Who'da Thunk It

"Suzy, you might just move to Minnesota and get married! What about that one guy, Ben D? You could marry him!!"

"Yeah, that's never going to happen.  I don't even think we're gonna be friends, much less get married!" 

That is a snippet of an actual conversation that I actually had with an actual person before I actually moved here and ate those words...actually.  

So I suppose you'll want the story.  There are many versions.  But here is my favorite one:

One January back a few years, a teenage girl (complete with braces and in the midst of her awkward stage) went to the train station to pick up two boys.  One was visiting the other from a long ways away. And when said visitor saw the girl, his attention was immediately drawn to her and his curiosity piqued.  

Girl doesn't remember meeting him. at all. 

(It was not exactly what we romantics like to call a "meet-cute")

Summer of 2009, the girl went to his home state to visit family.  There was this random canoeing trip where this boy and his dad and brother showed up.  He didn't make much of an impression and seemed overall quiet and shy and not really "her type."  (Who decided this whole thing about "types" anyway? silly notion.) 

Fast forward to January of 2012.  This same girl (sans braces and a little less awkward) feels prompted by God to move to the frozen northland of Minnesota to help out her brother and sister-in-law with their impossibly cute children.  She moves thinking that this will merely be a season in her life and she most likely won't stay.  While she wouldn't have minded getting married at some point, she was learning to be content in the season of life God had her in at any given moment.  

The girl ended up going to the same church as the boy who had come visiting California all those years ago.  She still thought he was quiet and shy and that her bubbly and outgoing personality probably rubbed him the wrong way.  They saw each other at church, had polite conversations and hung out in the same circles on occasion.  

And that was all there was to it. For a little bit anyway. 

Then it happened. 

 "It" being a fateful game called Words With Friends.  

(Folks, this is a dangerous game...things like marriage come from it.)

They started playing the game with each other and using the chat-box feature to have random conversation about strategy and the vocabulary words they were using. (The boy is really smart and beat the girl soundly on multiple occasions.) The topics got a little more in depth and they talked more often in person and through some emails. They discussed how different their personalities were and how God had done amazing things in their lives.  Each conversation they had revealed a new side of the boy that the girl had never seen before.  And a true friendship was formed.  As time went on, however, she was continually impressed by the boy and began to love what she saw.  He seemed to be fitting all the important standards she had for a future mate.

She did a lot of talking to God about it.  Talked to her parents and a few friends too to get some advice and wisdom.  Ultimately, she appreciated the boy's friendship above all else and wanted to keep things on the up-and-up.  

The summer passed with both of them learning new things about God and discovering that He had been preparing them both separately for this.  The two of them mutually decided to step back, take a little time not talking.  During this time (which was the longest, worst [and best] week in their relationship), they each felt that God had been working and that they were, to put it simply, MFEO (Meant For Each Other).  

And the rest is history, as they say.  

Sure there are more details sprinkled along the way.  But the long and short of it was: Neither Ben nor I expected this.  Neither of us could have made it happen on our own, even if we had tried.  God was mighty, present and orchestrated the whole process-- and all credit and glory goes to Him.  He is the author of this story...and it is a beautiful one.  We are continuously amazed and feel blessed to be living it out.  

So the boy may have been a little quiet and shy, but...hmmm...well, allow me to quote [paraphrase] a humorous conversation from a kids movie that might be familiar to you to illustrate: (a few details changed to fit the situation)

Me: For your information, there's a lot more to Ben than people think.
Person: Example?
Me: Example... uh... Ben is like an onion!
Person: He stinks?
Me: No!
Person: Oh, he makes you cry?
Me: No!
Person: Oh, you leave him out in the sun, he gets all brown, starts sproutin' little white hairs...
Me: NO! Layers. Onions have layers. Ben has layers. Onions have layers. You get it? They both have layers.
Person: Oh, they both have LAYERS. Oh. You know, not everybody likes onions. What about cake? Everybody loves cake!
Me: I don't care what everyone else likes! Ben is not like a cake.
Person: You know what ELSE everybody likes? Parfaits! Have you ever met a person, you say, "Let's get some parfait," they say, "Oh no, I don't like no parfait"? Parfaits are the most delicious thing on the whole planet!

