- I’m not sure what is going on, but for some strange reason, my baby has started waking up early. When I say early, I mean like 7 am!! That’s early for the Gowens. We stay up late and sleep in. I was certain that Bailey understood this schedule. Chloe embraces it, as her parents do. Yet, all week that baby has been waking up at 7. She doesn’t cry. She just laughs and calls out for me in her own way (shrieking loudly). When you go to get her, she just smiles and laughs. That’s no good. I can’t even be mad at that stinking cuteness. Ben and I sat her down this morning, and giving her the benefit of the doubt, we explained again to her how our sleep schedule works. The audacity. She didn’t even apologize. She just sat there grinning around the fist she had planted in her mouth, like drooling is going to help solve this dilemma. I tried talking to her about it again as I rocked her for a nap. Right in the middle of what I was saying, she interrupted and began jabbering to the writing on my concert t-shirt sleeve. Then you know what she did? She filled her pants with fecal matter! If that’s not a snub at my authority, then I don’t know what is. I’ve threatened no more Duck Dynasty until she changes her ways, but I don’t know. She’s hard-headed just like her Daddy. I’ll keep you updated.
- Chloe seems to be stuck between wanting to be a big sister, and wanting to be an only child. She has gotten to where she wants to help with Bailey all the time. No, help isn’t the right word. She wants to do it all herself. She is certain she can carry the baby. Chloe weighs 28 lbs. Bailey weighs 15 lbs. You can imagine how well that works for her. It means this Momma has to be watching at all times! She cried this morning because I had already changed Bailey’s diaper before she got a chance to help. She pulled Bailey’s bassinet (with Bailey in it) to her room so they could watch TV together. She’ll reach over and hold her hand. It’s really sweet. Then, there’s the other side. She can’t stand it when I’m holding the baby. She’ll ask me to put her down, or like this morning, just crawl right up there with us. I’ll try to tell her there’s not room, but she thinks an inch is a mile. She will try to squeeze her body onto any tiny open space available on my lap or next to me in the chair. When Bailey woke from her long nap this afternoon, Chloe started to whine when I went to retrieve the crying baby. I had literally spent the entire 3 hours playing with Chloe while the baby slept. Of course, whenever I put her down for a nap, Chloe is quick to ask where she’s at and act disappointed that she’s sleeping. It’s not easy being two.
- In line with the above, Chloe rarely can stay away when I’m rocking the baby to sleep. Today, I read them both a story in the rocker/recliner. Then I fed the baby and rocked her to sleep. Chloe stayed beside me in the chair as I rocked. She snuggled up against my arm and kissed my shoulder. I looked over at her, and she puckered up her lips. I leaned over for a kiss, and she said, “I wub you so much!” It’s so magical when a child says that without urging and spontaneously, rather than in response to you saying it first. It’s not the first time she’s done it, but today, for some reason, I happened to really notice her demeanor as she spoke. I could tell by her countenance that she meant it, and that really touched my heart. I suppose one day she may not say it as much. I hope not, but just in case, I’ll be certain to store these moments up in my heart for safe keeping.
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- This morning I found myself all in arms and frustrated because my ice machine is on the fritz. I love to drink water, and I drink so much that bottled water would be crazy. I drink it in a glass, and love it cold. I was perturbed that I had to settle for cold water from the tap, instead of my usual ice water. I stopped in my vexing, and realized how ridiculous I was being. I thought back to when I lived in South America and we didn’t have ice. It was 110 degrees! I thought back to boot camp and marching all day on black asphalt in the summer. I recalled how good that warm water tasted from my plastic canteen. It’s so easy to get all comfy and take your blessings for granted. Sorry Lord. I thanked God, then, for my cold tap water, and the fact that I could just run to the store for ice cube trays.
- I went out for ice cube trays, among other things. Y’all know I go to Walmart 3-5 times a week anyhow. I also got some flowers from Lowes. On my way home, the children, in their own subtle way, reminded me naps were past due. Bailey started with jabbering. Then that turned to screeching. It was like she was communicating her angst. Since no one came to rescue her from her car seat prison, it escalated to full out crying. Chloe was whining/crying the same phrase over and over. I dropped my duckie, I dropped my duckie, I dropped my duckie. Like I can just reach back there and get it out of the floor board! Chloe’s repetitive drone mixed well with Bailey’s anguished cries, and their duet resembled a lost tape recording from an insane asylum. I continued to talk to my Aunt, who was riding shotgun, like nothing was amiss. I have indeed become my Mother.
