I have a message on my refrigerator that’s been posted by my Cate:
She has penciled her name neatly upon it and is waiting for her time slot.
She got the idea for scheduling “Mommy Time” from Michelle Duggar, the mom of 17 (and one on the way!) who, some may claim, has even more of a reason than I do to post a similar “scheghwele.”
Regardless. I am looking to make some one-on-one time for Cate. I am happy that she wants it.
Tonight, though, belongs to my ball player Joe! I get to be all eyes and ears for his game this evening—my backside resting peacefully and comfortably in a lawn chair the entire time—because my three little hens are spending the evening with a sitter.
Our beloved Emily, pictured in this post, is home from Notre Dame for the summer and will be tutoring the girls in physics.
Actually, what she will really be doing is doting on them—playing Barbies, (of which we have none, oh the scandal!), making cookies, and swinging in the hammock.
It’s the stuff of summer, the fun and attention of a little girl’s dreams, and I am thrilled that they are going.
It’s theirs, sometimes, and it’s mine, sometimes. God is good. He works it out.
Ad Jesum per Mariam,