So maybe he's like a parfait.  Point is...there's a lot more to this soft-spoken guy than what I saw at first (or second) glance, and I love him for it.

And he says my bubbly and outgoing personality is one of the things he loves most about me.  So I guess that turned out well.

=)

Thank you for your love, support, prayers and celebration as we begin this new journey together.  We've already decided that it is an adventure with many unpredictable and exciting things ahead and we're going to enjoy every minute of it!  

And as our engagement theme song goes, "This is [our] story, This is [our] song...praising [our] Savior all the day long!" 

p.s. now maybe my blogging absence makes some sense.  I was a little *ahem* preoccupied with other things!  

the air on my skin...

...and the world under my toes"

That is one of my favorite lines from one of my favorite songs... here's some more of it.  I don't know why I like it, actually...but I do.   

People walk around pushing back their debts
Wearing pay checks like necklaces and bracelets
Talking 'bout nothing, not thinking about death
Every little heart beat, every little breath

People walk a tight rope on a razor's edge
Carrying their hurt and hatred and weapons
It could be a bomb or a bullet or a pen
Or a thought or a word or a sentence

There ain't no reason things are this way
It's how they've always been and they intend to stay
I don't know why I say the things I say,
But I say them anyway

But love will come set me free
Love will come set me free
I do believe

 I apologize for my absence as of late.  Among other things, I started a new job!  This would be a third job for me and pushes my weekly hours of working to a nice 50-60 =) It definitely keeps me busy, but I love it.  I work at an elementary school about 10 minutes from my loft on the west side of St. Paul.  I love it because it is a school that has a lot of ethnic diversity and has kids on the precipice of a rough road ahead.  I know that is a strange reason to love it...but one of my passions are kids who come from broken or poor homes, who feel the need to prove to the world that they are not forgotten...which usually manifests itself in negative ways.  The 5th graders I've had the pleasure of working with are no exception.  I hear these 10-11 year olds say things that I never would have dreamed of saying.  The names they call each other, the knowledge they have of very adult-themed things...it amazes and saddens me.  And as exhausting, frustrating and ridiculously long my days with them seem, I thrive on touching these lives in some small way.  

Today one of the boys was having an attitude and I was being pretty straight forward with him, telling him to follow instructions and that I wasn't messing around and just because I'm pretty new doesn't mean he can disobey me.  He was NOT happy, and let me know.  During art class, I crouched by his table and said, "Look, Jesse, I've only worked here a little bit but I already know you have it in you to be an awesome kid.  So when Miss Brie asks you to do something, i know you can do it. "  He replied with, "Nuh-uh!  I'm a bad kid, and I don't behave and I'm terrible at art."  I insisted that wasn't true and that I had seen otherwise.  He told me, "Well the only kind of art I'm good at is graffiti."  So I asked him to show me what he can do during free sketch time.  So this is what he created.  

He was very proud of it and ended up giving it to me at the end of class.  I could see that not only did he like that I asked and appreciated what he could do, but that he had a budding talent and that it could be used for good.  

All that to say, I am enjoying it.  Not sure how long I'll be there, but it definitely speaks to my heart.  

Alright, on to more pictures and exciting events of the past weeks!

Karlina and her chips!

 kidlets swinging!

Miss K lookin cute and crazy!

Ender loves the swing...and especially loves trying to eat it!!

 

Pretty fall view of train tracks =)

My dear sweet friends heather and tasha came to visit me last weekend! it was so much fun to have girl time and hang out and catch up!