- Those girls did not fall asleep in the car, nor did they fall asleep when we got home. My children are like robots. They are like sleep fighting ninjas. If North Korea was to us, like sleep is to my kids, there would be no worries. We would evade attack with no problem. Chloe, being older and further skilled, avoided a nap all together. Bailey proved a capable adversary, and only allowed a cat nap to take her. I had to put that baby in her high chair while I cooked dinner, so she could feel like she was a part of the action. She was still sleepy, and therefore grumpy. I had my back to her as I stirred at the stove. She would threaten to fuss, but every time I turned and would look at her, she would start laughing hysterically. So I cooked Alfredo while spinning around and making silly faces. Speaking of insane asylums. Hope nobody saw me through the window. Being a parent is like being a stand-up comic. You’ll do anything for a laugh.
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- We spent a large part of our day outside. I don’t know how we couldn’t have. It was beautiful. We enjoyed a walk around the block. Ben was mowing, and naturally Chloe is terrified of the mower. So I took her away from the sound. As I walked, I thought it was definitely a Ferris Bueller kind of day. I got Bailey down for a nap with plans to weed my flower bed. Weed is an understatement. Last spring I was pregnant and didn’t touch it, so it was like a tiny jungle. Bailey usually takes a big nap around lunch, but it was like she sensed we weren’t inside or something. She kept waking up crying. Once I took her outside and put her in her seat in the shade, she was quite content. She just didn’t want to miss what we were doing I guess. Chloe made mud pies and played with worms on the driveway. I hoed, and raked, and pulled. I’m certain I will feel pain tomorrow. I’ve never been a gardner, but I’m proud of what I’ve done so far. I’m gonna get some mulch and flowers to put out later this week.
- After a full day of yard work, we took it inside around 5:30. Bailey needed a nap since she had not really taken one. I felt like she would be all for it. She had not pooped in over 2 days, which is a long time for a breastfed baby. I knew it was the starting of solids doing it, so this morning I gave her prunes. Be glad you were not here! It was epic. I haven’t seen that much poop since looking down the porta-potty at the fair. After I finished that massive clean up, I found Chloe bawling in her room. It seems her Daddy had her in there. I asked her why she was crying, and she replied “Daddy said a bad word!” Oh my! “What did he say?” I asked her. “He said I have to clean my room!” Being the sucker I am, I helped her clean. She’s two! I did show her how and made her put her toys away. It must have been a tough job. She passed out on the couch right after. It could have been exhaustion from all the mud pies she baked as well. Bailey was quick to follow suit. I know Ben and I will sleep as soundly tonight as those tired babies after our labor out front.
- This morning I put Bailey on the floor to play with her activity gym. I placed her on her back so she could reach up and play with the dangling toys. She would enjoy them for a while, then she would roll over onto her stomach. Once she got there, she really wasn’t sure what to do next. She couldn’t crawl, and she couldn’t reach her toys anymore. She would begin to cry, so I would put her on her back again. But the cycle would repeat, over and over. Eventually I placed her in her Bumbo seat so she was forced to be still. She contentedly played with her toys for a long time. Once again, I can see myself in my children’s actions. How often does God place me in a situation, and I thrust about and end up in a position that is very uncomfortable? Then I cry out to Him and he saves me. But guess what? I don’t usually learn my lesson right away, and end up right back there. Sometimes He has to close doors to lead me to open ones that will place me in His will for my life, and back in relationship with Him. Once I’m there I find I’m quite content, and wonder why I didn’t just stay in His presence in the first place.
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- Somedays I feel like my life is like a classroom, and I’m the eager student soaking in each lesson as it comes. It seems that so many instances in our day to day comings and goings can be learned from. I observed a clinical situation today with an extremely critical patient. The patient, though still critical, improved significantly after a very small and simple intervention. The patient was surrounded by monitors of all types, assisted by multiple machines, and being pumped full of numerous medications. As I looked at it all, I could see how it would be so easy to miss the forest for the trees. Often, the simplest explanation or intervention is all the answer you need. It’s easy to forget that, and inadvertently complicate things. How often do I do that?
