Extraordinary Life

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I am so excited for Christmas this year. It’s like the cold weather hit, and it suddenly felt like it should be the holidays. I’ve been listening to Christmas music since October, and I’ve had most of my gift shopping done since then as well. Sometimes it feels like I’ve been waiting long enough that surely Christmas must be just around the corner.

It’s not even Thanksgiving. 🙂

I don’t remember getting this excited about Christmas when I was younger. Maybe it’s because back then I didn’t have a house to decorate, an area to flood with lights and music. Maybe it’s because back then I didn’t have two little boys to read Luke 2 with every day as they try to memorize “Caesar Augustus” and “Bethlehem” and “his espoused wife.” Maybe it’s because back then I didn’t have a wonderful husband who always takes extra days off work over the holidays, days I look forward to for weeks. ...continue reading

I'm not usually one for making big, loud resolutions. Some years I don't make any; some years I make a very few very quietly and do very badly at following through. Usually by February I've forgotten all about them, honestly.

But last year sometime, my sister-in-law Abby gave me a pretty little journal, and I thought surely I could jot down a little something every day till that journal was full.

I'm on my second journal. And it's November. Maybe thirty years old is the prime age for resolution-keeping. 🙂 ...continue reading

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They weren’t supposed to grow up this fast.Whatever happened to these funny little boys just getting to know each other?Whatever happened to every moment of every day being filled with little-boy needs and wants?

And whatever happened to all those sleepless nights anyway? I sleep all night now, most nights, and I feel quite spoiled.

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This is my boy, Sebastian.When he first came along, we were very hopeful that our wishes for a more laid-back baby (after our very wild little Alec) were coming true. Alas, it was not to be. He is every bit as wild and loud and rambunctious as Alec. Of course, we don’t actually mind. It’s so fun to watch the two of them, especially when they’re not actively fighting. Two charming, adventuresome, grab-life-by-the-horns little boys. ...continue reading

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This is my boy, Alec.If you, as a stranger, were to meet him, he would probably be holding onto my skirts, half-whispering, half-whining, “Hold me, hold me,” and as much as he would be shy in your presence, he also wouldn’t be able to look away.

Fifteen minutes later (or less if you were an Alec-whisperer), he would be full of giggles and words and all the ideas that seem to randomly pop into a three-year-old’s mind. He would be charming and a bit too silly, and then you would see my Alec. ...continue reading