{Work in Progress Wednesday}

“Grandmothers are just antique little girls.”

–Author Unknown

 

(Work in progress: My mother teaching Birdie and John Mark the magic of the cat’s cradle.)

We’d love to see your works in progress. Something that makes you feel simple, full, or creative. Something you’re making. Something you’re doing (folding a pile of laundry–again?). Something you’re planning. Share in the comments!
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Radical

This blog has been quiet this week because nothing else in our lives has been. We’ve had a birthday, a family member we’ve not seen in 11 (11!) years visiting, braces removal, and lots of party planning. So much party planning that I am starting to think in yellow and purple, as a matter of fact.

Tomorrow, our daughter walks across the stage at the state homeschool graduation. She’ll wear a cap and gown, she’ll move her tassel from right to left, and we’ll hand her a diploma certifying that not only did she meet our requirements for closing the door on her official high school career, she met the state’s as well.

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Suddenly six

Brown eyes. It was his eyes, more than anything, that got me.

John Mark (or Jem, as we often call him) was my first brown eyed baby. I saw him first in a photograph (the one below, actually) and right then, right there, I was smitten. I looked into those brown eyes, and I knew. There you are! My son! How have I lived for so long without seeing that face every day?

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