- There are so many things in life that you know that you know, yet you seem to forget. Know what I mean? You know your family loves you, but you may still need reassurance through words and actions that affirm their affection. It may be something at work, that you know how to do, but have to constantly, mentally remind yourself of the steps. This morning I found myself having to remember to surrender my day over to God. I know that He’s in control. I know that He has my best interests at heart. I know He won’t forsake me. So, where does worry or stress fit into that equation? It doesn’t. I know that, but find that I have to remind myself of it often. I find that scripture, song, and prayer helps me recall. Worry and stresses can be like those trees I spoke of earlier. It clouds your vision, and you miss that the simplest answer is there. Surrender is simple. It’s just not always easy.
- So what’s the answer to this dilemma? Well, hold on now. Not so fast. There I go again searching for that elusive solution. When a patient codes or goes into cardiac/respiratory arrest, it’s important to give all the life saving treatments, but don’t forget the most simple and often overlooked task. Check the blood sugar. You could just have a bottomed out diabetic who needs some glucose. Maybe I shouldn’t strain my eyes trying to see the answer, but instead close them, calm myself, and allow the solution to surface. This is surrender. Realizing that you don’t have all the answers, so therefore stop fidgeting about trying to milk it out of thin air. You’ll end up like a drowning man, thrashing about and using up all your energy when a buoy was just over the next wave. If you could have treaded water, your lifesaver would have pulled you from the tumultuous surf. Throw up your hands and admit you don’t know. That’s when it will come. The answer is there. Matthew 6:33- But seek first the kingdom of God and his righteousness, and all these things will be added unto you.
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- I remember when I was a young woman, just starting out in the medical field. I would watch the seasoned ones with awe and longing. I ended up finishing my nursing degree while in the Navy. I was stationed at a teaching hospital and saw so many things. Not being restricted by any rules that typically govern most traditional nursing schools, I was encouraged to get hands on experience in skills that even now as a RN are considered out of my scope of practice in a civilian sector. At that time, I would watch other Corpsman performing amazing clinical skills with such ease. I thought, one day I’ll get there.
- When I did finish Nursing School, I cried when I got my diploma. The first thing I realized at my first job as a RN, was that I knew absolutely nothing! All the school and all the training while working as a Corpsman, gave me a wonderful foundation that placed me at an advantage when compared to my peers, but didn’t mean so much when it came down to it. It was because the medical field is so complex. You will never know everything and you’ll never stop learning.
- One day you wake up and you go to work, and when you look around, you see young faces looking back at you. You realize you’re doing the training. Your answering the questions, and you’re demonstrating the skills. People come to you with questions, expecting the answers. I don’t know how it happens, but one day you realize you’re not the new guy anymore, and it scares the hell out of you. One thing you’ll never do, though, is stop learning. And you’ll never think you have all the answers. When you do, it’s time to move on.
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- Confessions of a Supposedly Super Mom: My toddler is often up at night past 10 pm. I’m sure an earlier bedtime would be more appropriate, but she enjoys time with her Daddy, and it’s not worth the battle. Both my children sleep in the bed with me. If it’s lazy of me to just roll over and feed my baby, instead of getting up and sleepwalking through the house to do it; then color me lazy! I love it. Unless we have somewhere to go, we’re usually still in our pajamas at lunch time. I am borderline obsessed with sweeping my hardwood floors. I walk around barefoot, and can’t stand stepping on debris. I consistently allow Chloe to play outside in sprinklers, muddy puddles, and sandboxes because she loves it. This means I spend a lot of my time sweeping, but I can’t stop. Yesterday Chloe dropped her popsicle on the ground. I told her to wipe it off and go ahead and eat it, that it would be fine. My kids always have cute stylish clothes on, procured from yard sales, thrift stores, and clearance racks at Walmart. Last night I was eating ice cream (yes, at 10 pm). I stopped mid snack and picked a large booger from Chloe’s nose. I wiped it on a tissue, then continued to eat my ice cream without a thought about it. I say fantastically profound things to my child, like “You better close that umbrella before I rain on your butt!”
