this life is a tricky thing.
full of celebration and sorrow, sometimes in the same breath.
yesterday, my elle turned four. she has so much personality, this kid: sweet and wily, firmly independent. she loves books and the making of things, like her mother; noise and a happy sort of bedlam, like her brothers. i just can't get enough of her.
oh, how that girl makes my heart sing.
then there's the sorrow.
while we were in the middle of cupcakes and presents, most of this continent and half the pacific ocean away, something of an entirely separate nature was transpiring. my paternal grandfather's heart, the one that had beat so unfailingly for ninety-three years, finally gave up.
he had such a full life, both because God had blessed him over and again, and because he was gracious and tender and generous to those of us lucky enough to know him. he had spent most of this past year in agonizing pain, and i am thankful for his release.
oh, how that man made my heart sing. i miss him so.
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