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Proverbs 31:19

¹⁹ In her hand she holds the distaff
and grasps the spindle with her fingers

Let me set my distaff down for a minute, so I can type a little faster. Um, wait my fingers are busy grasping a spindle.

A spindle? Didn’t Sleeping Beauty prick her finger on such a thing?

Research needed!

You can make thread from unspun fibers and some mysterious combination of spindle whorling, wrist spinning,  yarn hitching and hooking.

Which means I will go to a fabric store and purchase some thread.

However, I will not be getting of the hook so easily. I am going to pull out my sewing machine that is collecting dust in the garage.

Did I mention I’ve used old hand-me-down my sewing machine twice?

It’s time to reconnect and re-learn how to use the contraption.

Love,

Jess

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Proverbs 31: 25b

She can laugh at the days to come.

Top: Leah, Myself, Claire Bottom: Molly & Ryan

Where do I even begin? I’m laughing too hard, at my Easter portrait, to even write.

The hair, the eyes, the body positions, the missing husband, oh. my. word. Please laugh with me, not at me! Ah, the “perfect” family photo – so far from my grasp! You know you try to snap “the one for the wall” on Easter too, right? 

I just can’t help but laugh at my feeble attempt to capture the perfect moment.

When, really, I’d like to remember the simple little imperfect moments that happened on Easter.

• My resurrection rolls that popped open in the oven. I had to scoop out the marshmallows with a spoon while the kids weren’t looking, as to not confuse them by having “Jesus” still in the tomb.
• We ate jelly beans with breakfast.
• Witnessing several Baptisms at the Easter service – gives me joy every time I see one!
• Ryan ran around the farm (Pete’s Uncle’s house) in play clothes chasing chickens, getting dirty and hunting for garter snakes.
• Claire and Leah stayed in their Easter dresses all day without spit-up! My dress on the other hand…
• Molly loved to smack her lips with her new lip gloss from her Easter basket because it made her feel, “Fancy, Fancy!”

Laughing Daily,

Jess

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Proverbs 31: 25 a

²⁵ She is clothed with strength and dignity

Wake up. Splash water on my face. Feed someone. Kiss someone. Dress someone. Brew coffee. Wipe something. Remind someone. Hug someone. Drink coffee. Remind someone again. Feed someone else. Feed the first someone again. Wipe something else from yesterday. Hide in bathroom. Check email from my mobile phone while hidden in bathroom. Splash more water on my face. Reheat coffee.

Really Wake Up.

Then the day starts. Some point between wiping someone and wiping something, I dress myself with strength and dignity. When my feet hit the ground each morning, I want all the evil forces out there to say,

“Oh, crap! She’s up!”

But where does it end? How will I get through another day of life with my circumstances?

Will I  rumple into a ball from defeat? (rumple is like an ishy way of making a ball)

Will I ruffle into a ball from success? (ruffle is like a pretty way of making a ball)

Cause let’s face it, I’m going to end up in a ball. Preferably, a cozy place, next to my husband in front of a good movie or my laptop computer screen. Remember, I said my days are long? Falling into bed is not a figure of speech in my life. It’s the truth.

Let’s look at today. Some funny, strength growing things happened today. pause. I knew this would happen. I can’t remember the specifics about today. pause again. pray.

I’ll be back tomorrow with a look at my day. I am too rumpled and ruffled to write.

Love,

Jess

Preamble, here. Part 1, here.

The Park

The kids and I unleashed ourselves onto the crowded park area like a breaking dam. Sun, slides and freedom! In case hunger were strike at a moments notice, I was armed with a cooler full of hummus, flat bread sandwich thins and clementine oranges.

White puffy clouds, cool breeze and green grass = Bliss

I soaked in the freshness of the air and sipped on my warm coffee watching my big kids run and climb. I felt ‘with-it’ (I was wearing my new sunglasses after all) and prepared (no need for fast food here), a great feeling, to be at peace, in the hubbub of the day.

We ate while the babies slumbered away in their double stroller. Hummus proved to be no substitute for pb&j. Ry and Molly ate plain bread and didn’t complain! The oranges refreshed our dry palettes.

Swinging time! Molly held her feet and legs straight out of the swing a hollered, “Look Mom! I’m pumping!” So cute. We even had Claire in a baby swing. Very fun.

Then I heard Ryan say, “I have to pee…real bad!” This declaration was accompanied by a crossed legged, crotch-hold stance. I knew I had no time. I told him to run to the bathroom within my eye shot.

He ran.

Then he ran back with a frenzied whisper, “It’s locked!” I whipped off my new ‘with-it’ sunglasses to squint and clearly read the sign by the door. CLOSED FOR SEASON

What season does it have to be to hire someone to maintain toilet paper? Ack! I can see Ryan’s eyes darting around, silently screaming, surely Mom has a key to the bathroom.

In the distance, I see a city truck slowly creeping along the road in front of the park. It looked as if it were patrolling dandelions or dirt on the curb. I wanted to scream, give us the key, he doesn’t even need to wipe! But, alas, the truck was too far and most likely only had weed killer in the truck.

So like every strong mama I slugged down my now tepid coffee to empty my to-go mug, snatched Leah’s baby blanket and latched onto Ryan’s hand. We ran for the nearest tall bush. You can fill in the rest from here. Let’s just say, the city worker won’t need any weed killer for that bush.

As we returned to the double stroller, I murmured a quick prayer. Please don’t let me forget later what my to-go mug was used for just now.

Crisis solved. I saw a fellow mama park goer flash me a dry smirk, as she had likely been there, done that.

More play time in at the park was enjoyed by all.

Until, I heard, “Mom, I have to poop…real bad!”

Off to the nearest store front…part 3 coming soon.

Love,

Jess