It’s 8:09 p.m. Sunday night as I start this post. It’s been a month since I last wrote to you all, and it seems like that was yesterday. Or maybe the day before yesterday, but certainly not four-plus weeks ago.
As I was sitting in the living room this afternoon talking with a good friend that we refer to as Grammy Carolyn, she said, “Well, you must be busy because you haven’t been writing…”
I started thinking about that word: Busy. We say it a lot at my workplace and it has sort of lost its meaning for me.
The dictionary states that busy as an adjective means: having a great deal to do.
I have an overwhelming amount to do most days. I know this won’t compare to some people, but I did six loads of laundry last Saturday. That’s after having done laundry thru the week. I don’t save it up. How did I have enough for SIX loads of laundry? And then believe it or not, by the following Monday I had another load in the wash. And that’s just the laundry.
I have three babies. All under the age of four. Some of you are in that boat. Some of you may wish you were in that boat and some of you are glad you are out of that boat!
We are busy laughing and playing and learning and enjoying this thing call life.
Today Emory was dedicated in our church service.
As I was thinking about him and his dedication, my biggest prayer for him, after the prayer of him coming to know the Lord Jesus Christ as his Savior one day, is that he loves and lives his life to the fullest.
I hope that he is full of the joy and happiness that his sweet face radiates each and every day currently. And I hope that he is a joy to those who know him.
So as I sit here at 8:21 now, thinking back on all the wildness that this crazy, busy weekend has entailed…I hope to share it all with y’all in the coming days. And that I’m not so busy that I can’t sit down, before another four weeks pass, and tell y’all about all the great things going on in our home and in our world.
I hope you have a lovely Sunday night…and a fabulous week!