Sure enough, there was a beautiful bouquet of flowers on the table Sunday morning. In the hurry to get ready for church I had quite forgotten about it. But when I started down the stairs, I heard Emily scream, “Maggie! She’s coming!” It sounded more like she was announcing a tornado. The flowers were beautiful, but I have to say, the squealing giggles from my giving kids were far better. It really is more blessed to give than receive.
After church, Chris baked and decorated a cake with them. We’ve been studying up on courtship, biblical dating, Godly formation of families, whatever you want to call it. Boys, this daddy is setting the bar high. I had nothing to do with that lovely cake, except of course to eat it.
In other news this week:
I’ve signed up to run a 10k race. I will probably not write much about this since we are to “do all things without complaining or disputing.” But if I put it out here, I’m that much more accountable to train. First step: Plug in the treadmill.
Lucy has learned how to pull her sisters’ hair and yell ‘no’ when she doesn’t get her way.
Emily and Maggie had a long lesson on graphing and fractions with their Dad. They measured the snowfall hourly last week, then plotted points, and predicted trends. I was impressed. I’ve been teaching them that when you start to write a different number, you have to leave a space.