Saturday, August 9, 2008


I had one of those not-so-rare moments today.
I saw these feet.
Then I thought that I wanted to remember this image forever. These feet won't be this size for long. Which reminds me, I need to go find some size 7 tennis shoes one of these days.
Those sweet hands.
I could kiss those toes!
Okay, I admit; I haved kissed those toes.
These little moments, when I'm caught off guard over such a wonder as little feet, I stop and drink it it. I try to make the moment etched in my memory. For there will be days to come when there won't be little feet around to smile at. When those feet will be stepping up into the schoolbus. Or pressing down the driving pedal. Or walking across a graduation stage. Or down the isle. I hope they always find their way back to me.

This is the face of those feet. Notice the milk mushtache. He could be in commercials, don't you think?

What a wonder, a blessing, a miracle I have sitting in my kitchen every morning. Thank you, Lord, for sending this little soul to me and giving me the priviledge to experience the blessings that go with being a mommy.

Broken baby

This is what my baby looks like:
Yes, she has a BROKEN clavicle bone. What's worse is she had a broken clavicle bone for 3 days before I even took her to the doctor.
Or is it worse that I don't know how it happened?
You can go ahead and submit me for the Best Mother of the Year award now.
She's a good sport, isn't she? This is her, all in one piece, poor thing. I figured that I would throw that in so you could see that she's not so bad when all the kings' horses and all the kings' men put her together again.