Supper the other night...buttermilk chicken topped with a mixed green salad. There is just something amazing about the hot with the cold. YUM. A side of pasta (and normally I wouldn't make a pasta to go with this, but one of my children brought home a bunch of sweaty basketball players who happened to be starving...they needed substance and I needed to be quick on my feet) with asparagus, proscuitto, basil and mozzarella...basically whatever remnants I had in the fridge.
OH...and a few red pepper flakes. For good measure.
Glorious skies yesterday. Glorious.
Molly pretending to be me. Favorite chair? check. Mac? check.
Maybe she'll pay some of the bills while she is lying there...
Maggie brought me a rather large grasshopper yesterday and a bird today. So sweet...thankfully that guy that I like so much (and his fancy shmancy Italian shoes) was home at the time!
Last night...Maundy Thursday. Church. Knelt at the communion rail and my whole family communed, including the smallest of my shrubs...who has a better understanding of Christ's love for him than any of my others had at this age. Unbelievably moving to watch my youngest truly embrace and accept the sacrifice of Jesus...and to watch his faith blossom.
Because in the end, and this is what keeps me awake at night, have I done my job? In the end, it doesn't matter about book reports or band or basketball or the fact that I do their laundry and cook for them...but in the end, have I planted the right seeds? In the end, have I watered them enough?
Welcome into my head. It's a scary place to be.
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Okay, this is my first blog posting...ever. Love your blog! To give you comfort and rid that guilt, if it makes you feel any better, Tina and I celebrated our run-in with you by jumping in our car to get the mail......one house away from ours. You see, after our long, long run after meeting you, we determined that we, too, were tired from our day. So we jump in the car, got the mail, then took the dog out for his nightly walk.....so good to see you and Brian!
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