Thursday, June 23, 2016
WE ARE MISSING DONATELLO
They drove up and all tumbled out like a car load of puppies last night around 8:30. The cats slink around with crazed eyes. The corgis are BEYOND ecstatic.
The grands are here.
It is 7:00 am as I write this. They are sleeping and it is peaceful. I know it won't be long until they are all wide awake. Their energy knows no bounds. I brace myself for it. You really never know what it going to happen.
Their energy is infectious and I need it.
They were all there baptisted last Sunday. Since then, one has gotten into big trouble for saying really bad words he learned at vacation bible school. One is sporting a big scratch from a fight with one of his brothers.
Isn't that just the way it is with Christians? We scrap and scrape and love.
We think that they might need to be re-dipped seasonally.
Today, the five of us are starting out on an adventure. We are all getting into one car and going to San Antonio. Fiesta Texas, HERE WE COME. We have packed sandwiches to eat at a road side park. We have our snacks ready. I have packed shorts. Only shorts to wear on my legs. IF you know me, you know that is big. I have packed my frog togg. I am expecting to melt. I am used to packing a bag and just going. Just taking care of me. This is different. I have to remember to be patient.
I have never traveled this far with them. It will be something new for me. I figure I will not have much quiet time until they all go home on Sunday night. I am alright with that. They are growing so fast. For siblings, their personalities are so different. I love them all....and love who they are turning into.
One just stumbled out of bed and into where I am. He is snuggled up against me, still warm from sleeping. He mumbles *I love you Momdy. I am so glad you are going with us.*. We turn the TV from the news. Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles are on. The boys totally remind me of the heroes on a half shell. All bumbling, fumbling getting themselves into trouble....but always do good in the end.