We Caught the Fever

Yes, I saw The Hunger Games. And I was not the least bit ashamed to have Sophie and I both sporting Katniss hair to church the following Sunday. There is absolutely no shame in a 32-year-old woman whose body bears the marks of 3 babies in 3 years attempting to look like a 19-year-old movie star who can wear skin tight burning leather flawlessly. After all, when that waiter at lunch mistook me for 30 instead of 32, it was all worth it. Yeah baby.

Have I mentioned just how much I love that girl?

Perseveration

It's a big speechie word. It means being stuck on one idea and you can't stop talking and thinking about it. After this weekend and Will's "traumatic" elevator experience, I've now lived the full and complete perseverative experience through my son. Let's just say I am currently looking up ideas on how to grow my hair back quickly.

In his defense, I have to admit one thing. When we went running like mad rabbits from the Holiday Inn, I was envisioning 30 men dressed in black, swinging down from ropes off the top of the roof with a helicopter hovering overhead, ready to take us to our "new home." But I have no idea where Will gets his crazy notions.

*Sigh*

I want so stinking badly to blog more often. Somehow it escapes me night after night. Before I know it the date of my last post was weeks ago and the picture that stares back is becoming increasingly irritating, like the skipping DVD player that wasn't so bad at first but gradually grew to a point where you wanted to pull the DVD player from the wall, cord and all, and smash it to smithereens against the floor. Of course I've never felt that way, I can just imagine that some people have.

Tonight it was Continuing Education that almost stole every minute away. Tomorrow it will be more of the same, along with some bills to pay. The next night? Laundry. Or dishes. Or perhaps laying in my husband's arms for a stolen few moments to chat.

Yet then I see this picture. I see them. This is truly what God has called me to: to love them during the day, not me. To see them and be with them - in the moment with them. Not working on another chore, not at my computer, not reading my books, NOT focused on ME. I am thankful, I am blessed beyond measure, I desire to be full of His love. Because He chose to love me, I choose to love them. And if that means blog posts are rare, I can live with that.

(Anyway, who really cares about updating my silly blog, when you can gaze at this picture for weeks to come?)