If these walls could speak...

The King and I got a night out on the town.  Woohoo!!  Well, not really - but we did go to a dinner at church and got to hear storyteller Tommy Oakes.

I walked away feeling even more inspired to keep up this blog and document our lives.   

A family is like a museum of memories...      






 

If these old walls,
If these old walls could speak
Of the things that they remember well,
Stories and faces dearly held,
A couple in love
Livin’ week to week,
Rooms full of laughter,
If these walls could speak.
If these old halls,
If hallowed halls could talk,
These would have a tale to tell
Of sun goin’ down and dinner bell,
And children playing at hide and seek
>from floor to rafter,
If these halls could speak.
They would tell you that I’m sorry
For bein’ cold and blind and weak.
They would tell you that it’s only
That I have a stubborn strreak,
If these walls could speak.
If these old fashioned window panes were eyes,
I guess they would have seen it all--
Each little tear and sigh and footfall,
And every dream that we came to seek
Or followed after,
If these walls could speak.
They would tell you that I owe you
More than I could ever pay.
Here’s someone who really loves you;
Don’t ever go away.
That’s what these walls would say.
They would tell you that I owe you
More than I could ever pay.
Here’s someone who really loves you;
Don’t ever go away.
That’s what these walls would say.
That’s what these walls would say.
That’s what these walls would say.

Clay Pots and Soft Hearts

The wind has been C-R-A-Z-Y around here this Spring.  There have been very few days where it hasn't been gusty.  This particular morning started out pretty calm so I attempted to do some spray painting for a project I am working on (which ended up being a crafting failure, but I digress...).  I left my clay pot outside and had completely forgotten about it, until later in the afternoon.  Apparently, the wind had started up and blown it off the table (told you - C-R-A-Z-Y wind around these parts!!) and it had broken into several piece onto the ground.  I was unaware all this had gone on until Miss A came running inside for glue.  Before I could ask her why, she was back out the door.  She had picked up all the pieces of the pot and was attempting to glue them back together (with red glitter glue for that extra sparkle!) because "it will make you so happy mommy if your pot is back together".  Enter melting heart :-)  She can be a little firecracker at times, but she has the biggest and most sincere heart and wants nothing more than to make her mommy happy.  My hope is that she will always have such a loving and soft heart and be a servant to others.

Colossians 3:12  "Put on then, as God's chosen ones, holy and beloved, compassionate hearts, kindness, humility, meakness and patience.

     

Queen Mother

Today was the royal wedding.  The first one in 30 years.  Prince William married "commoner" Kate Middleton.  There has been a ton of hype surrounding this wedding and I think we are all ready for it to be over.  However, there is something very magical about the event.  Unfortunately, I wasn't one of the lucky ones to receive an invitation :-(  Since the kiddos like to wake up before the crack of dawn (5:30 am), we were able to watch the wedding live. 

Anna (we'll call her the princess for the sake of this post) is a very "girly" girl.  We are surrounded by princesses and pink and all things "girly".  The Princess loves her princess movies and has stolen several one-liners from them.  One day, she stopped calling me mommy and began referring to me as "Queen Mother".  She would even bow to me and refer to me as "your highness".  When she is angry with me, I fall from high up on my throne and am referred to as the "evil stepmother".  Did I mention she is obsessed with princesses??

It just goes to show you that little girls dream of one day growing up and marrying their very own Prince Charming.  I am married to my Prince Charming (I guess he is now technically a King since I hold the title of Queen:-)) and we are living our very own fairytale.  That fairytale includes dirty diapers, spit up, a drama Queen, a drama King, dance, cub scouts, church...you get the picture.  But nonetheless, he swept me off my feet and we are living happily every after.

   

I'm that mother...

I'm that mother.  You know the one.  The one who still hasn't finished (or even started) baby albums for any of her children (ages 7, 3 and 7 months).  Yep, that's me.  The one who's kids say and do the most hilarious things but there is no record of it.  Yep, that's me.  Well, today is the day I'm (finally) doing something about it! 

I enjoy reading other mothers/wives/crafters blogs and draw so much inspiration and motivation from them.  I realized that I needed to invest a little of the time I spent reading their blogs documenting my own life story.  My hope is that one day my children will look back at these writings and laugh, cry, roll their eyes (my 3 year old is an expert in this department), but most of all appreciate their childhood and the legacy I am striving to leave for them.

So here I go...into the world of blogging!!

My inspiration for keeping track of our day to life (as boring as it may seem) is this quote:  

"Enjoy the little things in life, for one day you will look back and realize they were the big things"