy restaurant in Newport and we got hopelessly lost on the way home. Oh, how I loved that baby! I think she set me up for a lifeftime of intense babylove. I remember crawling into her crib in the morning and waking her because I couldn't wait to play with her. And my favorite, favorite thing about that baby was that I could make her smile. I still remember the intense joy that came with seeing her crooked smile.
We grew together, Krysti and I. She was my only real friend until I was twelve. And though she never knew it, it broke my heart to leave her when I went to college.
This morning, my two-year-old woke my sleeping baby. I asked her why.
"So she would smile at me," came the reply.
I understand.
Even now, all these many years later, nothing is so wonderful as seeing your baby sister smile.
Happy Birthday, Krysti.
I wish you many, many smiles.