Man.  March is ending.  The last couple of weeks have been excessively occupied.  Here we go.  This is just the season currently.  (I just don’t want this to be the season permanently.)  Of course, if there is one thing the living of my life has taught me it’s that things don’t last.  Seasons don’t stay forever.  Stuff changes.  So what is full force occupying life right now will not be full force occupying life next year.

I’m hanging in there – this wild ride.

 

 

funny

 

Misheard lyrics will always be top of the list funny to me.

We’ve talked about them before but recently we came across a new one.

There’s a song by a fellow named Shawn Mendes called “Mercy”.  (Don’t spend too much time listening to the song or watching the video.  I think this kid is like 12 years old.  And in his video I think he’s going to die underwater in his car.  It’s both stressful and ridiculous.)

But that’s not the point.  The point is he has a line in his song that says “I’m a puppet on your string.”

But better than that pitiful rendering of misplaced affection, I like PIper’s misheard version that she sings around the house,

“I’m no puppy on your street.”

flavorful

 

Pretty sure we didn’t create this idea, but do you know what’s fun and delicious?

Hot chocolate floats.

Simple and a great surprise to pull out of your parenting bag of tricks to make you seem awesome.

“Hey guys, we’re going to spend the next hour reading quietly together in the living room. BUT, we’re going to all have hot chocolate floats while we do that!”

Just make your hot cocoa and add a scoop of vanilla ice cream to the mug.

 

 

faithful

 

My favorite stories of faithfulness are the stories of small faithfulness, bit by bit, day by day, decision after decision.

They’re the real stuff, right?

This song by Sara Groves called “Setting up the Pins” is a song exactly about all that.  About the profound in the simple routine.  The big in the little.

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I1MQaHQgqrY

 

feels

 

Spontaneously a week or so ago, when Bergen and I were out Thirteenth Birthday Adventuring It, Piper wrote me a little note.  She told me how much she missed me and how much she loved me.  I had sent a note in her school bag with her as she went to stay at a friend’s house and she was returning the favor with a sweet note of her own.

I loved the note and hugged her and told her how much words really mattered to me.  How much I loved reading little letters and cards.  How I treasure them whenever they come.

 

 

This week she’s taken that message to heart.

I’ve had post it notes all around in surprising places.  I adore it.  How lovely to see my ten year old hear what I say and do something about it.  Hear and want to offer what she has.  It’s a beautiful bit in this parenting gig.

 

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