babbling

There's a rose in Bethlehem colored red like mercy's blood...

This song is finally starting to sink into my soul and our dance is this Sunday...

White twirling skirts and Red. Silk. Bamboo. Fans.

I love dance.

Babies make a great audience, so long as they are properly fed and not tired.
They also make crunches more fun. Laughter and exercise all at once.

Babies. Twins. Girls. They are rolling all over the place now and one is trying to get up on all fours- ready to rock and roll. I am NOT ready for this.
These kids are my life- at least 8 hours a day. LOVE.

Cookies. Need. To. Stop.

Family is missed.

Cats are annoying and fun to torture-- in a non-violent way, of course. I do miss my Jazmine, though.

Must watch Chronicles of Narnia: Voyage of Dawn Treader again!

SO much to do before Christmas.... Oy vey!
I think we should just give gifts to people in need and overseas instead of worrying about getting everyone on our list the perfect gift.

AND/OR we should give gifts periodically all winter so there is always something to look forward to in the cold and dreary season of winter.
So much anticipation is built into a single day or even week, and not to mention the stress. Why does it have to be this way?
Don't get me wrong, I'm not anti-Christmas. I just feel that we should spread out the joy and "Spirit of Christmas" and not get so caught up in the to-do's that we lose sight of the true meaning of Christ's birth....


PS. I like mail!! ;)

Laila Tov.

A story

There once was a girl who fancied herself a princess and dreamed about her prince charming coming to rescue her. --Disney was a great influence ;) --

She loved twirling in skirts and riding bikes, playing with dolls, climbing fences and haybales. She was a dreamer and often had her head in the clouds- mesmerized by the shifting shapes.

Though most misunderstood her, she did her best to make the most of every day and simply be herself.

As she got older, she sailed the stormy seas; drenched by the waves and clinging tightly to a G-d she barely knew. By His mighty hand, she finally reached calmer waters and praised Him for keeping her safe and giving her hope when all had seemed lost.

While most complained about their home in the plains, she found beauty in the grassy prairies and gently rolling hills. The G-d of details and beauty never ceased to amaze her as she examined the smallest blade of grass or the way a field of golden sunflowers would literally turn to face the sun.
Spring and early summer were her favorite times of year, and she watched in anticipation as the first flowers would spring forth from the semi-frozen ground and burst into bloom.
She loved observing the winter wheat turning from emerald green to tall amber waves of grain, dancing in the wind.
Something she very much enjoyed was sitting on the warm cement on a gusty summer day and watching the sky as a storm would roll in. It was magnificent and breath-taking.

This land of farms, tornados, short/tall grass prairies, sunflowers, and tractors was her home, and
there was so much beauty to behold if one would only slow down and have the eyes to see it.

The years went by and she found herself in a foreign, beautiful, and far too fast paced place called Maryland.

She learned a lot about herself and met some wonderful people in the years following her big move.

She learned she liked science, though it had always been so boring coming from a textbook.
She remembered that insects fascinated her --so long as they were not too close or unfortunate enough to wander into her home.

She re-discovered a joy in baking/cooking and reminisced of time spent with her grandmother in the kitchen.

She discovered a love for dance and ballet slippers.

She learned to sew and crochet.

She met great friends, and fell in like with sushi!

She was captivated by the ocean and the G-d who created the ocean.


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AND her creative juices suddenly retired for the evening.... THE END