We went to one of my favorite lunch places here in St. Paul called the Cheeky Monkey.  It is delicious. And anyone who has visited me has experienced it.  You may want to come visit me, just to experience it too =)

MISS KARLINA TURNED 2!!!!

Karlina and her buddy Don K. 

K's bday was Puppy themed.  So she had a rice-crispy treat, bone-shaped "cake."  (She's gluten free, so it was perfect!)  And a little puppy-bowl full of gf brownie "kibbles."  And her own personal puppy standing nearby like he always is. 

 

 She was SO excited and loved the celebration!

The candles really captivated her, and she just crouched down and would look at them with this awed grin on her face.  

 Don K told Miss Karlina to eat the "bone" like a puppy.  So she happily complied.  it was so cute! 

Whenever she's wanted a piece of the leftover "cake" she says: Auntie, puppy bones pleeeease!

 Opening up her gifts. Lots of puppy-themed gifts.  

This is her showing her new car with a puppy that rides in the back seat.  Just like Auntie! (my puppy rides in the back of my car too!)

 

 

Here's my only new picture of Ender!  He loves bath time. and I don't think his eyes can get any wider!! 

 

This is Karlina's newest play-spot.  The other day, she disappeared and i heard her talking to herself somewhere.  I went in the kitchen and found her here.  She opens the corner cupboard and makes a little fort with the doors and then sits in there and plays "cooking" with the random dishes and such.  

 

 I love her.

So there's a little update on my life.  Stay tuned for more exciting events to come....

I mean, afterall, it DID snow today. 

WHAT?! yes. i did say snow.

I was hoping it would wait a little longer.  But it appears to be the beginning of the end.  One of my besties keeps reminding me how amazing winter is and that I'll just love it too.  

I'm looking forward to that. -ish.

=)

the card.

It was a beautiful day at Biola University.   Part way into my Spring Semester, and I was having some roommate struggles, some classmate/group project struggles.  I was dealing with some stuff at work...and all of those things were clouding my otherwise blessed life. I had just finished up at chapel and so I went to check my mailbox... and I found a little card in with my mail. 

Top is the front, Bottom is the back.  

At first I thought it was some sort of promotion or advertisement, but there was absolutely no other words or symbols on the entire thing. 

It was really cool, but i figured they put one in every mailbox and so I smiled to myself at yet another reason why going to a Christian University was so cool-- and stuck it in my pocket.  

Later that day, I remembered it and thought about how some of those words had described me recently and I needed that reminder that I was loved despite all my insecurities and circumstances.  

it was, as they say, "perfect timing."

I later asked my roommate if she got one. 

She hadn't.  

I asked a few other people randomly over the next few days...I met one or two who had, and several more who hadn't.  

One of my friends worked in the mail room and said that someone came into the mail room with them, told them that they had prayed over the cards and wanted to stick them in random people's mail boxes, trusting that they would go to people who needed them.  

That made it even more special.  It was "luck of the draw", and I had gotten one of the cards with such a simple yet impacting message. 

I stuck it in my truck, where I could see it, and there it has been for about two years.  

Early this summer, I went to get Simon washed and cleaned inside and out.  When I went to pick him up at the end, I got back in and as I was driving away, I noticed that my card was gone!  

I looked all around, and couldn't find it anywhere.  (that sounds much more tame than it actually was.  I scoured the truck.)

I felt this unexpected emotion rise up in me.  It was a sense of loss and sadness and a kind of emptiness.  I had come to expect that little pep-talk to be there every day, reminding me of a greater truth...and now it was gone.  Bummed, I called my dad and told him about it.  He remembered the card right away.  In fact, anyone who has driven or ridden in my truck knows about it.  He said to me, "Suz, I know it's frustrating and sad to lose something like that.  But God gave it to you in a time and for a season when you really needed it, and he will give you something else for this time and season.  Look for the next gift he will give you."  