- Confessions of a Smiling Woman: A woman’s mind is an intricate machine, that is little understood and more complex than nanotechnology. A woman can project a beautifully radiant smile to all around her, while a view inside would show tears that steadily fell from her eyes. A woman is her own worst enemy the majority of the time. I often look in the mirror and border on hating what I see. I see the extra weight from childbirth, and instead of wearing it like a badge of honor, I see it as a scarlet A. I see women on TV and in magazines and think that is what I should be. Every picture that is taken, is later viewed with scrutiny. Instead of seeing a smile, a memory made of a time of true joy, I focus in on excess midsection or split ends. When I see my own reflection, some days the new wrinkles make me smile with the contentment of a life well lived thus far. Other days, my worst critic, myself, will rear her ugly head of self mockery. She will point out each flaw, and leave me feeling deflated. It’s at these times, when a kind compliment by my spouse does more than he will ever know. This same queen of judgement over physical attributes, will sometimes creep in to critique how I see myself as a wife and mother. She is usually ignored, but occasionally brings her downer attitude to my party. It’s an internal battle to love self as Christ loves you, rather than believe the falsity of self doubt. A woman’s smile can often be her shield. I am reminded of Smoky Robinson’s “Track of My Tears”.
- Confessions of a Hurried Housewife: I haven’t really dusted in years. I take full advantage of the swiffer duster. I mutter angry things under my breath about my husband and children when I sort laundry. My husband tells me he likes me without make up, yet even if I’m not going anywhere, I put it on so I’ll look pretty for him. My husband likes to crawl into a freshly made bed at night. I don’t have to make the bed for him, but I choose to because he likes it. I usually don’t get around to making it until about 1/2 hour before he gets home that night, around 8:30 pm or so. While it’s rare, I sometimes wish it was just me and the cat again, sitting on the sofa reading a novel. I try not to base so much on it, but I love when my family makes a happy plate of what I cooked. On the other hand, it also frustrates me when they don’t seem to eat any of it at all. I am still engaged in an epic battle between my desire for a shining, white porcelain sink and our arch nemesis, Ben’s beard trimmings. I can not for the life of me get everything I need from the store in one trip. Wednesday I went for creamer and chocolate milk. Yesterday I realized I needed diapers. Today I had to go get chicken nuggets and coffee. When I got home with 3 bags of stuff, I realized I forgot the coffee. I could go on like this for days, but I won’t. Maybe I’ll just make a part 2.
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- My goal is to live every day to its fullest, to enjoy each moment entirely. Most days I feel like we hit that pretty spot on. I am truly enjoying my 2 1/2 year old daughter. I know it’s no secret to anyone who knows me, but I am madly in love with her. I adore the way she has an answer for everything, even if that answer is nonsense. If I ask “why did you take your shoes off?” and she replies “because there’s a frog outside.” I love her independence. When I was rocking the baby, I told her when I was done we could cook dinner. Soon after, I found her in the kitchen, a chair pulled to the counter, a box of instant potatoes ripped open, and potato flakes all over the counter, floor, and some in a pot. Today she asked as I was washing dishes “get me some spray and a scrubber. I wanna wash the car.” I next saw her running outside with Lysol bathroom cleaner and the toilet brush. I quickly traded her for some soap and water in a spray bottle and a sponge. I encourage her wanting to help me clean, cook, or any other task she wants to tackle.
- It’s so important to me to soak up every moment when I realize they’re speeding by. Ben commented today that he wished both girls could stay the age they are right now. I quickly told him I couldn’t breastfeed forever. But I totally knew what he meant. I recently saw a toddler girl. She was so cute and chubby. You know the cute chubby where their feet are still fat. I had not truly realized until I compared her and my daughter, that Chloe had moved past toddler while I wasn’t looking. Chloe has shot up in height and slimmed up, now more resembling the little girl she is becoming rather than the toddler she once was. I see my little girl outside today with her long pony tail curled up at the end, and even longer legs, and I just can’t stop watching her. I’m not sure if it’s fear she’s gonna hurt herself out there, or fear that if I look away she’ll come back from the swing set a 10 year old. So I just keep watching. I watch her move from cleaning the car, to cleaning all her ride on toys, then her playhouse, then the slide, and finally the sandbox, before she heads back to cleaning the car with a now muddy sponge. I can’t stop watching for more reasons than one, for sure.
