i forget to do this, to write about the ordinary life which will turn into extraordinary memory for the whole family. I want to remember these days with you little girls: our singing on the way to school to Billy Jonas, Bethany Dillon, Nickel Creek and the way we are all pretty tense trying to get out the door on time. We have to work together. If one person is ill, cranky, slow to get up and get moving, the rest of us focus on that person like an immune system goes to the site of infection with an extra pulse and attention, and we work to get them back on track. Ele is not a morning person, Madison is very efficient and non fussy about her clothes and so she can stay in bed longest and be ready first. She's not big on breakfast, so that cuts out time, too. Mya always takes a long bath first thing in the morning and loves to take her time getting out, drying off, and can never find that one piece of clothing she was dreaming of wearing. Ele hates early morning. She hates it. It's hard for her, she fights, we plea, she grunts and kicks and storms around stomping. She requires babying, caudling, coaxing. It's a feat. But so great when we all finally get into the car and ahhhhhh, we did it! We also make lunches, sign things, search for shoes, pack extra shoes for p.e., etc. all while we're half asleep. It's quite a way to start the day.
It makes me remember the quiet way we woke the campers at Celo with strumming and singing "Here comes the sun" while we walked slowly by their closed tent flaps. Then the yawns, the bed head and the slow walk to breakfast. Summer is coming. Hallelujah.

We have 3 pretty brown hens, a mother black hen and her 11 chicks, a bunny, a gecko, a dog, and a cat currently. The little brown hens were waiting on the porch for Mya and I this afternoon. My rose bush has exploded with pink blooms. We will work on the chicken pen this Saturday. My mom's birthday is on Saturday. She has a slipped disc in her back for the 6th day in a row. We are getting ready to go and see Luke's game and bring Lizzy home for a sleepover tonight. Mya and Bryan just got back from a run.

A normal nothing out of the ordinary day of waiting. The best of days; free from sorrow, near to the blessing of the Lord.