If I'm being honest, I'm not sure if I ever found something tangible for this season quite like the card.  And as time passed, I forgot about the card, and the place it sat in my truck didn't look so void and empty.  

Recently, I have been really wrestling with some things in my life.  Expectations, misconceptions, things that aren't turning out like I planned--which has lead to several of the emotions/thoughts that were on that card.  I have been trying to find answers from God.  Specific answers that would help clear up some of the things I was facing.  

I was crying on my way home from somewhere one afternoon, singing songs loudly (which is what I do when I'm frustrated or confused or need to let out excess emotion).  When I parked, I opened my door and then just paused and put my hand on my steering wheel and rested my head on my arm.  I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, readying myself for the next thing in my day.  When I opened my eyes, I caught a glimpse of something in the side pocket of my door.  

It was the card!  My card!  

Somehow in all of my frantic searching of the truck all those months ago, I had missed this corner of this pocket.  

I got a huge smile on my face as I read the words on the front again, identifying some key ones I had been feeling.  Then I turned it over and read the simple reminder. 

"Remember...I am loved every second of the day."  

 

A rush of warmth, peace and comfort filled my soul.  It was like looking in the face of an old friend.  Gratefulness filled my heart as the obvious realization that this was a classic example of "perfect timing."  

There were no clear-cut answers written in the sky.  No specific directives.  But that was ok.  The issue that needed addressing wasn't the guidance I was seeking.  It was that I was feeling all of those things and I needed a core truth.  The rest would fall into place when the time was right.

That card was gone for a season...and brought back at just the right time, so I wouldn't take the message for granted, but rather could hear the simple truth and know it in my life in this moment.  

 Now the card sits back in its rightful place.  

Not only is it special because of what it says, but it has a story... it has an added depth and is a constant reminder that I am loved, cared for and remembered.

If you ever borrow Simon or come take a ride with me, you'll see it there and you can smile with  me about how perfectly God planned this way back when it was in a stack of cards being prayed over and stuck in random mailboxes at Biola University.  

So,  When you feel...

ugly. inadequate. hurt. unlovable. betrayed. unworthy. down. sad. torn. devastated. grieved. weak. abandoned. broken. lost. sorrow. heartache. wretched. 

Remember...

I am loved every second of the day. 

fall.

The title may look simple enough.  But MY GOODNESS.  my insides are screaming:  FALL!?  WHAT IN THE WORLD HAPPENED TO SUMMER!  SINCE WHEN DO WE HAVE TO CHANGE SO DRASTICALLY OVERNIGHT!?  LITERALLY OVER NIGHT!  AHHHH!!!  

ok I'll be done with the caps.  Seriously though.  Yesterday it was 80.  Today it was 52 and the perfect description of blustery.  kind of overcast, kind of patchy blue skies occasionally.  brisk wind blowing all the yellowed leaves onto the ground.  Nippy air.  Cold chapped fingers and lips.  

It's kind of fun.  Kind of.  Until I realize that this is just the beginning of a VERY long 6-7 months.  An amount of time I'm not sure I'll survive.  Oh look at me, being all dramatic.  *sigh*  I suppose I'll survive.  But you have to understand, I'm surrounded by people who are in love with this time of year.  and when I say in love...I mean it.  They "ooh" and "ahhh" and give me lists upon growing lists of why fall/winter is so fantabulous.  They tell stories and give me tips and pointers.  They take every opportunity to rub it in that this season is fast approaching and it's the best. thing. ever.  

I think it's supposed to convince me to think like them. but in reality, it makes me want to dig in my heels and REBEL!!!  I will NOT like winter.  I will NOT like the cold.  I will FOR SURE buy me a sun-lamp and a wall-to-wall beach poster and a lapping-wave-sound-machine.  

In preparation for this magnificent (?) time of year, I bought me some gloves with fingers that can still text on my phone!  This is my favorite purchase so far.  I mean, seriously. the worst part about gloves is that you used to have to remove them to do anything on a touch-screen phone.  BUT NOW...with geniuses using their minds to create new and wonderful inventions...I can keep my dedos warm AND use my iPhone.  brillllllllliant!

