"…And she smiles at the future." ~Proverbs 31:25

Posts tagged ‘smiles’

I wasn’t looking for these

Those of you who visit here regularly see a lot of our youngest daughter, Remington. At age three, it seems everything that rolls off her lips is funny, and she’s definitely the most willing of all our kiddos to pose for the camera.

But don’t misunderstand.

Our other three children may not be as likely to get in front of the camera, or to allow me to post the absolutely hilarious things THEY say…but they definitely make me smile. Every. Single. Day. I am so thankful for all three of them, too!

Take Addison, for example.

This morning I came downstairs to find this on the dining room table:

It was a surprise from Addy…a little gift for no reason at all…and it has been making me smile all day long.

Then, there’s Chandler.

With the smile still on my face from finding Addy’s bouquet, I ran upstairs to put something in Chandler’s bedroom, and I found this on his whiteboard:

The name of the Lord is a strong tower; The righteous run to it and are safe. (Proverbs 18:10)

The name of the Lord is a strong tower; The righteous run to it and are safe. (Proverbs 18:10)

I’m not sure what prompted it, but he wrote it right by his desk where he’ll see it continuously…and it’s making me smile.

And, let’s not forget Connor.

If you enter his room the first thing you’ll see is this:

He assures me it’s “just a silly drawing.” And clearly, it’s not something he spent a great deal of time on. But even though it wasn’t created for artistic purposes, the fact that a “silly” picture of his family is something he wanted to frame and hang in a prominent position in his room just makes me—you guessed it—SMILE! (And how could I not be happy about the title?)

My favorite smiles are the ones that I wasn’t even looking for. I hope you are noticing all the many things that have the potential to make you smile today. They are everywhere! As usual, I’d love to hear about them in the comments. (Hint, hint…)

Thanks for stopping by!


Looking forward to doing sharp things

Every member of our family (except Remington) is bemoaning the fact that our baby girl will be turning four next month. We just can’t figure out how this happened so fast, and wish we could slow her down a little.

In contrast, Remi could not be any more excited about her approaching birthday. A while back I asked her this question:

“What do you think you’ll be able to do when you’re FOUR that you can’t do now?”

She immediately (and confidently) rattled off a whole list of answers:


Read by myself

Clip my own nails

Push more buttons on phones

Lift heavy things

Paint my nails by myself

Put on hard things, like dresses with buttons on the back

Paint crafts by myself, but only if you say I can

Put lipstick on by myself, and NOT have to ask if I can

Do sharp things (“You know, like poke balloons.”)

Get a real phone and call whenever I want

Open my Bible to whichever number the teacher says, then stop turning pages

{Big plans for an almost four year old, huh?}

I think Remington has Proverbs 31:25 down pat: “…And she smiles at the future.”

The conversation ended with her making this proclamation: “When I’m four, I think my ears will be pierced. And when I’m FIVE, I want to have clip-on earrings AND poke-on earrings.”

I hope you are smiling today!

Thanks for stopping by.


My imperfect life

It’s hard to imagine anyone thinking I have “the perfect life.” (I giggled just typing that phrase!) But just in case I’ve given anyone that impression, I want to set the record straight. Right here. Right now.

This is a blog about why I smile. I share with you the happy parts, hoping they’ll make you happy, too.

But trust me: Things aren’t always all “sunshine and rainbows” around here!

I have bad hair days.

I  oversleep.

I  lose my temper.

I  let the laundry pile up.

Less than HALF of what is waiting in my laundry room at this very moment…..

I  miss deadlines.

I  lose things.

I  let the house get way too messy.

I eat junk.

I  run late.

I  spend foolishly.

I  get my feelings hurt.

I  make bad decisions.

I  waste time.

I have, on more than one occasion, found things growing in our fridge that I could not identify. I have been afraid to look under my child’s bed. I have lost things that weren’t even mine.

I get discouraged. I get overwhelmed. I get frustrated.

Many days I am surrounded by dirty dishes and sticky floors and overdue library books and at least one cranky kid.

