My eyes stay open through the watches of the night, that I may meditate on your promises. Psalm 119:148 It happens from time to time. In a pack. Nights of waking up at 3 a.m. Night after night. After night. The blue light of the numbers on the bedside clock highlight my wakened state, the two dots keeping the hour…
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~Blue Eyes~ ~Blue~ ~yes, the photo is a little fuzzy~ ~because 8 of 8 is always in motion~ ~and a six-year-old took the picture for me~ ~but still~ ~those are the blue eyes he gets from his Daddy~ Sat, 10 Apr 2010 09:59:00 +0000julielylescarr

We arrived back on our street the other day after a long walk to find our little avenue transformed. It was no longer just a suburban thoroughfare.

That cute little guy up there? He’s got a big, big birthday coming up. I won’t mention the actual numeric value of said birthday. Because he might just pinch me the next time I see him. But to suffice it to say, it’s big. That’s my daddy.

Yes, I’ve been mothering a long time. Yes, I’ve picked up some skills along the way. But this twin thing, my 7 & 8 of 8 cabooses, well, they’re kicking my hiney. Particularly my housekeeping hiney. I thought I had experienced the messes a bunch of kids could make. But these twins? They are just particularly gifted. And grubby. Dare…
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