Halloween 2018

Alice in Wonderland... DISNEY VERSION

No one hugs anymore

I'm sitting alone in a pew at church. I sat alone in Sunday school. One person said hello after the class was over and then abruptly dashed off mid story as I turned to look at someone who called my name. I go to. Church with, work with, and socialize with these same people and no one hugs anymore.
I guess there's no need to ask someone how they're doing. Facebook posts kept you up to date on that. I suose with thr #metoo movement, men especially are scared to get near or touch another woman for fear of persecution. There are days I'm feeling it... I feel outgoing and I find people and I hug them and talk to them. Today isn't one of those days. And no one cares. So very caught up in our own lives that we have no time to glance in the direction of another. No time to genuinely ask how someone is and stay around for the answer.
I remember growing up the older people, especially men, were the welcomes every Sunday. It wasn't their post or their job... But they did it. They made you feel acknowledged.. And special. They might even pull out a butterscotch candy for you. Back then mother would make comments under her breathe like... Here comes the kissing man. Who knew there would be a day when I'd love to see the kissing man coming my way with a butterscotch in his hand.
I have always been a hugger. I remember meeting my college roommate and her telling me she had never met someone who hugged so much. It important to me to have physical touch... Without expectations.
I'm sure there are a lot of concerned people sitting in the sanctuary right now. I'm sure if it were pointed out many would make an effort. But without prompting. I sit here without a single hello. Church has started now.

10 years of life

Addison cried herself to sleep last night because she didn't want to turn 10. I'm sure it had to do with daddy and mommy telling her they didn't want her to grow up. Maybe she felt like she wouldn't be our little girl anymore. Whatever the reason, she was sad.
Tonight she crawled into bed and the first words out of her mouth were, "I don't want to go to bed because I don't want my birthday to end."
Maybe it was the unicorn cake. Maybe it was the 6 gifts from grandma. Maybe it was the red guitar.  Whatever the case, she's stalling as I type. Happy Birthday beautiful.

Fourth grade

Fourth grade has really been a lot more fun for Addison and I than any previous grade. Maybe she understands better or maybe I understand better. Who knows. She is doing so well. We put her on some medicine to help her focus. If this is what meds do... Then that's the missing piece. Check out the solar system we got a 100 on. Momma loves a good craft project.

The whole twin gang

It was chaos and it was fun. It was loud and overwhelming and yet precious. To get to see my niece and nephew and watch my boys play so well with them was beautiful. It seems to always be that dream that your kids and your siblings kids will bond and know that sense of family that we all desire. My hope is that Easton and Everly will always be glad to see my kids coming. That they will be as happy to get the gifts we bring as they were the Tonka light up shoes and the princess dress. It may not always be the raw joy I watched this time as Everly was beside herself at the prospect of playmates, but I hope it's always something. Even now, 2 weeks later, the boys ask if we are going to Aunt Sandra's house (sorry Chad, it's not your house.. Lol) 

There is also going to be a day when I can sit and laugh and talk to my sister without littles needing something or interrupting. #goals