The Dinnertable: Eloping and So Forth

Hannah: “I think my mom is secretly black.”
Mom: “Yup.”
Dad: *squeaky southern voice* “Girl, you lookin’ ashy!”

Dad: “Heidi, clear the table.”
Heidi: “Oops, sorry. Can’t. I’m going to elope.”
Mom: “First you’re quitting high school, and then you can’t take a test
because you’re ‘pregnant’ and now you’re eloping? Hmmmmm!”
*bridal march plays, little brother giggle*

Hannah: “I’ll give you one dollar for every rung of the ladder!”
Mom: “Better make that five–it’d be worth it.”
Heidi: “Yay! That’s enough for use to split Chik-fil-a on our way out of
town! THANKS GUYS.”

Heidi: “Joel’s going to be my maid of honor.”
Joel: “I’ve heard that one before.”

Heidi: “I’m not going to have Mom plan my wedding. I mean, she’ll be
allowed to come, just not to plan it.”
Hannah: “I’LL let her plan mine. That way she gets the itch out of the
budget–I mean, her blood–in time for yours.”
Heidi and Mom: “Ha. Ha.”

Hannah: “Lallie is an orange diminutive!”
Lallie: “Uh-huh!” *holds up carrots*
Lily: “No, she’s not! she’s a cute little orange-faced bunny!”
Hannah: “That’s what I said!”

Lily: “Joel’s on the phone with his thoughts.”

Lily: “Heidi, you can’t get married until you repent and mourn your
vile, evil sins!”

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

:)

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shockoe slip

#31

one down!

)30(

if i am silent, even bagels cry out His glory

*28

cosmo + hat day = happy

playing with hair [pretty, pretty!]

-27-

here only fairies heed my songs

[23]

Joel makes cookies.

church hunting.

[21] my camera hates me

so i’ll turn to words for tonight.

my apologies to my fellow grammar-nerds. capitalization isn’t priority at present.

his eyes dance, but his smile thrills. laughter shakes him and his eyes turn up into halfmoons, brimful of abandon and delight.

“hiii!! hiiiiii!!!” and furious waving accompany a sighting of potential friends. everyone laughs with him until the nagging to-do list and the office stupor is shaken off for a moment. so young, yet he is old in the way of his gift–delight.

lively music compels him to burst into raptured twirling and giggles, and when i sing to him in the bathtub, the bubbles whirl slowly to a stop as he listens with devotion. as the last note echoes off of the bathroom walls, he erupts in a riot of laughter and babyish applause.

a.’s joy in the mundane tumbles through the adult world with a breathless cry to join in the adventure. he stops on the stairs in the afternoon and marvels at rainbows cast by prisms in the cut glass around the window.  he flips and strokes my hair and then pats his own head: “hahr?”zucchini bread turns him into a twinkle-eyed, ravenous creature, and everyone howls at his antics until we’re breathless.

[Lord, teach us to laugh]

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my focus hates me.

If a sudden jar can cause me to speak an impatient, unloving word, then I know nothing of Calvary love. [for a cup brimful of sweet water cannot spill even one drop of bitter water, however suddenly jolted] - Amy Carmichael, If