- I do enjoy each day, as I said, but I understand the sad days too. I know the days when I miss my Mom and wish she knew my babies. I know days when I may not be content with where I am in life compared to the dreams of where I want to be. I know days when so much tragedy and evil can come to surface all around you in such a way that it’s extremely disheartening. I thought this morning that I’m not sure how people who don’t know Christ and have a relationship with God that offers hope and an end to pain, how they can move past tragedy. I do know that God is there whether you take advantage of the wonderful benefits a relationship with Him entails or not. I thought of a time when I pushed Him away, and tried to live a life on my own. I thought of my life before I even knew Him. I know He had His hand on me even then. I don’t know why bad people do bad things. I don’t know why there has to be pain, even to good people. I do know that He is in control, and that knowledge gives me peace even in the turmoil. Who wouldn’t want that. I look at my kids, and I see a future. There are good people in this world, and there is hope. I will enjoy every moment of each day, even if sadness comes; there is hope.
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- I know some women with twins, and today I got perhaps a glimpse of the double the trouble, and double the fun that they experience. My Sister found herself really needing a sitter today while she was at work, and I couldn’t say no. I have trained my children to sleep in, and since even Ben works later hours, none of us get up until 9 am. We in turn, hold later hours, such as not having dinner until 8 or 9 pm, when Ben gets home. This is a schedule that works for us as a family. You can imagine my excitement over Sis dropping off her daughter at 6 am. Like I said, though, I couldn’t say no. We have always helped each other in my family. My niece has a tendency to experience separation anxiety, so I prayed it up before she arrived! It really went beautifully. A normally loud child, she was very quiet while the rest of the house slept, and even laid down beside me, and we both drifted off until 9 am, when the baby began to stir. My niece is exactly one day younger than my daughter. No we didn’t plan that, it just happened. They had a grand time playing today, with minimal “No, that’s mine” moments. It was amusing to hear two chattering voices in unison. I don’t know if they were listening to one another or not. I certainly couldn’t understand most of it. I stepped in pee, thankfully in the bathroom floor, not once but twice. I was amazed when they went down for a nap simultaneously. There were double the chicken nuggets, double the juice boxes, double the booboo’s, and in the end, double the comedic relief. I just grinned ear to ear as I watched them jump through the sprinkler in their matching Dora panties.
- Chloe continued to act like she had a comrade in arms, even after Hannah left. It’s like a bravery was there that normally is not. She felt it was necessary to test my limits as we went to dinner, eating with her hands (something she never does), then switching to just putting her face in her plate after I instructed her to use her spoon. When I questioned if she was testing me, she looked at me very serious like and replied very deadpan “yes”. Which then brings to mind, why do children try to get you in trouble for abuse? Is mine the only one that does this? You physically move them when correcting them, and suddenly they yell out very loudly “Ouch Mommy! You hurt me!” I did no such thing. I may have thought about it in the back recesses of my brain. But I didn’t. She was also amusing. As the waiter at the Mexican restaurant spoke to her, she asked him “Why are you talking like that? That’s Spanish!” I suppose he didn’t look like Diego (Dora the Explorer’s cousin) so she didn’t think his accent was appropriate. She is a challenge, but still my ultimate joy.
- In continuation of yesterday’s post, Ben and I came to a final ruling on the decision we had under consideration. I found myself praying about it early this morning, wanting to make sure I heard God’s voice correctly when the time came. It was then that I felt like He told me I needed to not stress and worry if I was making the right decision, that in Him there is not fear. I couldn’t fear making the wrong decision, but just needed to relax and trust that we would know what to do when it came down to it. In the end, we made what I truly believe to be the right decision. It was based logically, with our best interests in mind. That’s not always easy. It’s much more fun to go with the choice that is more exciting and enjoyable to our desires and pleasures. It’s nice though, when you can lean on the knowledge and judgement that being in God’s character has taught you. Then it seems to just come naturally to you. I feel a real peace about it, and that is all I need.
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- I’ve spent a large part of my day packing up winter clothes, to make room for summer duds. It’s been quite a chore, when you factor in doing that for three girls. And, it’s not like I can start and just work till I’m finished. Like my sleep, my housework is fractured as well. Bailey takes her big nap around lunch, and now that I’ve started proceeding this nap with a little rice cereal, she usually takes a good one. The thing is, betting on that is like playing roulette. You might end up losing out. She can always surprise you and wake up after 30 minutes. Today, though, would have been a good day for throwing the dice. She slept four hours straight. That only left the toddler to contend with. After meals, a bath, getting dressed, and plenty of cuddles, I was able to get to business. It’s always hard for me to put away Chloe’s little dresses, knowing she won’t wear them again. Glad I got another girl.