 

Alright. pictures.  

 

So these lovely bugs are called....ugh, i actually don't remember. But they are black and orange. They fly. Kind of.  They mainly sit in clumps on white surfaces.  

JUST GOOGLED IT.  boxelder bugs.  bleh.  They're like Junebugs in CA.  

Everywhere. All the time. clinging. walking. flying. nasty. 

Miss K loves giving Sierra hugs.  She sits on her back and just cuddles her.  Sierra lets her...so that's good.  

Oh this delightful puppy.  Who can contort into weird shapes.  She's crazy. 

 Case in point.  She apparently did not like my late band's first album. 

 Love these fall days with the kiddos.  This one was warm enough to be barefoot...pretty sure that's changed for good now. 

 Here we are waiting for Simon to get his oil changed.  I'm not even going to say how long it's been.  Every time I would get in and drive I'd think that maybe I'd blow up.  (not quite sure what happens when you don't change your oil for.... HA. you thought I was gonna tell you how long. too bad.)  But now I can drive safely without fearing for my life.  And poor Simon is finally in good health. 

 This past week a family from church was helping their neighbors host a Cross Country Pasta Dinner.  I went over to lend my services.  As it turns out, I didn't do much...but it sure was fun to be included in this event.  I can't really explain it, but being a part of these people's everyday lives/events makes me feel more at home...

Anyway, these are all the shoes in the front entry way.  It was quite the sight. 

 Karlina trying on Mommy's high-heels.  Krissa always wears the highest heels and walks so well in them.  Karlina was having a bit of trouble...but felt very proud of herself.  

 She wanted to do all these things with the heels on.  Apparently it made her feel grown up.  One of the things she wanted to do was kiss Ender.  You can see him pre-cringe and her barely able to balance.  Thankfully the kiss happened without her head-butting him.

 Oh the leaves.  This is one of the glorious things about the changing of the seasons.  I can't get enough!  I love driving places and looking at all the colors.  In fact, I sometimes drive past my destination and go around the block or something so I can see more trees.  So beautiful. 

 This is the entrance to the dog park.  Today was so glorious there.  Cool and windy with brilliant colors. 

 This is a branch that extends a foot or two past each dog's mouth.  They were having so much fun playing tug-of-war.   As I watched them I tried imagining why pulling as hard as you could on a branch using just your mouth would be this much fun.  hey...whatever floats their boat, eh?

 sky and clouds. 

Birch trees (at least I think that's what they are)

 

 

 See how beautiful it is!?  I absolutely love coming here and walking, singing, thinking and praying.  

So maybe fall isn't too bad.  I am learning to enjoy each day for what it holds...and not think too far into the future.  =)

Tune in soon for a post about the deeper thoughts of life that I've had lately.  =)

two of the real-est jobs.

This is going to be double feature blog. I started it last night.  I wasn't even going to blog last night seeing as how it was 1:02 am when I started.  

It doesn't matter anyway because I fell asleep and had to continue today.  

So I am going to tell you about my job...s.  I know if you've been following me for a while, you'll already know about where I work and that I like it a lot.  It is no secret I love serving AND love the kiddos.  I often get the well-meaning question, "So when are you going to get a real job."  *sigh*  Sorry peeps, serving IS a real job.  I work REAL hours, and make REAL money, have REAL bosses and REAL coworkers.  crazy.   Watching kids is a real job too.  REAL children, REAL meals and dirty diapers, REAL naptimes and bed-wetting and REAL cuteness.  

 I am proud to say that I may or may not have convinced a good friend that serving takes more talent than he first realized.  He kept making off-handed comments about how serving/my job is a mindless job...until I told him what the job included.  Even he admitted it might be challenging for him due to certain aspects of the job-- and he's a pretty smart fellow! (I rarely win arguments with him, so that one felt good!)  =)

As for the kidlets, well people always say, "Awww good for you! that must be SO fun!"  so that's good, I guess. 

