Expert on the etiquette of perilous times.
The other day Ren and Eden were playing. Eden was being Ren’s puppy.
“Diamond Flower! Come here, Girl!” Ren called.
“I. Don’t. Like. That. Name!” Eden said in her own voice. When a Legume breaks character she is NOT messing around.
Ren knew she needed to act fast, “How about Ruby Of The World And Treasure Of Everything?”
Eden perked up immediately, “Ruff! Ruff! Ruff! I said, ‘Yep! That’s it! That’s my name!'”
but I think you can see they’re pleased.
I like miniature houses. This is an advent calendar that you fill with candy. I would have died of happiness to have had this as a kid. Although I bought it in time to start on the 1st, I didn’t get around to putting it together until tonight. Sue me.
Eden helped me and we had a really good time. She was got crazy with the glue although she was trying very hard to be careful. “I’m so sorry!” she said the first time she got out of control, “I put it on a little thick, didn’t I?” I was able to assure her that it was no big deal, just an accident and those happen some times. And then I helped her wipe up the excess glue. We had a lot of fun. 
After she went to bed I pulled out the candy and filled the openings. Paul helped…himself.
The homeschoolers will be dividing by three every morning. Any remainder goes to me.
Here it is tucked in the woods.
Setting it up I realized that it bears a resemblance to our home, except for the shutters and the fact that it’s cute and full of candy.
His flight was delayed.
There are three, count them, three kids and a dog in my room with me anxiously awaiting a taxi that is bringing a certain travelling man home…for now, for tonight.
I miss my husband.
He is flying somewhere over the heartland as I write.
This is the tenth day of his absence and that, my friends, is too long. He is back for just a short time then off again for an even longer trip, returning shortly before Christmas.
At times I have felt a physical pain missing him.
These absences are like small deaths.
Things have gone amazingly well on the home front, that’s what prayer and vitamins and astonishly low priorities get you. Or maybe it’s what having your priorities astonishly clear (prayer, good nutrition, loving on the kids) gets you.
Paul’s mom is still here cleaning. She had to run a brief errand, so I am breathing here. She’s kicking my can, God bless her. She loves to clean which is a mystery to me. It is humbling to let someone into my actual (as opposed to metaphorical- I mean, Hello! what would I have to blog about?) mess.
Some big things have been happening inside me this week. Oh dear, that sounds like a pubescent girl’s diary entry. Remind me to tell you about despair and surrender, about holding on and hanging in there, about choosing love and staying engaged, about crying it all out and then breathing in, breathing out, about smiling more and choosing to appreciate, about choosing to love, about choosing to love, about choosing to love and being delighted when I was chosen to be loved too.