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Magic

Saturdays are special days. It's the day we catch up from the rest of the week. With the wonderful onset of spring we now have the added chores of working outside which I LOVE! Not so much in the summer heat but in the early mornings (which I don't love) and dusk. True, I am mosquito bait but there is something rejuvenating about gardening and moving dirt.

When I say moving dirt, I mean that I borrow the truck, drive to the dirt place, buy it, haul it home, get out the wheelbarrow and shovel and go inside to do the dishes, drive up to the canyon to pick up my oldest daughter and, when I get home, the truck is miraculously empty and my grow boxes have new dirt! It's like magic!



Meanwhile, magic is occurring inside the house nearly all the time. If I go to the grocery store and I'm gone 20 minutes, I come home to a kitchen in shambles. When I take a shower, I come out and find toys strewn throughout the house like Hansel and Gretel path and find children at the end of it. I won't mention names but the guilty are ages 4 and 11, for the most part.

Sometimes the magic is so quick, it can happen right before my eyes. I can finish cleaning the family room and, while putting dishes in the dishwasher, I will look up to see a brand new fort in the family room, complete with five blankets, 8 pillows, saltine crackers, popcorn, and chocolate milk.

Then there is the quiet magic that happens about this time every night. The soft ticking of the clock, the regular breaths of sleeping children, the hum of the refrigerator. Quiet and peaceful. There is peace in the house and my heart is full.

Magic.

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  1. I am finding a theme in my readings this morning. We must all be experiencing the same thing. I have tried to tell my husband a million time that the house was clean before he got here. I could have my house sparkling and within ablonk between the twins and the dog...it's over before I can enjoy it. Oh well, one of the joys of motherhood I suppose.

    WV:gentlex...the name of the RX I'm going to create to give my children so they will be more "gentle" on my house.

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  2. Ah, but when they are asleep and you look at those beautiful faces, and realize those sweet God given creatures are your angels, the frustrated thoughts somehow magically disappear too.

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