Pondering.

I've been thinking about myself a lot... big surprise, eh? But not in incredibly selfish ways (if thinking of yourself can be described as such) -- more of, I've been thinking of the little things I enjoy. For instance, nothing passes the greatness that is napping on my couch on a lazy afternoon. Now, I don't have a very comfy couch... I think that's part of why I love it. It's uncomfortable because it's not long, and well I am. I love curling up with my fuzzy pink blanket and just crashing. I take great naps on my couch.

I also love taking baths. This joy, of course, is probably shared with lots of people. Right now I'm reading "Redeeming Love" by Francine Rivers, and I've read every page so far soaking in the tub. First of all if you haven't read this book, get it now. It's a tender story of a broken woman's journey to the Light and the Truth and the unwavering grace that covers us all. It has caught me more than once just thanking God for His grace, that I have in no way, shape, or form earned. It's mine regardless. His grace is ours -- if we choose to accept it, and cherish it, and honor it, and wear it. It's His gift to us. Amazing.

I really have nothing else to say, except His grace is enough.

"He is jealous for me..."

This song has changed me.

Happy Half-Birthday, Twin!

Today (March 10) officially marks the half-birthday of my birth... which I have to share with my twin since I'm such a nice person. 26 years ago, my mother was less than 3 months pregnant, so I kind of wonder if she was dealing with morning sickness still (if she even had it -- Mom, did you?) -- or if she even knew that she was about to see double. If she knew at this point that there were two of us, I can imagine the trauma was still very raw. Don't worry Mom, we can foot your therapy bills. Except remember the bliss of having us? Your two wonderful daughters who both share a completely wrong sense of humor, often times filling this need for "confession". Thank you for raising such honest & humble spirits.

If any of you are wondering, I got an email from 1-800-Flowers advertising 30 roses for $30. Call me if you would like my address. I'm half-kidding.

Anyway, Happy Half-Birthday today twin, and HAPPY FREAKING ANNIVERSARY tomorrow! And thank you for not getting married on our half-birthday... I would had to hurt you.

"I just ate enough chocolate to kill a small pony."

It's a true story.  I just went Nam on a bag of Cadbury Mini Eggs (CME).  Seriously, I will probably never give up sugar or chocolate for Lent thanks to CME.  They only come out at Easter, though I hear from Sara that there was a special edition out for either Christmas or V-day.  However, I think I only want them around Easter.  I'm just going to throw out the warning now that there will be nothing intelligible in this post.

I have a ton of exciting stuff to update about.  Like as of May 18, I'll be an amazing intern at Heartland.  Yes kids, I got the internship.  I seriously feel completely honored and just blessed to have been selected.  Like God gently rolled the ball in my court, and not only did I notice, but I acted on it.  I remember hearing about LTP last year and thinking about what an amazing opportunity it would be, but I wasn't at a place in my faith journey to do it.  So I didn't.  Then this year it was mentioned, and again I did the "oh gee, that's a great opportunity."  Except this time I prayed about it, talked about it, and felt like I was supposed to at least apply for it.  Turns out I really am going to do it, and I can't wait for summer to get here.

And in closing, I'd like to share my favorite kid quote right now... really it's my favorite until another kid says something hilarious.  So I was babysitting Briggs (almost 2) & Zoe (5) a week or so ago.  Zoe's friend Audrey (6) was over, and they were playing ponies or something like that.  Well, there was one pony that was apparently more magical than the others, and the girls were arguing over it.  So I called them in, and I asked what the problem was.  It went something like this:

Zoe:  Audrey won't let me play with that pony.  She's not taking turns.

Audrey:  Zoe, you get to play with this pony all the time because it's yours.

Zoe:  No I don't!  I never play with it!

Audrey (completely dramatic):  Zoe, I have a life of working.  You have a life of playing.  You should let me play with the pony!

At which point I lost it & made a mental note that children are parrots who WILL repeat everything you say to them.