But I am fully convinced that, even on those days, there is always something to smile about. ALWAYS. And that’s why I continue to post to this blog.

I love these words from Melissa Wiley, which perfectly explain the way I think and write:

“Every day is complicated, messy, and full of friction. And every day has glorious or cozy moments worth celebrating. I seldom bother to chronicle the friction and the mess because writing time is fleeting and precious—and childhood even more so. I’d rather capture the small joys that I might forget—or take for granted—if I don’t take time to set them down in words. I don’t want anyone to be under the impression that things are always perfect around here! Heaven knows we are anything but. Perfect, frictionless, orderly? Nope. Happy? Most of the time!”

My other reason for sharing “the good parts” with you? In Mark 5:19, Jesus said to a man He’d just healed, “…Go home to your people and report to them what great things the Lord has done for you, and how He had mercy on you.”

My God has shown me great mercy, which I do not deserve, and He has done many great things for me. I want to share some of them here. He’s done much for you, too, and I want to remind you of that.

I want to daily look around me for blessings to acknowledge, for reasons to give thanks, and for excuses to smile. And I want to motivate you to do the same.

I am just like you, living with struggles, with sadness, and with sin. But together we can be on the lookout for the joy in everyday life…..the small victories…..the smiles and successes we might not notice if we aren’t actively looking.

So let’s keep looking!

“I told them how the hand of my God had been favorable to me…”   (Neh. 2:18)

Thanks for stopping by!

The joy of the hunt

Hiding and hunting Easter eggs has to be one of my favorite activities of the year.

I should say it’s a favorite of my kids, but the truth is I love it, too!

I love the happy smiles on their faces as they search.

I love that they RUN, not because they choose to, but because in their excitement they just can’t help it.

I love the way my little one proudly and excitedly holds up each egg she finds for me to see.

This year we told the boys they could be the egg hiders. Here is Connor’s Nacho Libre pose, which he struck in order to distract Addy from the egg he’s standing on:

This picture is so very Addy…Notice she’s not even hunting for eggs, but picking flowers, and has the dirt on her knees to show for it:

Then again, I guess she wasn’t the only one picking flowers instead of just picking up eggs…

The boys couldn’t bear the thought of not having any candy of their own, so we let the girls hide some eggs for them, too. Here’s how Remington hides eggs:

They were so well hidden on the bridge…

…and out in the middle of the walkway…

…and smack in the middle of the picnic table, too. She was so proud of her work.

I told Connor that if he wanted candy, he had to carry a basket and “do it right.” He didn’t seem to be too bothered…

From our family to yours, have a very happy Easter, and remember to celebrate His resurrection throughout the whole year.

Thanks for stopping by!

(See my other posts about hiding and about eggs and more eggs.)

Traveling smiles

I guess the more kids you have, the less cash you have in your entertainment fund, but no matter–kids provide so much free entertainment!

As we were packing to leave for our trip to PTP, I told the boys to lay out all the shirts and pants they planned to take on their beds so that I could make sure they had enough clothes for the week-long event. I expected a haphazard pile of each, but when I came into Chandler’s room, this is the T-shirt stash I found:

One night during PTP, we took the girls to go eat supper while the boys were involved in a teen activity. At one point. I looked up and saw Addy drinking from her milk and her water at the same time. When I asked why, she said, “I’m making skim milk!”

Thankfully, our kids have always been good travelers, and this trip was no exception. One of the more enjoyable parts of the long drive was listening to the word-salad ramblings of our 2-year-old as we drove along…

“Why does milk have no hands and no arms?”

“What will a peacock do if I bite him?”

“Can I have the other manger’s phone?”

“I have a baby in my heart.”

“We blow bubbles but I call you Elizabeth.”

“The quiet surgery woke up in the morning.”

Sometimes there was even peace and quiet…

Free entertainment rocks!

Thanks for stopping by.

Want to know more about PTP? Check out all these related posts:

What exactly is PTP?

PTP highlights

What I learned at PTP (Part 1)

What I learned at PTP (Part 2)

What I learned at PTP (Part 3)

Our Great Smoky Mountains Adventure

Tag Cloud