patience

The Lord like to give us opportunity to develop virtues. That is why I believe that I still am acquainted with Matthew Peterson. Because I still don't know how to use patience with him. For instances he came over tonight and sat down on our couch while Nichole was vacuuming. He picked up a string threw it on the floor and said "Pick it up woman". I....didn't handle it well. I picked up one of our kitchen chairs and told him to pick it up...but really that was better than me just directly slapping him, right? I figured I was less likely to actually throw the chair so that is developing patience, right? Not like when I hit him with my shoe at church...yeah not one of my best moments either...

My Superpower

If I could choose any superpower to have for the rest of my life it would be to make things that I am looking for call out to me so that I could find them. I would be the human car beeper thingy and I would be able to find my camera and look awsomly weird!

Quest for Camelot - If I Didn't Have You (English)

Just love these dragons.

Nothing so delicious

Tonight I am making cookies (death free of course) and watching Miss Potter the most delightful film. I wish I could just bottle up the feeling I have while I watch it to take a swig of every once in a while. It is a cascade of frustration, surprise, joy, despair and satisfaction. I go on this wild roller coaster of emotion that just lunches me into leaping fits of giggle that make me skip around the kitchen on my tiptoes it makes me feel so light. I am sure that when I watch my life in heaven that this will be part that I will rewind to watch over and over again. Because I will get the same feeling watching it as I do at this very moment. I hope this doesn't say how I will act as a twitter paitated women. It is taking me four time as long as usual to make cookies because I have to stop ever so often to frolic about as the excitement bubbles up from my toes through my wiggling hips bouncing out of my heart to make my arms flail with the repercussion. But then I am nailed to the floor wondering how a cute romance could have turned so devastating and I just feel like calling out to all of those drawings and telling them “no come back! She needs you don't leave” and it brings tears to my eyes. I just wish I could hug her and say you'll be alright, don’t worry. I feel scared as she heads out from everything she has known for 32 years to make her own way, but as she looks at her new home I can see that she will be alright. She’s gardening and I am only just pulling out the first of two batches of cookies out of the oven. Now I wish there were milk in this house. I think that would help with my dropped on the beach texture. Well apple juice will suffice. And with that cookies are baked and a movie ended. What could be more delicious? (You are not allowed to say normal cookies)