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Tuesday, March 26, 2013

Wanna Play Woo?

So Gabriella comes up to me the other day and in her sweetest voice asks, "Mommy, do you wanna play Woo?"  At first I was puzzled, couldn't remember a game called Woo. Then it came to me...

For the past couple of weeks, we have been getting used to our new house. We're finding ways to use our space and that includes running, jumping, spinning, etc.  We didn't have that much space before so it's kind of like going from a Smart car to a Suburban. Lots more room. One night after dance class, Gabriella asked me if I wanted to practice leaping with her. With our newfound room, I of course, said yes! Around the room we galloped and practiced leaps like gazelles. Each time I would leap, I would throw my arms up in the air and exclaim, "Wooooo! Wooooo!" When Gabriella wanted to play a game of Woo, this is what she wanted.

Tonight, we celebrated the twins turning 1. Is it even possible that we have survived this first year? It's been hard, but not as hard as every well-meaning woman who stopped me in the grocery while I was pregnant made it out to be. Sure, I've cried, been frustrated, felt tremendous pressure or fatigue, but maybe it hasn't seemed so bad because we've been playing Woo.  Maybe we didn't always call it that, but that's what we've been doing. 

When things are tough...when babies are crying, the phone is ringing, peas are boiling over on the stove, and GG is yelling, "I gotta go poo poo!" we start playing Woo. We throw our arms in the air and yell out, "Wooooo! Wooooo!"

Last night I was so tired. We were feeling the effects of a late birthday evening the night before, I had pictures to work on, lessons to plan, and a hubby that was falling asleep in the glider as I talked to him. GG came up to me and asked, "Mommy, wanna play Woo?" Really? Right now? When I am so incredibly tired. I mustered all the strength I had and said yes and we "Woo"ed all around this place! The twins were cracking up and it wasn't long before we all were. 

When I look back on this year...the twins' first year, sure I remember the tough spots, but whatstands out the most are those loving, exciting moments of Woo.

I hope you will consider playing. It's so much fun! And you know what...it won't be too long after you've started playing that you'll be sure to have visitor. I think someone once said that God loves a good ol' fashion game of Woo. (Actually, that's not true at all. No one ever said that, but it does have a nice ring to it, right?!)


Monday, March 18, 2013

It's the Walls

For real.  I almost forgot I had a blog.  Let's see, it's been 2 months since my last post and in those 2 months my family sold our house and moved into a new one!  Funny what life can bring.

As I've shared with people about the big move, everyone is so excited for us and, of course, asks for a description, or pictures.  While I am happy to oblige and appreciate the interest of others, here is what I really want to share about my new house, only I can't because if I went into this big shpill I would surely be looked at as crazy!

Our new home is an extension of us.  It's really like the 6th member of our family.  I could share with you details about flooring, square footage, and layout, but those aren't the things that personify this home.  
It's the walls.

If you think about your home...

There's something that all homes have in common and that is they have walls.  
Walls that are privy...
Privy to your joy
your tears
your worries
your hopes
your arguments
your frustrations
your celebrations

Your walls are there for it all.  Your home is there for it all.  Whether you realize it or not, your home starts to weave itself into your life, the memories you are making.  Maybe that's why I get so sentimental when I think about the places we've called home before and the place we call home now.  I know that when I look back on the special and ordinary occasions of life, I will remember where we lived.  Where we played.  Where we cooked.  Where we prayed.  Where we laughed. Where we played Hide-and-Seek.  Where we cried.  

Where we loved.

Where He resides.

So, no pictures for this post.  It doesn't really matter what it looks like.  

All that does matter is we're home.

Tonight, I saw God shining down on our new house as I came home.