Thursday, December 18, 2014
Wednesday, December 17, 2014
Abby was in awe of the ballerinas and occasionally insisted on dancing along in her seat.
Caleb attended for the first time, and thought the rat ballet dancers were hilarious. He was on the edge of his seat for the sword fight and breathed a sigh of relief when Clara's sword pierced the rat king and the battle ended.
But the best part, by far, was later that evening, when the kids insisted on recreating the ballet for me in Abby's room (after an hour-long rehearsal, and the making of some elaborate paper costumes). Abby cast herself as Clara, Caleb took the role of the rat king, and Jacob was alternately a rat (for the battle scene) and the nutcracker.
"When I'm in the real Nutcracker ballet, will you come see me every day?" Abby asked.
I'll be there for every show, I assured her.
Tuesday, December 16, 2014
Number One: "Sharky can't swim up there."
Apparently our floor is the perfect marine environment for kindergartners and great white sharks.
Monday, December 15, 2014
The early readers and Dick and Jane books are finally a thing of the past. My kindergartner reads real books now, and with confidence that was a long time coming.
I've never been so happy to hear Curious George read from cover to cover.
And the look on his face when he discovered all the new information in his shark encyclopedia?
I'm so proud of this kid.
Friday, December 12, 2014
I say reckless, because she doesn't let things like What Move Comes Next or Where She's Supposed to Be Standing get in the way of her fun.
No, she just enjoys the music and the sparkles and the applause and the fun with her friends backstage, and the stress of a packed house and an encore performance are the furthest things from her mind.
The first night of the Christmas recital was a little mediocre, to put it kindly. The girls were a little off, and someone didn't quite hit her mark, requiring Abby to give her tutu a little tug in the middle of the song to get her line back in order.
I met her backstage and told her she looked fantastic up there. And I meant it. She is beautiful when she dances, and I never get tired of these shows.
"That was so fun, Mommy!" she squealed with excitement. "And I get to do it again tomorrow!"
The next night was a little more relaxed. And by a little, I mean Abby was so in her element on stage that when she spotted us in the audience as they were exiting she stopped in her tracks, jumped up and down five or six times and threw her hand high above her head to ensure we could see her waving.
And the crowd went wild.
"Is that one yours?" a friend behind me asked.
Oh, yeah. She's mine all right.
It's hard to be poised and dainty when you're having that much fun.
Wednesday, December 10, 2014
Tuesday, December 9, 2014
I've thought a lot lately about giving thanks in all circumstances. I'm thankful for recovery, for fantastic hospitals, for nurses and doctors who spend time away from their kids to help mine heal, for friends and family who are the hands and feet of Jesus when it really counts.
|August 2014 |
This picture still breaks my heart.
And it did. And so many of you who have walked alongside us from the beginning were part of this happy ending. So again, from the bottom of my heart, thank you.
The idea started, as most do, with my kids asking questions. They wanted to know more about Levi's time in the hospital, about all the people that helped him, about what he did while we were there. The only pictures we've shown them have been the happier ones, and in most of those, Levi is in a little red wagon.
I'm thankful for that wagon.
Then Abby had an idea. What if this year for Christmas, we buy a wagon for some other kids at the hospital to use so they can feel better too?
|With Mrs. Lisa, Levi's physical therapist and one of Abby's customers|
The look on her face when we picked up the wagons was priceless. Seeing the actual fruit of her labor really drove home the point for her.
As the familiar building came into view in front of us, Levi hid his snake hand under his blanket, as has become his habit on these rides to the hospital.
"No ouchies today, Levi," Abby reassured her brother. "We're just going to give these wagons to some other kids."
"See," I told her, "Your hard work is already a blessing to someone!"
"Aren't you thankful that Levi got bit by a snake so that all those kids can have new wagons now?" she asked on our way out.
Not exactly, I told her. But God worked it out for good. And that is something I can be thankful for.
Monday, December 8, 2014
Sunday, December 7, 2014
I've said it before, and it bears repeating: there is nothing Caleb does that he doesn't do with gusto. And never has that been more evident to more people at one time than during this morning's rendition of "Hark the Herald Angels Sing."
"Okay guys, I need to hear you singing," she coaxed. "I can't hear you!"
"You can hear me!" Caleb replied.
Yes, yes she could. So could the people down the street, I'm pretty sure.
Not to be outdone, his fiercely competitive sister did everything she could to match her brother's volume. And this made for a performance that is still ringing in my ears hours later.
But words will never do this one justice. You just have to see it for yourself.