Last October, Mike and I took Atticus on an art crawl in a local neighborhood. He cared more about the neighborhood dogs than the pottery, but he smiled as I carried him in the Ergo, and someone gave me a small glass of wine, and we had beautiful fall weather, and he was wearing the cutest hat.
Also, we got a lot of comments like, “Exposing him to the arts at such a young age!” I love it when people approve of my parenting.
After the art, we went home and Atticus and I napped, and then he woke up and I nursed him and he napped some more while I lay next to him, watching him sleep. It was my favorite day of his first year, just a random Saturday in October. We were out and about. There was sleeping and snuggling and art appreciation.
I will confess that I had trouble finding much of anything that might be saving my life in the middle of a difficult week of state testing. These are sweet days overall for our family: we are getting more sleep now, and Atticus is busy and learning, and we have a good routine. That October Saturday made me hope that these days would be coming. I have thought about that pearl of a day this week, rolled it over in my mind as I watched students bubble their answer sheets, and I am grateful that we are stringing together more like it.
What is saving your life this week?
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” There was sleeping and snuggling and art appreciation” I love snuggling with my big boy. We have been praying about adoption, we were scheduled to meet with our church’s adoption team but had to put it on hold when we learned of Kevin’s death. I was praying to the Lord on Thursday about feeling like 40 was too old to adopt. That day at the park we met a man and his adopted daughter. He was 48 when he and his wife adopted her. He said, I thought I was too old to adopt, but her adoption was completely from the Lord. He changed my heart. I’m so glad He did. I couldn’t stop the tears as he told me about his story. I apologized. I told him I felt like God was speaking to me through him. God takes time to answer even the little things.