I'm Afraid So

Did you know that the first music video on MTV (back when they used to actually show music videos) was Video Killed the Radio Star by The Buggles? Yep. A song about videos. Now, all these years later, it seems The Buggles were wrong, because I listen to the radio every single day and haven't watched a music video since 1998. But I was thinking the other day as I posted on Facebook that Facebook is killing the blogging star. Well, maybe not all of them because some of them are getting book deals and making money from blog posts. I am doing neither. But maybe that's because I'm finding it much easier to post a short little update on Facebook than sit down and compose and edit a full length post. It's not for lack of ideas. I have those to spare. Maybe it's lack of screen time. Maybe it's lack of motivation. Maybe it's just more satisfying to see that little number pop up beside the notification button on Facebook and know that someone commented on my silliness. Either way I have posted a lot less on my blog since I joined Facebook. I don't know if that's true for all bloggers, but I'd be curious to know. But for now I'm going to cut this short and see if I can figure out how to add a "share on Facebook" button to my blog.

Wednesday Word

Hope.

Blessed Sunday

I was blessed today to spend some time alone with my Adam. He was a great help setting up the book fair. And besides that, he's an amazing kid. Sweet. Smart. And funny. I love him all to pieces.

10 Things Thursday

10 favorites I listed on an info sheet given to the teachers at school by the PTO...

1. Reading
2. Writing
3. Chai latte
4. Toblerone
5. Tacos
6. Movies
7. Daisies
8. Trail mix
9. Oreos
10. White board markers and erasers (not a favorite, but what I could use in my classroom)

Two For Tuesday

The ride home after a day of garnet digging last summer. Mining is hard work.

Blessed Sunday

It was just Julianna and I at church this morning. Well, not just us. There were a few hundred other people, but just the two of us from our family. We sat, us two girls, in our regular seat. She with her books and a bag of pretzels. Me with a Bible and a pink stuffed dragon. (The dragon was hers, too, but I got to hold it for awhile.) For most of the service, Julianna sat on my lap. She got up and down a few times, but mostly she sat with me. And most of the time that she sat with me she was wiggling and squiggling and putting her feet on the seat in front of me and twisting to whisper observations to me. She reached for her pretzel bag and turned pages in my Bible and almost made me spill the communion tray. But I did not make her sit beside me in the long pew. I did not make her get off my lap. Because the one time I thought about asking her to move, I thought of Josh and Adam. My two little boys who used to sit on my lap at church. Now they are as tall as me and are no longer those little boys who wiggled and squirmed there not so many years ago. Jules will be four in a few short weeks and I know from experience than in the blink of an eye, she will be sitting across the auditorium with her friends in the youth group. But for today, and for as many more as she will, she sat on my lap. And I treasured it in my heart for those days when she doesn't.