Sunday's Graces

we wandered away from our sweet abode

leaving Our Girl and Her Love behind

and Siah home alone

to unknowingly venture off into a land of no rules or cell phones

in this land away from civilization

we shot air soft guns

we shot arrows without a worry of spearing neighbors

we found alot of men with explosives

 and rockets

lots of rockets

everywhere

these rocketeers were business men,

kind men, tough men, family men

young and old men

men with colorful stories,

men who dispense good food in interesting ways

and shoot off crazy bomb like what-am-i-doing-here things

all through the night.

we watched these men build rockets

big rockets

not the kind kids do with their dads

we watched them shoot up into the sky

the sky over our heads

not the sky over there

we watched some float nicely down

in jelly-fish form

with parachutes happily attatched

we watched some come down not so gracefully

like this one

ten paces from our van...

our car with my son in it

while the rest of us were loading for our already premature

i'm-not-feeling-too-good-about-this-rocket-thing departure

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So what am I thankful for on this Sunday evening

safe at home in my cozy house

with my dear one and her love within cell phone range

to tell stories of our day

with my son on the couch talking to his dad about his ventures

in starting a web development business of his own

and with my 2 youngest clean and snug in their beds

giggling and listening to a good story?

Sunday's Graces

A continual numbering of things I am thankful for

to remind me of God's graces in my life

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seventy-four. our safe return home and my man who got us there

seventy-five. a hilarious man and his delightful wife. new friends.

seventy-six. that my kiddos were absolutely clueless to the danger at hand - or should I say, overhead?

seventy-seven. my 2 lovely children who missed us. and told us so. what a blessing to have children who love us. my apologies for not being more considerate of you. and making you worry your socks off.

seventy-eight. kids who don't make us worry our socks off too much. you are awesome.

now back to my adventures in whimsical
random
without-a-pattern
sewing
and whatever-else-we-decide-to-create blogging