On to the actual blog.  Things I like about job #1-Serving:

-We have this dishwasher named Bob (which is ironically my nickname from working at Mimi's in California) and he comes up with random ways to remember people's names (came up with the system after he forgot his girlfriends name and had to call her "Sugar" so she wouldn't get mad).  So he calls me...are you ready for this?  "Suzy Chapstick."  Well it stuck. Now the executive chef calls me Suzy Chapstick or Suzy-with-her-chapstick, since I carry and use chapstick frequently.  it's awesome. and a little strange.

-The lady who hired me recently went to work at a different restaurant and we got a new lad in to join our management team.  I'll be honest, I wasn't sure how things would work out with him.  Mainly because I like to be friends with my managers...and I wasn't sure we'd be friends.  But turns out, he's pretty swell.  Let me tell you, this guy has got the largest repertoire of punny jokes of anyone I've heard besides my Grampy.  And you wouldn't know it by looking at him.  If I ever come to work in a down mood (or even if I don't...), he give me his version of a pep-talk--which consists of him telling me a few of his wonderful jokes.  And low-and-behold...it works. Dad, I'll have to tell you some of them, cuz I think you'd love them and actually implement them into YOUR joke bank. 

Anyway, all that to say, he might be one of my new favorite people at work.  ;)

-One of the night cooks moved to days and so I rarely see him anymore.  On occasion he works a night shift if they need him to.  The other night we worked together and aside from the fact that he says I'm 22% fanatical about being a Christian, we had a lot of fun.  By the end of the night he said working days was so different cuz it wasn't as exciting as working at night.  and he ended saying, "Yeah I miss working with you Suzy.  In fact, as I think about it...you're probably only 14% fanatical about Jesus."  I asked him why he thought I was fanatical and he basically said that I have a narrow set of beliefs and I don't budge on them.  and I always willing to talk about Jesus or have other Jesus-type discussions.  I told him that was just believing in something and sticking with it 110%....which wasn't a bad thing, last time I checked.  He just laughed and walked away.  

-I have co-workers who give me parts of their dessert.  I got a nice piece of key lime pie the other night and last night, part of a Pear Bread Pudding.  It pays to be nice to people. and say please.  

-One of my absolute favorite people at work (and I think most people might agree with me) is C.B.  (since he's my favorite, I'll protect him and only use letters for his name).  This guy holds the position of Server Assistant (SA).  Not sure what his actual job description is, because he does pretty  much everything.  Grabbing waters and bread for tables, clearing and wiping and re-setting tables, carrying dishes to and from the back, being everywhere, ALL the time for ANYTHING you need.  He is just ridiculously focused, hardworking and the most even-keeled person I've ever met.  He's also really quiet...like a Phantom Worker.  Doesn't get involved in the work drama.  Well I decided I wanted to get to know CB a little better.  So I started asking him a question a night.  Trivial things like, "Do you ever eat?" (never see the guy eat).  Or  "What are three random things about yourself?"  Or "What's your favorite and least favorite thing about working here?" 

And That was the question that gave me the most insight into the behind-the-scenes of CB's life.  Sometimes because he is so focused on working, and he's so darn good at his job, and NEVER complains, I forget he's a person with a life and experiences and feelings and such.   Point being, I now know a little bit more about him.  And it's neat--he's a neat guy.  

Which leads me to my next point.

-I know that most people view work as work and not a place to make friends...but a place to make money.  Which is totally fine.  I just choose to view it different.  In a restaurant, you get such a wide variety of people.  Whether it be guests or co-workers, everyone is unique and has a story.  might as well get to know them, eh? So along with doing the basic take orders, run food, give awesome service...I also make a point to connect with my coworkers and guests.  I have found out the most interesting stories, worldviews, lifestyles, and even people with whom I have several things in common.  I find it fascinating, exciting and it makes going to work every day really fun.  =)

OK. Job #2:

I'll let the pictures explain it!