- Ben and I have been presented with a decision for our future that requires some heavy duty praying. I want to make a sound decision and not act on emotion. I also want to operate within God’s plan. I know God gave us a brain and free will, but I firmly believe in open and closed doors. I believe God is in control of all things and by handing over all aspects, it allows Him to move freely. I prayed that if it was His will for us to move forward, He would make it clear. Ben also said if He did, we should be ready to step out in faith. Please keep us in your prayers as we seek God for answers. Pray that we hear Him crystal clear. If you have a word for me, I’m open.
- Earlier, I placed Bailey on the floor. As I stood up and towered over her, I thought how small she looked. This afternoon, when Ben carried her into the kitchen after her nap, I thought she looked so big. I told her, “sometimes you look big, and sometimes you look small.” I chuckled immediately as it occurred to me that that is a perfect description of my Christian walk. I would probably never refer to myself as a big Christian. What I mean is I can look back to where I used to be, when I was so scared and lonely in life, consumed by worry and depression. I was so small in my relationship with Christ. Then I see how He brought me out of it all, and it makes me feel like a giant, tall and proud for what we overcame. Then I look into the future, to where I would desire to be in Christ and I feel kinda small again compared to the expanse I have to travel. Philippians 3:12-14. Not that I have already obtained all this, or have already been made perfect, but I press on to take hold of that for which Christ Jesus took hold of me. Brothers I do not consider myself yet to have taken hold of it. But one thing I do: forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead, I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus.
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- I started my Monday as I do most. I slept 12 hours last night. Yes it was fractured, but even if it’s broken up, 12 hours sleep is amazing. The rest of the day followed suit as being pretty darn wonderful. I decided to try Bailey on some rice cereal this morning. I remember Chloe wasn’t in any hurry to eat solids, and pushed them out of her mouth until at least 6 months of age. Bailey, living up to being her own little Gowen, ate every bite like she’d been doing this the whole time. I was proud of her, but once again amazed at how quickly she’s growing up. We did some spring cleaning outside, tidying up the back deck and yard. Chloe surprised me saying, “I need me a princess gun so I can shoot me some wasps.” I can only blame her Father. He did buy three water guns, and we all enjoyed a water fight outside. We took a walk around the block a few times, rode bikes, and went for ice cream. The entire day was made more enjoyable by constant commentary by Chloe. She has an explanation for everything, and if you don’t acknowledge her comment, she’ll be glad to repeat it over and over until you do. I know the day was an enjoyable one for her too, as she ended it by falling asleep in her dinner plate.
- I also got to enjoy a favorite bi-annual past-time of mine. Tonight was the kid’s exchange. As usual, I spent more than I planned on spending. I try to narrow down my selections, but still end up with a laundry basket full. I rather enjoy the rule about not bringing your kids. I see that some people do, but don’t tell my husband that! It’s the only time ever that I get to shop without looking around to make sure Chloe hasn’t broken something or disappeared. That in itself is like a mini vacation. The plan is always to spend what I plan on making off my sales. That’s like planning to just eat half that brownie last night! Good intentions, but not realistic when I see something I want. Chloe was pleased with her clothes, but was especially excited for the Little Mermaid swimsuit and pink poodle dress (as I knew she would be, and the only reason I got either one). Bless Ben. He endured my show and tell of my purchases, and never said a word when I told him the total spent. Good man.
- As I thought of how wonderful my day was, I couldn’t help but think of the tragedy today in Boston. I’ll be honest. I sometimes want to be like an ostrich and bury my head in the sand when it comes to things like that. I think that if I can forget the ugly world exists, and surround and submerge myself in my beautiful, little world, all the rest will fade away and be unable to touch us. I felt so guilty for that today. I was reminded of a song by Matthew West called My Own Little World. I asked God “to break my heart for what breaks yours”. I thought of how grieved He must be when He sees us harm one another. I prayed for forgiveness for myself and my complacency, but also for humankind and what we do to ourselves every day. I’ve attempted to share a link for that song, so hopefully it works. The lyrics say it all.
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