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Friday’s Movement.
The front door crashed open before breakfast was even on the table. “Mom. Mom. Mom,” Mosely was rushing to my side, breathless. “Prince Caspian won’t get up. He can’t stand up.” And it was Friday. And the day was tilting. I ran out to the goat’s pen and surveyed the situation. It didn’t look good. Poor little Caspian was suffering…
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overheard truth
And the sister said, “Do you know what we have during this sad time?” The other one asked, “What? What do we have?” “One another.”
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doing the best I can
And I want to gather them all to me, like little chicks in a nest, and pull them close and look into their eyes and whisper, “You guys. You guys. Mommy is doing the best she can.” Isn’t that what all we mommas want to say? We’re doing the best we can. And we know, my goodness we know, that…
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too much knowledge.
Maybe this kid knows too much. At bedtime – of course at bedtime, it’s always at bedtime – Bergen Hawkeye comes shooting down the stairs. (You can never say that boy walks down the stairs. He just doesn’t.) He sails into the living room and exhales. “Mom!” he has that look in his eyes. “There’s a cockroach in the girls’…
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the blue ghost fairies
Last week I got a text from Hannah telling us what we needed to do on Sunday night. So, you know, we did what Hannah said. And what Hannah said to do was this: Get in your car and drive to DuPont Forest in North Carolina. Get out of your car and walk in the woods. Stand…
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Meeting Maddox
I woke Saturday morning and glanced at my phone. Like 14 missed calls and 13 texts and oops – I guess I should have stayed awake all night or something. Riley – our oldest daughter – was letting me know she was on the way to the hospital to give birth to her baby. Yes. To give birth to a…
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weighing in on year-round school. and changing up its name.
I’m thinking about school for next year. Because I’m kind of over thinking about school for this year. I have been entertaining thoughts about year-round school. This article really spoke my language about why I think the schedule could fit our family. I love the idea of more frequent breaks instead of drudging through until summer for this giant long…
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my psalm.
I cannot answer the question of why I signed up for this class at our church. Redemption Group. It’s offered once or twice a year I think. I’ve seen it in the bulletin off and on for a while, my friends have led the class before. I’ve heard of it. And sometime in February I guess – I started taking…
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a funny story because we need a little funny, am I right?
Who needs something funny today? Okay – I need something funny. Here. A funny blog post. _____ Last weekend I did something out of the ordinary. Something kind of crazy. Something I haven’t done in a very long time. I went to the ……. mall! I know. I know. It is completely out of character for me. But I needed…
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for all the days you feel like this
There was this morning that I spent pretty much entirely in bed. My friend delivered gallons of farm fresh milk and Otto dropped an egg on the floor and I stood in the kitchen with counters crowded with bowls for yogurt and granola that hadn’t yet happened and I cried and she said, “Can I take your kids to play…
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perhaps today
I was young once. About a million years ago. I think I almost remember it. And back then I remember hearing people – old, crazy, out of touch people – saying stuff like, “I look forward to heaven” and “Goodness, I wish Jesus would return soon”. Back then, Young Lacey, Not Suffered Any Yet Lacey, would listen to those people…
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Hawkeye Thoughts
His feet are filthy. As in, gross dirty. Those weird little lines of crud that only a pair of Keens can outline so distinctly. Those ragged little beasts are currently snuggled up against mine as I lie in bed tip tap typing away. I should move my feet before my size eights are contaminated by his size fives, but I…
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And Then There Were Goats.
On New Year’s Day this year our family gathered around the long farm table that takes up our entire dining room. (That somehow seems like a long time ago.) And we made a big old list of goals for 2015. Of course we wrote them on a chalkboard door in our house because that’s what we do. We’re not exactly…
