What's In My Teapot?

I don't know Andy Williams. I only know that he was sadly mistaken when he wrote the lyrics to a song claiming that Christmas is the most wonderful time of the year. Apparently he knew nothing of summertime in Pennsylvania. And surely he could not have written those words in good conscience if he had experienced fields winking with lightning bugs.  Salty lips after eating corn right off the cob. The agreeable collision between children and wading pools. Ice cream in a bowl, on a stick, or smothered in sundae syrup, with the only requirement being more . Foot freedom better known as flip flops. The smell of rain on a sun-warmed street. Meadow tea, the most refreshing drink in the world. Babies who have no need of shoes and who are learning to walk on grass. A cool shower after a hot work out in the flower bed. The luxury of lingering over coffee in the morning as there is no math to teach. Watermelon juice gracing the chin. Reading books by the drone of t

From this To this In one short year. Amazing!!! When I consider how quickly the past twelve months have gone, the only thing I can wrap my mind around is a question: how did that happen?  A year may sound like a long time, and for many things it is, but it's not very long to go from a helpless infant to a toddler who is capable of babbling, going up steps at the speed of light, wreaking havoc in the pantry, plowing around the house behind a little push toy, standing up in the bathtub, and putting anything but food in his mouth. There's so much happening- and so much ground covered- in that first year! Add to that the fact that Finley has been such a delight, and I think I am beginning to understand why it feels like time has gone so fast. Last evening we had a birthday party for Finley at the park, which included both sets of grandparents and some aunts, uncles and cousins. I had fun with a woodland theme, having picked a fox for Finley

I know I shouldn't be sitting down to write when there are dirty dishes on the counter, fresh- baked cookies to put away, sticky spots from an iced tea spill on the floor, wet laundry in the washer, and a wreck-of-a-house to clean and tidy before a house showing tomorrow morning, but I find that the crazier my life is, and the longer my list of things to do, the more I am drawn to my keyboard. Maybe it's because the words look so orderly on the screen, and with our cupboard doors off their hinges and most of my kitchen stuff packed into boxes while we paint the cabinets, my world is less than orderly. Maybe it's because writing is a way to process and communicate when my opportunities to do either seem so slim and interrupted these days. Maybe it's because I am feeling a little desperate today and would like for you all to join me in praying for a breakthrough with this whole house-selling ordeal! Whatever the reasons, I am glad for a blog on days like this when