when shaving cream takes my breath away

There are moments in life that surprise me. Stop me in my tracks. Take my breath away.

I am a purger more than a hoarder. Constantly purging. I do have a handful of clothing items I’ve saved that the kids have out grown. My youngest daughter has a couple of 6-12 month shirts that I continually hide and she continually finds. Yesterday she came downstairs sporting one I had hidden on a high back shelf the day before. I still have no idea how she found it or reached it.

She’s overcome some extraordinary sensory issues related to her hands. In day to day, life I often don’t recognize just how far she has come. Yesterday I looked across the table at her with her hands covered in shaving cream and her 6-12 month shirt on…and I thought about when we were in China together. She sported the same shirt, but stared at her hands instead of touching things.

It took my breath away. The beauty of the everyday. The simple things…shaving cream and shirts that are too small. This is the good stuff in life.

My oldest has a birthday this week. Instead of playing with shaving cream, he was focused on finishing his school work. Focused and driven…and getting old on me.

Some of you have asked about how speech is going. She’ll have a long road in regards to speech as a result of her cleft lip and palate. However, she has been making huge strides lately. Six months ago she was putting a few words together. Now she is having full conversations. Not all her words are clear, but when we don’t understand she just says them louder (like when people are speaking two different languages )We’ve always known God gave her an extra dose of spunk, but now that her words have caught up with her thoughts -whoa baby are we seeing that spunk. Sassy in a good way. Spunk in a fun way. She keeps us on our toes, surprises us every day and brings us lots of laughter.