I haven’t
blogged in a while (August 28 to be exact), so I thought I’d throw out some random thoughts.
It’s a rainy
Saturday on a huge college football day and I am curled up in my chair.
We had a good (but long) week and I’m so
grateful for this quiet relaxing day at home.
As I was
listening to the little girls playing house and school this morning, I
remembered something Yuri said earlier this week. She was eating in the kitchen with Gigi. They were talking about boys and the state of
her current relationship. I won’t name
the boy to protect his identity (and save his life since Willard frowns upon
boyfriends). I heard her say, “I broke
up with him because we can’t date ‘til we’re 16. I’m just 9…. So that’s 12 more years…”. Shaking my head. I blame Common Core.
Can you believe
it’s November already? It seems like this year is flying by. I was driving through downtown Hartselle this
week at like 5:30 a.m. and it was still dark.
Y’all… Main Street is LIT UP with Christmas lights. I literally drove down the street with my
eyes closed. I know the holidays are right
around the corner, but it was November 2nd. THE SECOND!
I was really bothered that Christmas was being forced upon us so early
until I saw these bad boys in Kroger.
I’m okay
now. Move along.
Most of you
know that we have a foster baby right now. I haven’t mentioned her much on
social media because we really aren’t supposed to say much and I’m a big rule
follower. Okay, stop laughing. Sometimes I really am a rule follower. Anyway, we’ve had her since April and she’s 8
months old now. She has the entire
family wrapped around her little finger, but Aubree has a special bond with her. Aubree has called her “my baby” since
day 1. She has also INSISTED since the
beginning that her name is “Peppa”. Yes,
as in Peppa Pig. Peppa started crawling
this week and oh my word. I forget how
much daily life changes when a baby stops staying where you put them!
The big news
of the week was the announcement that Haley Rae is moving to Guatemala. Yep, she flies out January 2. This is not a mission trip… it’s a call to
the mission field. There’s a beginning
date but not an ending date. If you ask
her how long she’s staying, she’ll say “forever”. I’m
sure I’ll do an entire blog soon dedicated to her new life, but now is not the
time. I am still wrapping my brain
around it. I know all the things I’m
supposed to say and the way I’m supposed to feel… I’m just trying to make my
head and my heart stick to the same story.
I’ll get there, don’t worry. Mama
just needs a minute.
Roll Tide.
