We made a gruesome discovery as I was loading the car to head home. On the floor in the back seat was a large plastic bag. And inside that bag was not one … not two … but three of those old baby dolls. You know. The kind that watch you with those eyes that open and close. The kind that come to life at night and … scare. Horribly scare. I quickly covered them up with a blanket and went inside to ask Chris about their origin. She had no idea. She asked Christi. Again, no idea. I asked Josh. Nope. No idea. I approached Caleb, but he neither knew about, nor wanted any part of such weirdness. And so we headed home. With three extra passengers. Safely ensconced in their plastic bag under two blankets and our heaviest jackets. What will become of them when we get home? No idea. The bigger question is … what will become of us?
Luke
had been watching football highlights for a while on tv. Apparently, his “a
while” ran out, and it was AnnaGrace’s turn. Christi made the transfer of
remote power official, so Luke queried of his little sister,
“What’s
your favorite sport to watch, AnnaGrace?”
She
replied with little hesitation, “Ballet.”
Luke
pondered that for a moment, then lit up.
“How
about gymnastics?”
Good
compromise, Luke.
We
left for home around 9:30. Goodbyes were interesting. Mostly some version of
“See ya in two days.” They are coming for Thanksgiving. Speaking of
coming for Thanksgiving, we stopped on the way home and picked up an extra
passenger. Cailyn joined us to help prep the turkeys for frying and then to
help bake pies. Gonna be gooooood.
Psalms 119:2 says, “Blessed are those who
keep his statutes and seek him with all their heart”
Father,
please give everyone safe travels when they hit the road this week. Amen.
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