Tuesday, April 24, 2018

{bedtime reading} #sol18

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Every night for years, my almost (in ONE week) eight year old daughters and I snuggle up in our big bed before bedtime and read. Some days, it's picture books from our library. Or new books from a Scholastic book order. Or even books the girls checked out from their school library. Or an old favorite we have read and read and read again.  The book selections and options are endless and always growing.

Bedtime reading is one of my favorite moments of my day.

Over the last year, we have transitioned into chapter books and series. Reading a couple chapters a night. Anticipating what will happen next. Begging for just one more. Slipping the bookmark into place and closing the book. Disappointments ensue. "C'mon, Mommy. Just one more?"

Bedtime reading is time together to experience the beauty books hold.

Over spring break, I was wanting to share Kate DiCamillo's Because of Winn Dixie and then The Miraculous Journey of Edward Tulane. Stories I read long ago, ready to share with my girls. Words I treasured that brought tears to my eyes with every heartbreak and every celebration.

Bedtime reading allows us the opportunity to talk and share our thoughts around books and life.

In the last week, this time has quickly transitioned and changed yet again. For the most part, I always read aloud. Then, all of a sudden, the requests to read independently were heard. And, so, for the last several nights, Peyton has her book. Madison has her book. And I grabbed my new copy of Everybody, Always: Becoming Love in a World Full of Setbacks and Difficult People by Bob Goff. Everybody needs a few laughs with Bob Goff before bedtime.

Bedtime reading is thriving and changing and all still so, so good.

At first, I wasn't sure how to feel about this new arrangement. But, usually, I'm too tired to read after the girls are in bed, so I am enjoying this quiet time together reading. But my heart misses the sharing and talking and experiencing living through a book together. I know there will be a time I will read aloud again. Perhaps we will all quietly read the same book and then talk about it ...

For now, I will continue to enjoy the company of readers doing what readers do during bedtime reading.

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Tuesday, April 17, 2018

{why is she hiding?} #sol18

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Why is she hiding? 

Last week she showed her glorious face 
on a day of sunshine and 70s. 
Then as quickly as she came, 
she was gone. 

And the tears of rain came 
pouring down, leaving hints of 
tiny, fresh buds on trees, 
sprouts emerging from the wet, brown dirt 
and a glimpse of renewal 
of new life, of hope. 

But then she turned her back
those tears turned cold
ice, freezing rain, sleet and 
now today snow. 
Blowing, blustery snow 
in the middle of April. 

The gray, snowy day fills 
my view out my window. 
And I ask again, 
"Why are you not ready 
to reveal yourself
What are you afraid of?"

I will continue to be patient 
because I know she will come 
again in all her glory. 
And, yes, I will close my eyes 
look heavenward and thank God above 
for this season of change. 

I will embrace and accept her 
when she decides to show her face
and arrive with a newness and
splendor of revival. It's time.

But, why, oh, why is she still hiding?


I was surprised over the month of March during the challenge, I never wrote about the weather. Perhaps, because spring decided not to fully arrive to bring in the new growth and beauty. Yet, here I write about the weather in the middle of April, still wondering where spring is ...

Tuesday, April 10, 2018

{pie night} #sol18

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When I get a text that says: "I'm free for pie night! Check your calendar!" I know that it's been too long since we have gotten together. We used to all work together at the same building and saw each other every day, but over the last couple years, changes have occurred and we are in three different buildings. Yet, these are my people. My tribe.

And pie brings us together.

Two of my closest friends (and colleagues) and I meet up for pie night. Pie night sometimes includes dinner and sometimes it's just pie. All depends on our mood and the time we have away from our families.

Last night was pie night. We gathered for dinner and pie. It was two hours of talking, sharing life updates, gossiping about school, laughing, sharing photos, reminiscing, dreaming about the future ... and more laughing.

It's a fun evening out that I treasure. And I can't wait for the next pie night.

Tuesday, April 3, 2018

{shoe shopping} #sol18

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The girls love shoes. It's the shopping part of it that makes it difficult. When they were little, it was so easy to buy online. I found cute, reasonable, practical shoes. And I bought two pairs in a click.

Now, shoe shopping with almost eight year old twin girls has it's challenges. And they have strong opinions that usually differ as well. We bring our patience and try to have fun ...

They look for style. 
"What about this one? It's cute."
Wrinkled nose. Shake of the head. Nah.

They look for colors they like. 
"Oh, this has a little purple ... and blue."
Roll of the eyes. Nope. I don't like that one.

They look for comfortability.
"How does that one feel?"
Too big. I. Can't. Get. My. Foot. In. It's too humpy.

They look for the right size.
"We need this in a size 1 1/2 or 2."
"Sorry, we have a 13 or a 3."

After several stores and  trying on many different shoes and styles, Madison walked away proudly with a new pair of Chuck Taylor All Stars, but still needs a pair of "real" gym shoes. Peyton was lucky enough to find a cool, colorful, and comfortable pair of Adidas gym shoes, but still wants a fun, stylish pair of shoes. Just not Converse, those were too humpy. 

Their personalities are coming out in their shoes.