Real life valentines

My mum and dad are my life heroes for a great many reasons and marriage I think, pretty much tops the list. They have been my measure in so many ways. As far as marriage goes, if I can’t imagine them being something, saying something or doing something, it simply doesn’t belong. I have rarely seen the same levels of respect and gentleness and regard for the good of the other. They treat each other like valentines every day.


(This has been a VSP – very short post 🙂 )

Mysteries and misunderstandings

Mysteries and mysterious misunderstandings. I do not like them much. At all. Except when they are solved. And they aren’t always.

In a household of 9 we’ve had 36 pairs of relationship in these walls. That’s a lot of interaction and a lot of scope for mysteries and misunderstandings.

For a while we had 10 living here. That makes 45 pairs of relationships. Now we are 7 at home but 2 family partners and 2 grand babies makes the current count of 13 family – 78 pairs of relationships!!!

Add in friends, school, teachers, extended family, etc etc and the extended scope for mysteries multiplies beyond measure!

Yesterday we had 3 mysterious misunderstandings (that I know of). This morning, two and a half of them are solved.

Not too bad in the grand scheme of things!

BE/AE division

Five years ago a tiny boy was born. Though I’m his Granma not his Mum, his life to mine has been like the BC/AD division of history. There was life Before Elijah and now After Elijah. All my previous beliefs, attitudes and assumptions (bar 3 Rock Solid Knowings) were thrown up in the air, each examined and measured under Light, one at a time. Some ditched completely. Many placed carefully and permanently back where they belonged. And still others added over time building on what is sure.

I remember him every day and I’m grateful.

I remember his parents every day and I still sorrow.

And every day I remember the God who loves him more and longs to provide the reunion.

You’ve heard of first world problems

This a 5 year olds problem. Or the type that an uncluttered life SHOULD have…

“Mum, there’s nowhere at our house where I can hang upside down and be a bat. There’s just nowhere! The branch on the climbing tree is just too fat and the other one is too high and there’s just NOwhere and I have to do it on a chair and it’s just anNOYing!!!”