This evening, at the maternity store (because once again I have nothing that fits).
Me, to the very kind saleslady: Do you think I should get this one size up?
Saleslady: Oh, no, I think it's fine and you don't have much longer, do you? You're nearly there. How far along are you?
Me: Um. Twenty-one weeks.
Saleslady (her jaw dropping to her chin and her eyes fixed on my belly): Oh, deeeeaaaar....
I bought the next size up;-)
Let me be this kind of friend, this kind of mother, this kind of wife, please God:
Oh, the comfort —
the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person —
having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words,
but pouring them all right out,
just as they are,
chaff and grain together;
certain that a faithful hand will take and sift them,
keep what is worth keeping,
and then with the breath of kindness blow the rest away.
~Dinah Craik
... there was the desire to engage ourchildren in the beauty of silent, meditative prayer. We wanted to be able to leave them with something that would engage their hearts and minds while giving them something to do with their hands, something lovely to create. Read the rest here.
Wear did I get the outfit Karoline is wearing in this post?
It's a Kristen Lawrence creation! Now go! Go tell her we need her to open an Etsy shop!
Curriclick is offering a Colonial America Lapbook for free this week. Thanks to those of you who mentioned this.
I'm Elizabeth. I'm a happy wife and the mother of nine children. I grab grace with both hands and write to encourage myself and others to seize and nurture the joy of every day. I blog here with my daughter, Mary Beth, a wholehearted young lady on the brink of adulthood.
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