Well,
that was not helpful. I had my blog for today all written and ready to transfer
from my phone’s notes app to an email and then to a computer copy and finally
to my blog site online. All was going well … until it wasn’t. Through some
technological glitch, or more likely, some fat fickle finger of fate, suddenly
everything was gone. Well, everything except the final word … “Amen.” Fittingly
appropriate, I suppose.
So
from what I can remember, yesterday was filled with frolicking. Not of our own,
but of the eight extra little feet that showed up to hang out with us for an
hour or two. Noa and Ezra came over. Wait. That’s just four extra feet. I said
eight earlier. Well, they brought Leia with them. Leia is their dog. Hence,
eight feet. Freddy seemed happy to see the little critter she had just spent
two weeks with. And the two much-larger, yet still tiny humans seemed pleased
to get some time away from older brothers and parents and potential schoolwork.
They
all arrived in time to watch an episode of The Floor is Lava while I went to
pick up a pizza or two. One cheese and one stuffed-crust pepperoni. I added the
stuffed crust part. A little bonus for the errand boy.
After
pizza we watched some of the Little League World Series until Mom and Dad
returned to pick up the young ones. Kel finished off the stuffed-crust pizza
before they left, so he was well-fed going forward. Can’t leave Nana’s house
hungry, you know?
The
rest of the evening we watched Astros baseball with a little Little League
thrown in as well. I even remembered that we had the ability to make Sno-cones,
and acted upon said remembrance. We tried a new flavor. Tiger’s Blood. Some
weird mixture of watermelon, strawberry, and coconut. Odd flavor. Not terrible.
Just odd.
Galatians 6:9 says, “Let us not become weary
in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give
up.”
Father,
thank you for Noa and Ezra and their reckless abandon way of approaching life.
Amen.
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