Joshua

This post is to celebrate my youngest, unplanned-by-me, child. And it's not even his birthday. What a joy! I am SO VERY GLAD that God planned him. He is wry, witty, funny, serious, sensitive, considerate...did you know that he asks if he can run my bathwater for me in the early morning? what boy does that? So now and again he gets up early just to run me a bath. I am the luckiest of mothers.

Forty

I'm 39. 40 is hovering, a butterfly waiting to shed its chrysalis and burst into life. I feel like I've been this caterpillar all my life, and now and again I've molted and shed old skin for new and grown and ...eaten. lots of eating. and soon I feel like I will come into my own. That's what 40 symbolizes for me. hmmmmmmm. (that's the sound of my insides quivering in anticipation of what God has in store for me)