With Each Passing Day

With each passing day I am more and more thankful. No, it’s not living some fantasy over here. It’s tough work and real life. In that mix of exhaustion, quarantine-like social distancing until the baby comes (since I am a “high risk” in this COVID world), and long discipleship conversations initiated by you budding and curious young people, I still find myself thankful to drink this cup of investment and not pass it on.

I’m thankful for hearing you play carefree in the yard, catching glimpses of your joy from kitchen sink dishwashing sessions.

I’m thankful to see you investing in a little sister you cannot wait to hold and have prayed over a chance to hold for years.

Slow and steady
Patience and dedication
Hannah was thrilled to pick out fabric and sew a pillow to help her hold her baby sister more comfortably once she arrives.
A portable baby seat project with Rachael.
Practicing cloth diapering.

Thankful to see your willingness to be adventurous and step outside of your previous inflexibilities.

Our semi-pathetic first attempt at reverse California rolls with Moz ingredients 😉
Weekly Salad bar for lunch that you all would have cried through many years ago, but welcome now.
He’s slimy!
And dazed

Thankful to see you love deeply without asking for anything in return.

Chick reading snuggles
Carefully moving them out of full sun and making sure they have enough seed.
Porch school so we can “babysit” the chicks
Serving.
The greatest skill comes in the investment of love.

Yep, it’s been a lot of us just doing normal life lately…

Just another day of piano practice 🙂
Enjoying the fruit of 7 hours of rug repair work for our market find.
Making worm composting bins. And learning how to use power tools. 🙂

And it makes me so thankful

Finding new views.
Sabbath dinner.

That I get to do slower life with you.

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