Since Karlina isn't allowed to touch Ender without supervision, she constantly asks to give him kisses.  It's her favorite thing.  He's always a little apprehensive because sometimes she gives really aggressive kisses.  It's a work in progress.

 This is the happy little face we see most of the day.  He's getting such a fun personality!

We do lots of snuggling, cuddling, kissing and hugging.  Doggone it if these kids won't be affectionate kids.  

I know this isn't of a kid. or of a job.  But c'mon...it's classic.  Sierra has clean water in her bowl not two feet away, and yet if given the option, she always chooses the toilet.  I finally gave up training her.  It's just too convenient.  And it reminds me to keep my toilet flushed and cleaned! =P 

I would apologize for being that Auntie who shows WAY too many pics of the cute kids.  But honestly, I'm not sorry.  He's cute.  I know it, you know it...so lets just enjoy the pics together, eh?

 See what I mean?  I know you're smiling too.  Cuz his smile is JUST that contagious!  

 Sierra is getting SO big.  Also such a fun personality.  Crazy, spazzy, sweet, ornery, and my goodness, just look at that tongue.  

 They both love playing on playsets at the park.  Sierra is just like a little kid, going down slides, following Karlina all over...it's fun to watch.  

 She also thinks she's bigger than she actually is.  Her favorite thing to do at the dog park is find oversized things (normally branches and logs) and attempt to carry them at high speed wherever she can make it to without dropping it.  This was tuesday's attempt. 

Last weekend, my friend Tanya invited us to her family's Berry Farm for a family day!  It was so fun and Karlina LOVED it.  

This is my friend, Jen.  Karlina just climbed right up on her lap and made herself comfortable. She's just like her auntie--loves people. 

 This beautiful girl with Karlina here is Crystal.  Crystal is my dear and sweet friend--and also nannies Karlina one day a week (she nannied for them too before I got here...so I met her through J&K).  She is probably one of the most compassionate women I've ever met, and has such a heart for Jesus.  J&K did well when they found her to help watch their kids!

 SUCH a beautiful farm. 

 So part of the farm is a corn maze.  Really fun.  But Karlina is such a prankster!  I was looking at the map, trying to find where to go next and she was walking behind me.  All the sudden, I turn around and she's nowhere to be seen.  It was a fear of mine that she'd get lost in the corn maze and I had visions of me racing around and around in circles getting lost and trying to find her.  Well I got a twinge of panic as I bolted back down the path the way we had just come calling her name.  I saw a flash of blue out of the corner of my eye.  She was in the corn off the path a good 10 feet. An impish grin on her face, she then started laughing and pointing at me making a fool of myself running wildly and yelling her name.  It was really cute, and funny...after the initial adrenaline wore off, that is.  She's such a goof.  I love that she's becoming a jokester.  

On the way home, she was trying to tie her shoes.  I noticed it got quiet and at a stoplight, snapped this picture.  

 Cheesos.  

 Ender's first swing ride (with me, anyway)

 "Gee-Yupp Puppy!"  Sierra was so sweet and patient to let Karlina sit on her back and "gee-yupp" and jump up and down.  

 But when she needs to be, she gets a little hardcore.  This is a friendly wrestling match between Sierra and Bandit.  They were perfectly matched and loved horsing around.  

 Ender can hold his bottle all on his own now!  

Karlina likes hoods. And aprons.  And "washing" dishes.  

Gangsta' baby homemaker.  so cute.  

Well folks...i think it's pretty apparent why I like my other job.  

Two real jobs...which I love so much.  I find many moments in my day when I shoot a little "Thank you" up--because jobs like these can only be a gift from Someone who delights in blessing me.