Tongue Tied

“And there were in the same country shepherds keeping watch over their flocks by night…” He listened to the childish voice carefully read over the words of the familiar story. Snow fell gently outside the windows, making the dim morning light slightly darker. It was barely seven a.m., but he couldn’t blame the kids for waking up with shrieks and laughter before the sun had even risen. It was Christmas morning, after all. The lights on the Christmas tree twinkled as the little family sat snugly around the fire. He looked into the faces of each of his children, their hair still tousled from sleep, their little feet warmly clad in plush slippers. His eldest, now eight years old, diligently read from the Luke 2 passage, while his younger son and toddler daughter listened intently, their eyes shining in anticipation. For a moment, his heart wavered as he gazed at his children, a mingling of overwhelming love and thankfulness washing over him. How had he ever gone through a day without notic...

A chill swept through her and her eyes shot open. The dark ceiling loomed above her. She stared at the dingy whiteness for a moment, trying to find her bearings. She lay still, not stirring the sheets on her bed, her mind racing. What had awakened her with such a jolt? Finally, she noticed she wasn ’t breathing and exhaled as she tried to relax. There had been a voice. A man. Saying her name. Had she dreamed that? A dog barked down the street, and she jumped at the noise, then rolled her eyes at herself. Forcing a calm she did not feel, she pulled the sheets to her chin and willed herself to close her eyes. She had been so jumpy since it happened. Almost three months had passed since the accident. Most of the time, she was just so grateful that she was still alive. Paralyzed, but not deceased. A better fate than some of the others on the bus that day. For the millionth time, she replayed the events in her head. The gentle rumble of the bus suddenly changing to screeching tires. People...

Actually, less than a year, since I didn't purchase my camera till April. But I still managed to take thousands of photos this year. Here are some of my favorites. There are a lot. It may take your browser a minute to come to terms with my obnoxious need for so many photos. Believe it or not, I was able to narrow down a favorite. This one symbolizes so much of my year and makes me happy when I look at it, which is often since it's hanging on the wall in our room. Drumroll please..... Sappy, I know. But Love wins. All the time.

It's that time again, folks. The highlights of my year in various categories. This will be the new expanded category edition. With subcategories. Get ready to live. Media Movie: Inception Television/drama: Fringe Television/comedy: Community (Sorry, 30 Rock. You were a close second.) Song/Secular: "We'll Be a Dream" (We The Kings), "If It's Love" (Train) *(In related news, WORST secular songs this year that make me throw up in my mouth a little: "Need You Now" (Lady Antebellum) and "Teenage Dream" (Katy Perry) Gag.) Song/Sacred: "How He Loves" (David Crowder Band), "Oh, My Dear" (Tenth Avenue North), "Beloved" (Tenth Avenue North), "Healing Begins" (Tenth Avenue North) There could be a lot more in both song categories. It was a good music year for me. Band: You guessed it, Tenth Avenue North. B ook/Fiction: Her Daughter's Dream (Francine Rivers) Book/Non Fiction: True Humility (...

In an effort to find the silver lining in what has been a tremendously trying few days in my motherhood career, I'm looking for the positives of being a stay at home mom. Which is hard to do when there are a lot of negatives screaming at your face. Like being dirt poor. Like feeling completely overwhelmed with homeschooling and sure that you are totally going to fail your kids big time and at the same time wanting to stick it to the stupid state laws that enforce that every child should learn exactly the same way because apparently those in charge of the public education system are flippin' geniuses. Like not being able to have a moment to yourself unless you turn cartoons on and are subsequently flooded with bad mother guilt. Like finding out your shampoo bottle suddenly contains only water. Or realizing that your housekeeping is near Hoarder's level chaos but knowing you can't take a day off school to get it done. What was I talking about? Right, silver lining. A few ...

The door of the bar rang out an annoying jingle announcing his arrival. The tinkling sound threatened to awaken the migraine he‘d been ignoring all night. He stamped the snow from his boots and bellied up to the bar. “Hey, there.” The bartender gave him a nod. “Haven’t seen you in awhile. Is it that time of year already?” Taking off his hat, he exhaled. “Yep. Busy season too.” “Take a load off. The usual?” The bartender was already filling a glass with his favorite drink. He gave a nod of thanks and accepted the frosty mug. “Rough night?” “You wouldn’t believe it. This storm coming through makes things ten times harder. Can’t take a snow day though. People expect my work to get done even if the post office closes.” “Guess you can’t exactly call off in your position, huh.” He chuckled. “Can you imagine the chaos? Not to mention the nagging I’d get from the misses.” “All over now though. What are your plans for vacation?” “We’re thinking somewhere tropical this year. Any ideas?” “I hear...

Today was a rough day. Today, I felt yucky. Headache. Constant sneezing. Fatigue. LOTS of fatigue. So, I started late, but I still managed to take ten photos today. We did not do school today, since my body wanted to remain generally in the reclined position. Thing One took advantage of the freedom and played happily all day. First it was airplanes on Mom and Dad's bed: Then it was racing with Thing Two: Then he covered every inch of road space on his track rug with vehicles: Finally it was naptime. Blessed, blessed naptime: I tried to self medicate my illness: While Thing Two slept and Thing One watched cartoons, George and I kept the couch warm: I woke up when the tree came on: Finally, I took this. And boy, did it help me feel better. Wish I hadn't waited till 5 pm to take it. This is a familiar sight this week. Stupid writer's block: Thing One finished his day of no education with some Mario Kart: So, interesting day, huh. We're just wild and crazy here in my world....